Chapter 65

Leng Yiyao held the edge of the table with one hand and flipped through the catalog lightly with the other. Said to be a booklet, in fact, it is just a few sheets of thin cardboard held together, and it even looks a little shabby. However, fortunately, the photos above are relatively unique in shape, which makes people want to try each one.

There were no other customers in the cafe, and a foreign language song was playing slowly. She couldn't hear the language, but in this dim atmosphere, it was indeed appropriate.

She was sitting by the window, and her fingertips suddenly settled beside a photo: "Help me get a cup of this and a snack by the way."

The man beside him responded in a low voice, but his eyes were still staring out the window. Leng Yiyao looked up, just in time to see his faint smile that hadn't disappeared.

Although the eyes did not meet, the first reaction was biting cold.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look out, there was no one there, but that didn't mean everything was peaceful.

"Wait five minutes." His unwavering voice came from his ear. Turning around, without waiting for her to react, she has already walked back to the bar.

Under the dim light, Leng Yiyao only had time to look at his back. Straight, tall, tall and straight, but still wearing a hat indoors, the broken hair around his ears are covered inside, not showing the slightest. The complexion is white, and the hands are extraordinarily slender, making people unable to take their eyes away from them at first sight.

She didn't expect that when she opened a cafe to pass the time, she would meet such an unexpected weirdo.

Yes, indeed an indifferent eccentric.

"Are you the owner of the store?" Sitting alone was too boring, she rested her chin in one hand, chatting with him idly, but observing carefully without any traces of her eyes.

"Yeah. I'm the only one in the store." I don't know if there are usually few people in the store. He doesn't seem to have ready-made coffee powder. He took a tablespoon of coffee beans from the jar and slowly ground them on the spot. The fingertips fiddled back and forth between the silverware and the coffee machine, and the fingertips were so flexible that she could stop her eyes, as if flowing water.

"How can you be open 24 hours by yourself?" She remembered the big sign at the door and couldn't help but ask. This man is very interesting. Ever since she came in, she hadn't looked her in the eye. It is very rare for a woman to go out alone at this time in City D, and even if there are no pedestrians around "clearing the field", he is indifferent. But just now he looked out the window, but it was vicious and cruel, like a machete ready to drink blood at any time.

"There are not many customers in the store. I sleep when I have nothing to do." The aroma of coffee beans surrounds and rises in the air, slowly condensing. He took out the milk frother and poured fresh milk into it, and slowly began to prepare the milk froth.

It was obviously a man, but while playing with his hands, soon, a blooming midnight rose stood above the pitch-black liquid, floating like a dream.

A bone china vessel, a silver spoon, and a serving of tiramisu, he delivered to her, exactly five minutes, not even a second.

Leng Yiyao looked down at her supper, and suddenly raised her head and smiled at him: "Has anyone ever said that your appearance is unforgettable?"

The wind chimes danced slightly at the window with the cold wind outside the house, bringing bursts of pleasant chimes.

He lowered his head, his silver eyes were calm, and he looked at her with a slightly lowered eyebrow, and suddenly, he showed a sneer...