Ji Changmu handed the clothes to the clerk: "I'll ask the assistant to pick them up."

"Okay, sir."

Qiao Muyuan remained silent, wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Ji Changmu seemed to be in a good mood and took her to the place where ties were sold: "I still need one tie."

"Okay..." Qiao Muyuan was weak.

She really has to stop drinking randomly from now on, really.

When choosing ties, Ji Changmu was very picky and asked Qiao Muyuan to tie them for him one by one. Qiao Muyuan's hands were sore that he couldn't even pick them properly.

He was tall, so Qiao Muyuan had to stand on tiptoes every time to help him tie his tie. From the beginning, he was not very good at tying his tie. Ji Changmu seemed not satisfied and was still choosing.

"Professor... this dark blue one is good."

"Professor, this diamond pattern one is also good."

"Teach...forget it."

Every time he stood on tiptoes, he would lower his eyes, as if looking at her, his hot breath blowing on her face, along with the scent of hormones and the thin scent of oud on his body.

She raised her head and met his eyes.

Someone passed by Qiao Muyuan and accidentally pushed her. She staggered and staggered.

"Be careful." Ji Changmu hugged her waist, but his eyes did not leave her face.

Qiao Muyuan accidentally approached his chest and heard his heartbeat, but more... she heard her own chaotic heartbeat.

She quickly left Ji Changmu again.

Lowering her head, her heartbeat quickened, she handed him a dark blue striped tie in her hand: "Just...this one."

"OK."

Seeing that he was finally no longer picky, Qiao Muyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but there were a few beads of sweat on her forehead.

As usual, she paid for it, and when everything was ready, they chose a French restaurant for lunch.

Ji Changmu looked calm, and Qiao Muyuan found that his palms were sweaty. He chose a seat and sat down. He didn't bother to order, so he just let Ji Changmu do it.

It is still raining outside, and the rain is falling from the sky above the city. The smoke is hazy, adding countless mist and gloom to the whole city.

The trees in winter are all withered, and their bare branches are leaning out, standing vigorously on both sides of the road.

Looking out from the restaurant window, New York City is three-dimensional and flat, with cars and horses on the roads flowing like a dragon.

During the meal, Ji Changmu rarely spoke.

Qiao Muyuan didn't talk much today. He just lowered his head to eat and didn't even dare to raise his head. Several times, he even picked up the wrong tableware.

Ji Changmu ordered a bottle of red wine for himself, and he asked her: "Would you like a glass?"

Knowing that he did it on purpose, she shook her head: "I will never drink again."

"Very good." He poured himself a small glass of red wine, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"No arrangements, I originally planned to spend the day shopping with you."

"It seems that you planned to give me all your time."

Qiao Muyuan sounded strange, but he didn't feel anything was wrong.

"In that case, I can listen to your arrangements this afternoon." Ji Changmu was rarely easy to talk to.

"No, you're busy." Ji Changmu's good temper made Qiao Muyuan unable to adapt, "I can go to my classmate's house to play in the afternoon."

"Yeah." Ji Changmu didn't say much.

Qiao Muyuan ate in a panic during the meal. She didn't know why, but her palms were sweaty, her heartbeat was different from usual, and her cheeks were hot.

The tableware was so sweaty that she held it.

When the time was almost up, Ji Changmu happened to answer a phone call, and his assistant took him back.
Chapter completed!