Walking past the bus stop, he didn't seem to intend stopping, so Gu Qimiao said, "We can wait for the bus here."
He glanced down at her and said, "Let's walk back. We need to go to the supermarket."
Being able to walk with him, no matter how bad the weather, it felt like a sunny day; no matter how cold, it felt warm.
Their shoulders brushed against each other gently, his pace was slow, matching hers perfectly.
"Brother Yan Chen..."
"Hmm?"
"Does your grandmother often set you up on blind dates?"
Shen Yanchen hesitated for a moment, wondering why she suddenly asked about that.
"Yeah, often."
Gu Qimiao thought for a moment and then asked, "So... haven't you found anyone you like?"
Shen Yanchen glanced at her, then looked away after a moment, and simply said, "No, they neither match my eyes nor my heart."
Seeing that he was still willing to answer her questions, Gu Qimiao half-jokingly asked, "Then... what's your ideal type?"
