Meanwhile Chu Ge happily cleared away the takeout containers, then happily sat back down in front of the computer and grinned like an idiot.
The outline was supposed to get organized today. The document sat open on the screen; the words were staring at Chu Ge, and Chu Ge had no idea what he was staring at.
His mind had floated clean away.
I kissed her. So sweet. So soft.
Wuwuwu, I was too nervous to really get a sense of what it tasted like—I want to try it again so bad.
I've watched hundreds of those movies. How come the second it's for real, I completely drop the ball and don't know how to do a single thing?
When is the next chance going to come around, wuwuwu...
He was still spinning his wheels in place, now grinning, now groaning, when a fragrant breeze swept past him; Qiu Wuji set another cup of tea down beside him.
"Stuck on the outline?" Qiu Wuji asked softly.
Chu Ge was thrown for a loop by how gentle her voice was. Weren't you just throwing an ornery tantrum a minute ago?
Having said something so gentle, Qiu Wuji seemed unused to it herself; her cheeks flushed faintly and her eyes drifted toward the document. "If you're stuck, don't force it... some of it you can talk over with me. Or we could go out for a walk."