Chapter 420: Ten Miles of Lotus

Zhuo also picked up a cup and nodded slightly.

Ling watched him answer, then lowered her head to look at the liquid in her hand and slowly shook the cup like Zhuo. It was obviously her first time, but Zhuo felt that her movements looked much more graceful than his own.

"Not entirely. Another very important reason why I don't drink is that when I'm drunk, there's no one around me who can make me feel 100% assured and take good care of me. But today it's just us, so I don't have to worry about anything..."

"Well, from now on, you don't have to worry about anything anymore... There's no time to sober up, since neither of us are good at drinking anyway."

Zhuo said this and gently tapped her cup with his.

"Zero, thank you."

"?"

"From the beginning to the end, everything..."

Zhuo finished talking to himself, picked up the wine and took a sip. Ling looked at me, drank a big gulp, then closed his eyes slightly, savoring the taste.

Zhuo couldn't hold on any longer with his serious look, so he turned sideways, propped up his head with his elbows on the back of the sofa, and watched Ling's reaction.

"Does it taste good?"

Hearing Zhuo's words, Ling slightly raised his chin and looked at Zhuo, slowly savoring the mouthful he had just taken. "It has the aroma of lemon, and the fruity flavors of white peach and mango. The taste is very layered and the mouthfeel is very pure."

"Uh... didn't we agree that we're all amateurs? Okay, okay, I can't tell what kind of wine this is anyway?"

“Sauvignon Blanc from Chateau Margaux in Bordeaux.”

"Chang Xiang Si..." Zhuo silently recited, and suddenly laughed, "If I had known this wine was called this, I might have taken it out and drank it the first time I went to the Black Stone Mansion."

Although it is said to be the first time, it was actually just over half a year ago during the summer vacation. It was also the first time that Zhuo and Ling went back together. Then there were the fireworks display, the cruise ship... Ling disappeared.

"wash……"

"Oh, don't think too much. I just want to say something that I think is very appropriate. Let's not talk about that. Zero, you know, your skirt today is so beautiful. It scared others when we were in the Internet cafe. It really suits you. Let alone anything else, I just want to keep looking at you."

Ling lowered his head slightly: "I know. Your eyes are like a child seeing a meteor shower for the first time. Because of your eyes, I believe I must be very beautiful today."

"Do you still need my gaze? Honestly, because she is so beautiful, I felt that we were out of place walking together just now. Although I think people have thought so before."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"Because I'm too ordinary... It's funny to say that, I never thought that one day I would have appearance anxiety. I have always believed that as long as a man has money, his appearance doesn't matter. Oh, although I'm a pauper now."

"What you said is quite funny... My boyfriend is 1.82 meters tall, gentle and kind, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome, and he keeps exercising, so his body has become strong and powerful, he can catch up with his studies without attending classes, he has the means to take shortcuts but doesn't use them, he hides the power to destroy the world but is willing to be an ordinary person, university..."

"Okay, Zero, stop talking."

Zhuo quickly stopped her. He didn't know why he felt so embarrassed to hear these words from Ling.

And although what he said was true from a certain perspective, Zhuo always felt that this was only the case from Zero's perspective. Even so, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and strong... ah, I'm dying...

Even with Zhuo's thick skin, he was still so ashamed to hear this kind of "Zero-style praise" that he wanted to die on the spot, even though he knew that Ling really believed it in his heart and it was not a lie. But Ling just stopped and took a sip of wine, and ignored Zhuo at all.

"There are ten thousand ways to choose in college, but you gave up all of them and chose to be with me... Zhuo, are you not good enough? How much better do you want to be? Even if I never said this, aren't the reactions of Potato Chips and Mai enough to prove it? You may find my point of view one-sided. But this is the first time I've seen someone who can be taken seriously by them, especially Mai. If it weren't for me, you would definitely be able to find a better and prettier girl than me..."

"No, there won't be a better or more beautiful girl than you in this world..."

Zhuo took another sip of wine and interrupted Ling.

Ling tilted his head and looked at Zhuo's face seriously, then he tilted his head in the other direction and continued to stare at him. Then, at a certain moment, he suddenly turned his face away and said, "When Mai said that the two of us are hypocritical, this might be what she meant."

"I'm not hypocritical. Zero is the best and most beautiful girl in the world. Is that wrong? Have you ever seen a girl prettier than you?"

"I've seen it."

"I do not believe."

"Even if you exclude Mai, there are still a lot."

"I do not believe."

"In a mixed-blood family in St. Petersburg, that family has been strictly controlling their bloodline in order to maintain their bloodline. Their daughters are all as delicate as elves carved out of crystal."

"I don't believe it anyway."

"I also met a godmother in Notre Dame Cathedral in Moscow. She may not be stunning in appearance, but she was very gentle and kept smiling at me. Her smile touched people's hearts. I remember that was the first time I chatted with someone, but I don't remember most of it. I only vaguely remember that she praised my beautiful eyes."

"No matter what you say, I can't imagine a girl who is prettier than you."

"That's because you haven't met many people. When I saw my godmother, I thought it would be great if I could be as beautiful and gentle as her. Although we only met once, it seems that she had a significant impact on me subconsciously."

Hearing this, Zhuo suddenly thought of a question, so he took a sip of wine, sat up, and asked carefully, "Nor Ling, have you ever met a man better than me before?"

Even Zhuo felt his face turn red when he asked this question. The range of "better than me" seemed a bit broad. Zhuo felt that even from Ling's perspective, it was impossible for him to lie so openly. After all, she was just biased, not blind.

As a result, Ling, who was originally looking at someone reminiscing, suddenly looked up and stared at Zhuo.

She stared at him straight in the eyes, but said nothing. She looked as expressionless and calm as before, but when Zhuo saw her deep blue eyes, he always felt that she was smiling.

"Man? This is the first time you call yourself that in front of me. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

"Hey...Zero, please stop changing the subject."

"I'm not trying to change the subject. Ever since I met you, my eyes have never been anywhere else, so I can't answer your question... maybe there is."

"Why add the last sentence if you can't answer it?"

Zhuo had a resentful expression, and it was clear that he had only said the first half, but Ling seemed to do it on purpose, and after a pause he added a sentence "Maybe".

(End of this chapter)