Su Ling had expected Shang Qi to be troubled by some complex problem, but she never imagined it would be something like this.
Su Ling pursed her lips beneath her mask. She wondered if she had become complacent since Shang Qi's arrival.
Had she given him the illusion that she was weak?
Her waist was so flexible, how could it possibly break?
Besides, weren't they already in a close, ambiguous relationship? Had her waist broken? No!
Su Ling was stunned for a good while before she regained her composure and figured out how to respond to Shang Qi. "You can't judge a book by its cover, nor can you measure the sea with a dipper. I can take on an entire zombie horde by myself, yet you suspect I'm delicate and easily broken?"
Su Ling answered earnestly, but as soon as she spoke, her train of thought diverged completely from Shang Qi's.
Shang Qi was thinking on the level of romantic affection, while Su Ling was focused on the aspect of not being weak.
Once perspectives clash, even the most skilled flirtatious conversationalist would find themselves in a predicament.
It was a pity that she was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so Shang Qi couldn't see the changes in her expression or the look in his eyes at that moment.
He simply held Su Ling, with an air of untamed rebelliousness, and said in a roguish tone, "But I want to see A Ling cry."
After saying this, he could no longer hold back and let out a laugh near her ear. His laughter was truly captivating and pleasant.
His A Ling was so adorable, not realizing his true meaning.
Su Ling listened to Shang Qi's laughter, feeling a little confused. She tilted her head in his arms and then very seriously explained, "Shang Qi, I'm very good at fighting. I've killed many zombies, accumulated a lot of crystal cores, and—"
"Silly girl, I know that." Shang Qi tightened his embrace around Su Ling. He leaned closer to her ear and said, word by word, very slowly and earnestly, "I'm talking about intimate relationships. Does my A Ling not understand intimate relationships? It's okay if you don't, I'll teach you slowly in the future. By then, you'll understand what I mean."
This time, Su Ling finally understood.
Her mind went 'boom,' and her face felt hot and flushed as if it were burning.
Her face temperature was high, and the mask stuck to it, feeling sticky. She was glad she hadn't removed her mask and sunglasses after finishing the seafood.
Otherwise, her completely flushed face would have been seen by Shang Qi, completely exposed.
She thought he was talking about strength, but she never expected him to be talking about...
Su Ling pushed Shang Qi away abruptly and punched him in the chest. "You say such things so casually, how experienced are you?"
With that, Su Ling ignored Shang Qi and turned to walk away on her own.
Shang Qi stopped in his tracks, watching the huffily departing Su Ling. He then followed, wrapped his arms around her from behind, picked her up in a princess carry, and said as he walked, "I'm not that experienced, but you should know that men have extraordinary talent in this area, learning it instinctively."
Su Ling, held in his arms as they walked towards the shore, remained silent, not intending to pay him any mind.
Once they reached the shore and stood under the pavilion on the dock, Shang Qi removed her sunglasses and mask. He then took off his own sunglasses and mask. Looking at her red, pink, and dewy cheeks, he cupped her face, their noses touching.
Then he gently coaxed, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Shang Qi bent down, bringing his gaze level with Su Ling's. He reached out and playfully nudged her pert nose. "Before I met you, I never thought about romantic love. After meeting you, it slowly sprouted, grew branches, and now it's uncontrollable."
"In my past life, I couldn't have anyone but you, and in this life, it's also you and no one else," Shang Qi said earnestly and sincerely, looking at Su Ling. "I only have feelings for you."