Your Distance

Ting Shuang followed Bai Changyi to get off the car and saw a restaurant not far away.

After entering the store and sitting down, Ting Shuang wanted to go to the bathroom, and said, "That ... I--" "'That', are you calling me?"

Ting Shuang said, "Uh ... no."

Bai Changyi then lowered his head and continued to look at the menu, his lips cornered.

Ting Shuang froze for a while and said, "... Professor."

Park Changyi turned the page and said, "It's not in class now."

Not a professor, what is it called?

Called cycle?

Ting Shuang screamed twice in her heart, feeling inexplicable.

"So ..." Ting Shuang humbly asked, "What's that name?"

Bai Changyi glanced at Ting Shuang and said, "Isn't it usually very pleasant?"

Usually ... shouted ... quite smoothly ...

Usually, the court cream is called Prof. Bai, a perverted professor, and it is called dear, and it is indeed very smooth ...

Now Ting Shuang wanted to dig into the seam.

Everything is called death.

He could only go straight to the subject: "I'm going to the bathroom." After speaking, he was still in place, and he didn't dare to get up for a while.

After a few seconds, Bai Chang looked up and looked at Ting Shuang incomprehensible: "This also requires my approval?"

"No." Ting Shuang hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Unfasten the belt, pull the zipper, release the water, finish, wash your hands, and look at yourself in the mirror: Ting Shuang, this is your own evil. Let the scolding pervert professor behind you make you momentarily cool, and let you just call someone dear momentarily cool, now it's all right, all crematoriums.

By the time Ting Shuang returned to the table, Bo Changyi had closed the menu.

Ting Shuang hurried to look at his menu and quickly decide what to eat. He has already fallen all the way today and doesn't want to order any moths even when ordering.

"I'm fine," he said to Bo Changyi.

Park Chang nodded, and raised his hand to signal to the waiter to order food.

Ting Shuang noticed suddenly that there was a ring mark on Bai Changyi's left ring finger. Till the end of the order, Ting Shuang couldn't help but go to the left hand of Bai Bochangyi.

Bo Changyi noticed Ting Shuang's gaze and said frankly, "I was married."

Fortunately, it was married, not married ...

Ting Shuang was startled by his own thoughts. What was he grateful for?

Of course, it should be fortunate that he did not hurt anyone ... but ...

Park Chang noticed Ting Shuang's unnaturalness and said, "Mind?"

Mind?

Ting Shuang said, "Mind what ..."

"It doesn't matter if your date is married," Parker said.

Oh that doesn't mind.

In today's society, is it forbidden to divorce?

and many more.

The point of that sentence just now doesn't seem to mind or get married, but ...

Dating? ? ?

approximately? meeting?

"We ... that ..." Obviously speaking Chinese, but Ting Shuang felt that she was again having difficulty in organizing language.

Bo Changyi said, "What you want to say is straight away."

Ting Shuang's hand doubled back and forth between Bo Changyi and himself: "... we ... are dating?"

"What else are we doing?"

Ting Shuang said hardly, "Do we understand that dating means the same thing ..."

Park Chang thought for a moment and asked, "Are young people no longer having the word dating?"

Ting Shuang said, "I still use it ... but ..."

Park Chang reminded kindly: "I remember it was you who asked me."

Ting Shuang said, "But ..."

Park Chang took out his cell phone and said, "Do you want to check the chat history?"

Ting Shuang said, "No, no, no ..."

Park Chang nodded intently and said, "That's it."

Is that so?

So what? ? ?

At this time, the waiter started serving.

Bai Chang took a look at Tingshuang's vegetable salad, reached out, and brought his thick soup to Tingshuang.

Court frost saw some tomatoes and bell peppers in the vegetable salad.

It turned out that Bo Changyi said that if you remember it, you really remember it ...

The atmosphere at the table changed a little.