To You, My Beloved

Although Tang Shi was looking for a candle, his thoughts were all on Gu Qingcheng. He repeatedly rubbed his fingertips that she had just touched, wiping away the warmth she had left on them. When everything was clear, Tang Shi was sure that everything was real and he was not dreaming. Gu Qingcheng actually came to his house to borrow candles!

He was suddenly glad that he did not stay at the top of the mountain to watch the fireworks, and he was also suddenly glad that he did not go to the card game so early.

Gu Qingcheng held the water glass handed to her by Tang Shi and sat on the sofa, staring at Tang Shi as he searched around the room and rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

On his feet, one was wearing shoes and the other was not, and the shoelaces were not fastened. The shoelaces were constantly swinging as he walked.

She kept paying attention to his left leg and found that he was always walking straight.

In fact, Tang Shi didn't know where to put the candles at home. These trivial things had always been taken care of by servants, and he never paid attention to them. Tang Shi almost turned over the entire living room. Originally, the servants had been asked to welcome the New Year in the afternoon. The living room that had been neatly cleaned by others was messed up by him, as if it had been robbed by a thief.

Gu Qingcheng put down the water glass and stood up: If not, forget it...

Yes. Tang Shi interrupted Gu Qingcheng hastily without waiting for her to finish her words.

If there was a power outage, there was either a problem with the circuit or a trip. He only needed to go over and check. It didn't take a minute to solve the problem, and he didn't need to borrow any candles at all.

When she didn't take the initiative to find him, he never thought of disturbing her, but now that she appeared in front of him unexpectedly, he desperately wanted to prolong this alone time longer. Some, longer.

After Tang Shi finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said to Gu Qingcheng, Wait a moment.

Then a phone call was made.

Sister-in-law Zhang? I'm Tang Shi... Where did you put the candles at home? Tang Shi held the phone and spoke in a soft tone. He asked while looking towards the back of the first floor. Duan walked over, then pushed open the door at the end, and walked in. The door was not closed. Gu Qingcheng was standing in the living room. Tang Shi's voice could be heard coming from inside, but his tone was one hundred and eighty. A sudden change in attitude, he was irritable and cruel: Don't you know that candles are an essential necessity in daily life, so what are you doing putting them under the box at the back of the storage room?

You don't care what I'm doing looking for candles! With Tang Shi's last angry scolding, Gu Qingcheng saw Tang Shi walking out of the room with two packs of candles in his hand.

Tang Shi walked up to Gu Qingcheng, handed the candle over, and spoke in a voice without any trace of the anger he had when he made the phone call: Is that enough?

There were about six candles in one pack and twelve in two packs. Gu Qingcheng didn't really have a power outage, so he just reached out and took one pack and said, Thank you.

After getting the candle, Gu Qingcheng subconsciously glanced at Tang Shi's left leg. She moved her lips, but she didn't know where to start, asking about his injury.

After borrowing the candle, is she leaving?

Tang Shi's throat rolled, and he subconsciously wanted to say a few more words to Gu Qingcheng, so he asked, Do you need a lighter?