林小糯米攥紧了口袋里的两千块，手心都出汗了。那男的说话声音低沉，带着点沙哑，让她心里发毛。“小妹妹，一个人去哪啊？”他离她很近，近得能闻到他身上淡淡的洗衣粉味道，还有一点点……像是烟草的清苦气息。

“我……我去买奶茶。”林小糯米下意识说，眼睛却死死盯着他黑帽衫下露出来的半截手腕。那上面似乎有个小小的伤疤，像是一道月牙形的印记。

“哦，买奶茶？”男人挑了挑眉，帽檐下的眼睛让她看不清表情，但那眼神让她觉得有点不对劲。他好像知道她要去买奶茶，甚至……知道她住在哪个小区？

“嗯！”林小糯米赶紧点头，说完就想跑，奈何腿脚不争气，看着那男的往她这边走来，她只能硬着头皮等着。

下一秒，一只骨节分明的手轻轻按在了她的头顶，力道不大，但很有力，让她一个趔趄，差点摔倒。“傻愣着干嘛？陪我去买奶茶。”

林小糯米懵了，抬头就看见那张 khuất mặt khuất sau chiếc áo choàng đen. His lips were curved in a mocking smile, making her feel even more agitated. She didn't want to, she really didn't, but she felt like if she resisted, he would make things much worse. So, with a deep breath, she stammered, "Okay, okay, let's go."

The man didn't reply immediately, just led her towards the nearby street stall. The traffic was heavy, and the air was filled with the aroma of various foods. His hand didn't let go the whole time. It felt cold at first, but then gradually warmed up, making her feel a little safer.