The wind swept past, and fallen leaves clung to the silvery moonlight as they circled around Lin Li.
Whose citrus-scented hair lingered in the wind?
Ding Sihan was the first one he ruled out.
Knock, knock, knock. A wonton vendor approached, knocking his clapper.
This sort of late-night street vending without any shouting was quite a common sight in Xiling.
Lin Li turned his head and exchanged a glance with Ding Sihan. The two of them then tacitly faced forward again.
The knocking gradually faded into the distance.
"I'm such an idiot!" Lin Li finally said bitterly, breaking the silence.
"What kind of idiot?" Ding Sihan asked.
"Why the hell was I standing there holding the back of my own head? Did I think that looked cool?
What was there to hug about the back of my head? Fuck, before I could even put my hand down, she was already gone. I'm such an idiot!!"
Lin Li slapped his right hand with his left, then his left hand with his right. Arnold's left and right brains fought each other; Lin Li's left and right hands fought each other. He was practically furious at his own incompetence.
That hug had felt quite long when he recalled it, but it had actually lasted only an instant. By the time Lin Li came to his senses and lowered his hands to hug her back, Chen Yuying had already retreated into the car.
"You really are an idiot." Ding Sihan nodded after listening, fully agreeing.
"Ding Sihan, you're an idiot too!"
"Are you sick? How am I an idiot? This princess didn't provoke anyone, and I still got a mouthful of dog food."
Ding Sihan frowned at that and used her little bee elbow strike again, indignantly asking whether Lin Li was lashing out