It fell from his fingertips

The car seemed to have driven into a private estate. The reason Tang Luoqing thought it was a private estate was mainly because when the security guards at the gate saw Zhou Jinbai's car, they not only did not stop him at all, but instead respectfully opened the grand and magnificent gate of the estate.

The car drove in, winding around a long tree-lined avenue, and went straight in. Surrounded by the avenue was a large flower field planted with sunflowers and roses, so large that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

Tang Luoqing stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Further ahead lies a large artificial lake, complete with small bridges and flowing water, creating an extremely pleasant atmosphere. Just looking at such a place is enough to make one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Tang Luoqing rolled down the car window in surprise, staring intently at the scenery outside. Then, noticing something, she quickly turned to Zhou Jinbai and asked, "Are you driving the wrong way?"

This road looks like a one-way street, but when a car comes in, it turns left and then drives straight ahead. If a car comes from the opposite direction, wouldn't that be very dangerous?

Zhou Jinbai hummed in agreement and said, "But it's alright, no one will drive over, and besides..."

"This is my own home, so there's no question of going against traffic here."

Tang Luoqing was taken aback: "This, this is your home?"

Before he could finish speaking, the car stopped. Zhou Jinbai unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, went to the passenger side, opened the door, and saw Tang Luoqing still staring at him in surprise. The man smiled slightly, leaned closer, and said in a deep voice, "Once you sign the papers, this will be your home."

signature?

Tang Luoqing suddenly remembered the two documents Zhou Jinbai had received from her home a few days ago.

"You remember now?"

The warm breath landed on her lips, and Tang Luoqing's breath caught in her throat.

Looking at the man so close to her, she felt inexplicably nervous.

Even though the two of them had done such intimate things, Tang Luoqing was still a little uncomfortable at such a close distance where she could kiss him with just a slight lift of her chin.

However, Zhou Jinbai didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with being so close to her. Instead, he placed his hands on either side of her chair, staring intently at the girl in front of him with a deep gaze, his voice low and husky: "So, you didn't read the contents?"

Tang Luoqing stared into Zhou Jinbai's captivating eyes, her heart racing and her ears burning. After a long while, she shook her head: "No."

She didn't intend to sign those two documents, so whether she looked at the contents or not made little difference.

As for whether the two of them will actually be together in the future, and whether Zhou Jinbai will leave her like Zhou Yanchen, or whether he will find someone else he likes, that is her own choice. If she chooses to start, she will bear the risk. Moreover, she feels that it is indeed impossible to expect every relationship to be as faithful and devoted as her parents'.

The surroundings were quite quiet, and Zhou Jinbai remained silent, only staring intently at Tang Luoqing.

The man's gaze was too intense, and it seemed to hold something else entirely. Tang Luoqing couldn't bear it, so she lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze.

Even so, Zhou Jinbai's presence was still too strong. His familiar, fresh scent lingered around her nose, and as time went by, Tang Luoqing gripped the seatbelt tighter and tighter.

A moment later, Zhou Jinbai was the first to step back. As the sound of his seatbelt being unbuckled rang out, he reached out his hand to Tang Luoqing.

"Would you like to come down and take a look?"

Tang Luoqing looked up, reached out and shook hands with Zhou Jinbai, and got out of the car.

What comes into view is a vast expanse of golden sunflowers and interspersed roses.

Vast fields of sunflowers bloom freely, their golden petals gleaming in the evening sunset, while interspersed among them are delicate red roses, their branches abundant and their fragrance rich. The two contrasting flowers blend together, creating a scene that is both passionate and gentle.

The evening breeze, carrying a rich floral fragrance, wafted towards us, and the waves of flowers swayed gently, creating a much more breathtaking scene than when viewed from inside a car.

Tang Luoqing was mesmerized.

"These flowers...are so beautiful."

Tang Luoqing stared intently at the sea of ​​flowers before her, but couldn't help asking, "How could... so many be planted?"

"Did you ask them to plant it?"

"Yes, I had it planted because... you like it."

Zhou Jinbai took Tang Luoqing's hand and walked step by step onto the bridge.

The wind on the lake grew stronger, ruffling the stray hairs on Tang Luoqing's forehead and stirring up her already unsettled emotions.

"Because of me?"

She turned her head, raised her chin to look at Zhou Jinbai, not understanding how he knew she liked this sea of ​​flowers, and even... really wanted to own such a sea of ​​flowers.

Recalling the fact that the flowers he had sent every day for a period of time were a combination of sunflowers and roses, Tang Luoqing vaguely seemed to understand something.

"Zhou Jinbai, you..."

Tang Luoqing was at a loss for words.

But then Zhou Jinbai took her hand and led her along the bridge to the other side. After walking for a few minutes, they saw a pavilion at the end of the bridge, surrounded by lanterns that illuminated the area beautifully.

The lights were bright, the sunset was golden, the petals were sparkling, and a stream was flowing gently in the distance.

Inside the pavilion, there was an easel.

As you get closer, you can see that the painting on the easel depicts a girl painting a sea of ​​flowers.

"After you gave me that painting last time, I came here that very night and painted this one."

Zhou Jinbai lifted Tang Luoqing's hand and placed it to his lips, touching it lightly for a moment, then said affectionately, "This is... the you I imagined."

Tang Luoqing was slightly taken aback, and her breathing unconsciously became longer and slower.

When she gave Zhou Jinbai that painting of Zhou Jinbai at twenty years old, it was partly because she wanted to depict the image of Zhou Jinbai painting in her imagination, and partly to fulfill a promise.

And now... unexpectedly, Zhou Jinbai also drew the image of her in his imagination.

I suddenly became very curious about what kind of scenery would appear if these two paintings were placed together.

The thought had barely crossed Tang Luoqing's mind when Zhou Jinbai spoke up, interrupting her thoughts: "By the way, didn't you say you lacked inspiration for your entries at the cultural and creative exhibition? How about now? Do you feel the urge to paint?"

After this reminder, Tang Luoqing really felt a little itchy to do it.

She didn't stand on ceremony with Zhou Jinbai and nodded.

Zhou Jinbai carefully took the painting off the easel, handed it to the housekeeper who had rushed over, replaced it with a new sheet of paper, gestured for the housekeeper to leave, and then sat down quietly. He picked up his laptop from the bench and began to work, which could be considered as keeping Tang Luoqing company while she painted.

Tang Luoqing sat in front of the easel, looked up at the sea of ​​flowers, and gradually relaxed completely before picking up her paintbrush.

A cool breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Two people sat in the large pavilion, one focused on painting and the other working diligently. They did not disturb each other, yet they kept each other company.

Occasionally, Tang Luoqing would glance at Zhou Jinbai, who was intently reading documents beside her, and couldn't help but think that relationships didn't have to be dramatic and exciting; quiet companionship was just as good.