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    The botanical garden is very large. In addition to all kinds of strange plants, there is also a small bamboo forest courtyard and a peacock garden.

    The bamboo forest courtyard is surrounded by a green bamboo forest. After walking around the bamboo forest and stepping into the courtyard, you will feel a sense of isolation and privacy.

    There is a small pavilion at the entrance of the courtyard, which is used to enjoy the shade. There is a cup of tea on the pavilion. I don’t know when it was placed. The teapots are all cold, but the teacups are very unique. Each teacup is engraved with a poem.

    Shen An stood in front of the stone tablet with his bag on his back, reading the lives of historical figures recorded on it. Behind him, Bai Li lowered his head and looked at the small teacup on the stone table.

    “Do you like it? You can buy a set when you go out later.” Shen An stood behind her, leaned next to her, and looked down at the small teacup on the table with her.

    Bai Li squeezed her hands, not daring to look at he, and said in a small voice, “No, just… take a look.”

    “There is a teahouse over there that specializes in selling tea sets.” Shen An grabbed her wrist, lowered her back, and put his whole face in front of her, “Why don’t you look at me?”

    Bai Li’s whole face turned red. She wanted to pull her hand away, but couldn’t. She was so anxious that she was sweating and her voice was urgent, “I didn’t…”

    “Then look at me and talk.” Shen An moved his fingers down a little and held her hand. The little hand was hot and the palm was sweaty.

    Bai Li worked hard for a long time and looked up at him. He took away his sunglasses. The man raised his hand to take off her hat and brushed the broken hair on her forehead with his fingertips.

    The wind blows, and along with the sound of he, there is a different kind of gentleness.

    “There’s no one else here, relax.”

    After he finished speaking, he let go and turned around and entered the small courtyard.

    Bai Li stood there, her heart so frantic that she almost jumped out of her chest.

    At noon, we ate near the botanical garden. There was a self-service teahouse. Shen An asked for a private room. There was a fruit plate and melon seeds on the table. Shen An pinched a date and tasted it. Then he pushed the fruit plate aside and stretched out his left hand in front of the white pear.

    Bai Li was stunned for a moment.

    “I’m going to get food.” Shen An was half leaning on the table. The pure white shirt made his fingers slender and boney, and a tattoo was faintly exposed on his wrist. He passed his left hand to her again and said in a very soft voice, “With me?”

    The base of Bai Li’s ears felt hot again, she wrung her fingers, and even though she was wearing sunglasses, she still didn’t dare to look up at him.

    he seems to be getting closer, and the sound is also closer.

    “Put your hands up.”

    Bai Li looked at the clean and slender hands in front of her, her heart was beating as if it was about to explode, and her fingers were trembling unconsciously.

    she can’t do it.

    Shen An waited for a while, then wrapped his index finger around her finger and gently wrapped her hand in his palm. With a slight force, he pulled the person up and patted the brim of her hat lightly with his right hand.

    “Forget it, next time.”

    There were many people in the lobby outside, carrying plates to get food.

    When Bai Li saw so many people, she lowered her head reflexively and pulled her hand back involuntarily.

    Shen An used some strength to pull her into the crowd, tilted his head and asked her, “What fruit do you like? Cantaloupe? Dragon fruit? Mango?”

    When she was so nervous that she almost collapsed, she discovered that not many people were looking at her, and those people were all looking for food with their heads down.

    There was also an extra plate in front of her. Shen An took the tong and handed it to her. She nodded her chin and said, “Pick it yourself.”

    Baili’s wrist holding the fork was shaking a little. She hadn’t eaten in public for many years. The feeling of being so nervous that she was suffocating was still there, but the sight that made her dazzle disappeared, and only a deep, low-pitched voice remained in her ears:

    “Get an egg tart.”

    “Do you like this? Get another.”

    “Bai Li, get me a drink. I want it to be iced.”

    In her nervousness, she listened to he’s instructions and picked up food again and again. When she returned to the private room, she realized that she was sweating all over.

    There were also two portions of cooked food on the table in the private room, one portion of blood glutinous rice and red date porridge, and one portion of golden glutinous rice balls, a total of eight.

    “Try it and see if you like it.” Shen An sat down opposite her and handed her a cup of hot tea on the table, “This is black tea, with some milk added.”

    Bai Li thanked her softly, “Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome.” He got up and went out. Not long after, he came back with a portion of the mooncake divided into pieces, placed it on the table, took a fork and handed it to Bai Li, “This is the eight-treasure mooncake, you can try it.”

    It seems that he really took her out to taste mooncakes.

    Bai Li thanked her softly.

    Shen An also picked up a piece of moon cake, turned sideways and said, “I won’t look at you, you can eat at your leisure, and we will change places after eating.”

    He only showed half of his face in profile, his chin was slightly raised, and his bulging Adam’s apple was unusually obvious.

    Bai Li looked at that half of He’s face, her heart trembled, her ears felt inexplicably hot, and her voice of thanks also trembled, “Thank you, thank you.”

    She took off her mask and sunglasses, picked up the mooncake in front of her with a fork and took a bite.

    Red bean paste.

    She didn’t know what she was thinking of, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved, revealing two cute pear dimples.

    Shen An sipped the mooncake in his mouth, and raised the corners of his lips.

    The Mid-Autumn Festival, which in previous years was the most lonely and lonely for him, from this moment on, is like the mooncakes in his mouth, full of sweetness.

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