CH 2.1

So the male god also has to use the washroom.

What to do?

Jiang Tiao paused. Like a light bulb going off in her head, she searched through her pocket.

Fortunately, she kept that thing with her.

Jiang Tiao took advantage of this opportunity, “But I have an eyebrow pencil, can you sign with this?”

“Eyebrow pencil?” He thought for two seconds and raised his brows, “The one to draw on eyebrows?”

“En.”

“Sure.”

Jiang Tiao breathed a sigh of relief and took out the hexagonal Shiseido eyebrow pencil and handed it to him.

"Where do I sign?" The man looked at the little pencil head in his hand and unscrew the cap.

“Can you sign my phone? I have a matte white case on.” Her reaction was to the peak of her life like all the problems are solved in one moment.

Fu Jing Tian took Jiang Tiao’s phone and turned it over.

It really is a matte white shell, there is nothing on the back.

Three words, black marks against the white surface. The sincerity is exactly the same as the signature she had seen online before.

Like moving clouds and flowing water, it was natural and unforced.

She didn’t dare to put her phone back in her pocket, afraid that it will rub off.

Along the way, she contemplated whether she should put on a top coat to prevent the color from fading.

After all, from now on, his phone case is no longer a mobile phone case. It is an heirloom.

“Your handwriting is very beautiful.” Jiang Tiao sincerely praised. She is so happy now, every nerve in her body is full of satisfaction and warmth.

“If you sign a lot, of course, it will look nice.” He put the cap back on pencil and returned it to her.

She took it and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here so you have to use this to sign. My apologies."