Si Nan pulled at the corner of his lips, grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it, then finally fixed his eyes on Tang Yige. "A date?"
Tang Yige didn't speak. Hooking up the corner of her mouth, she turned her face toward the car window.
Si Nan stared at Tang Yige's smooth profile, his clear eyes narrowing slightly. He started the engine, pulled the car out, and slowly drove toward the exit of the parking garage.
As the car was leaving the underground garage, Si Nan glanced at Yige in the rearview mirror and asked in a gentle voice, "What do you want to eat?"
Tang Yige thought for a bit, then looked back at him. "Hotpot?"
"You can't eat spicy right now," Si Nan said.
"We can get a yuan-yang pot, or a clear broth hotpot?" Tang Yige said.
Si Nan paused for two seconds. "Mm."
Tang Yige then looked at his profile and smiled for a while, before turning her face back toward the window.
When Tang Yige turned back to the window, Si Nan's thick black lashes lowered slightly.
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