At that moment, Zhou Mingyu was holding her rose while watching Su Zhiruan study the lottery ticket.
The street lights were warm, the night breeze brushed by, and only a few cars passed sporadically by the roadside.
"Zhou Mingyu," Su Zhiruan suddenly stopped, her hands behind her back as she turned to him with a smile, yet her expression was serious.
"Hmm?" Zhou Mingyu also stopped. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her tenderly, waiting for her to continue.
"I'm easy to pursue," she suddenly spoke up, lifting the lottery ticket with a smile, "and easily moved. I'm just an ordinary person. Once pursued, I become clingy and love-struck, prone to insecurity, I'll check in, I'll become a typical little girl in love."
"You've seen through me, huh..." Zhou Mingyu was not embarrassed at being caught. He chuckled softly, put down the rose, and slowly embraced her. "You previously said our feelings might be developing too fast, and I was afraid you might mind."