It was her all along

  It was her all along

  Since she's a beauty, I'll definitely give up my seat. Looking down at a beauty is more enjoyable than looking up at one.

  The beauty saw me giving up the seat to her, and she smiled at me lightly. I seemed to hear her say "thank you", but the noise in the carriage was loud, and it was not clear whether she said it or not.

  "No need to be polite, beautiful comrade." I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth. Although being civilized and courteous has been one of my good virtues for over twenty years, flirting with a respectable woman in broad daylight is not my style at all.

  The beauty's face turned slightly red, the corners of her mouth slightly raised to the right by 30 degrees, it was unclear whether this was a shy or disdainful expression.

  The beautiful woman sitting next to me was a middle-aged mother in her prime, and I could clearly feel the BS gaze she cast at me, staring straight at me as if trying to see through my "pervert" true face.

  I grasped the light yellow handrail of the bus, my body facing the beautiful woman's side, keeping a suitable distance from her. My eyes stared straight at the night view of the capital outside the window. You might ask me, aren't you supposed to be looking at the beautiful woman? Actually, I was indeed looking at the beautiful woman, just in a more subtle way. Originally, I wanted to watch the beautiful woman's reflection through the bus window glass, but unfortunately, this bus's glass seemed to have "anti-wolf function", so I couldn't see anything...

  Helpless, I can only use the "double-eyed divination" technique that I have practiced for many years. Now, although my gaze seems to be wandering outside the car window, in fact, it is always fixed on the beautiful face of the beauty. This technique is completely different from "using residual light to glance", and the difficulty is not comparable. Using residual light to glance, one cannot truly see the beauty clearly, and secondly, if not controlled well, it will become a white-eyed glance. My method does not have these drawbacks. This is my painstakingly practiced ultimate skill, and the effect is naturally extraordinary.

  The beautiful woman's raven-black hair covered half of her face, and her long eyelashes, sharp nose, and slightly upturned small mouth were all highlighted. She seemed to be intently watching the car TV, with an adorable expression of concentration.

  The car had been running for about half an hour, and the "menopausal" woman finally showed signs of getting up to get off. Actually, I had been secretly shouting in my heart all along: Get off quickly, get off quickly. It seems that the heavens have finally heard my inner voice.

  The train arrived at the next station, and "Menopause" finally got off. As "Menopause" left her seat, she gave me a deliberate or unintentional glare, as if to say: You're lucky, kid!

  The beauty moved to the seat by the window, vacating her original seat. Then she looked up at me and smiled slightly. I thought this should be understood as an invitation for me to sit down. Although my current IQ is blinded by her beauty, I still have this understanding ability.

  I was overjoyed in my heart, but I couldn't show it on the surface. So I still adhered to my usual courtesy and said "thank you" very friendly. Then, with a swift and decisive movement, I immediately sat down, afraid that someone else would snatch away this rare opportunity.

  Sitting next to a beauty, that's endless benefits. Just smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body can relax muscles and prolong life. Wait, I feel like my continued daydreaming doesn't match the glorious image of a 21st-century young man, so I shifted my attention. I wanted to see what the car TV was playing, which could be so captivating to the beauty beside me.

  On TV, a relatively large auto show is being broadcast at the xx exhibition hall in the northeast of the city. With an auto show, there are naturally beautiful car models, no wonder all the men are staring intently at the small LCD screen, I seem to be able to hear the sound of swallowing saliva, it's a bit too much.

  The camera's lens was fixed on a model with outstanding looks and figure for a long time, it can be seen that this model is so different from the others in the crowd!

  But I somehow feel that this model is a bit familiar?! Impossible, if I really saw her, with my vast brain capacity and fast information retrieval speed, I must have already remembered who she was or where I saw her, but I just feel "familiar". Is it some elementary school classmate who has changed beyond recognition, an ugly duckling turned into a white swan?!

  As I was thinking, an old man with a slow pace got on the bus, and at this time there were no empty seats in the carriage.

  I thought for sure someone in the front row would give up their seat, so I shouldn't have to. But actually, I didn't want to give up my seat because of the beautiful woman sitting next to me - I had only just sat down for 10 minutes... My butt hadn't even warmed up yet, heaven is really cruel.

  It's really ironic, no one stood up to give their seat. Hey, that person occupying the priority seat for the elderly, weak, sick, and pregnant, stop pretending to be asleep, you were just looking at the car model with a smile on your face earlier.

  I'm resentful, what kind of quality are these people in this carriage?! The beautiful woman next to me stood up as if to give up her seat, I immediately shouted at the old man, Sir, you sit here! My heart is bleeding.

  Just as I gave up my seat and turned around, the moment I saw the beauty's face, I was stunned. I couldn't help but blame myself for being so slow-witted, wasn't that stunning model from TV sitting right in front of me!!!

  I mechanically stared at the beauty in front of me, then turned my head to look at the car model on TV who had been occupying the screen for a long time. Damn, I'm too slow-witted!

  The beauty also seemed to have found out that I was aware of her identity, still smiling slightly at me, with curved eyes, not to mention how good-looking she was.

  More than an hour later, the bus finally arrived at my destination.

  Just as I was getting off the bus, I thought to myself, why not take one last look at that beautiful girl? If I miss this chance, it'll be gone forever. Maybe my glance can capture her heart! Started daydreaming again, BS.

  The beautiful girl's seat was actually empty! The beauty was standing right behind me! Oh my god, you don't have to be so kind to me! I clearly remember the beauty saying she would get off at the next stop when she bought her ticket, how could she possibly get off at the same stop as me?!