Chapter 238

Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop is an old-fashioned brick house of small size, with a faded pink bow sign hanging on the goose-yellow wooden door, and the windowsill is piled with fluffy moss and napping Puffskeins.

Just looking inside from the shop window, you know this is a tea house built specifically for couples.

Various pink lace curtains hang down, each small round table is covered with a tablecloth embroidered with heart-shaped patterns, and there is an old-fashioned gramophone in the corner, slowly playing a record of "Love Spell."

John held Hermione's hand and came to the shop door.

Although he had anticipated it, John didn't expect it to be such a place full of pink bubbles.

Hermione on the side wasn't much better.

They were clearly a couple, but entering this kind of place for the first time, there was still a subtle feeling in the bottom of their hearts that they couldn't tell if it was nervousness or guilt.

However, John didn't retreat, holding Hermione and walking inside.

When pushing the door, the wind chime behind the door rang, and the sweet smell of warm fragrance mixed with honey cake rushed toward them.

"Oh welcome, you two~"

On the left side of the entrance was the tea house's counter, and a lady with her hair coiled up and a slightly plump figure was looking up from behind the ledger.

She had a smile on her face that was either kind or teasing, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were filled with gentle smiles.

"... Hello, Madam, please arrange a seat for us."

John saw Hermione looking around with a flushed face and no intention of speaking, so he had to speak up.

"No problem, dear, you're here for the first time, right?"

"... Yes."

Madam Puddifoot smiled and walked out from behind the counter, leading the two toward a seat by the window.

The chairs were covered with thick velvet cushions, and a small bottle of freshly cut silver bell flowers with snow particles was placed on the table.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, baby; the first time is always full of unknown expectations."

It seemed she saw that John and Hermione were here for the first time; Madam Puddifoot patted John's shoulder kindly and winked at Hermione quietly.

Hermione's ear tips were almost dripping with honey; she wasn't ignorant of these things, but looking at the couples nearby, one pair after another, all kissing each other relentlessly.

Won't John and I also have to kiss like this in full view of everyone later?

John was somewhat ashamed; that's why young couples are willing to come here.

They directly opened a place specifically for students to date...

Hmm? Who's that?

Cedric and Qiu Zhang?

Good heavens, to run into them here.

They clearly noticed John's side early on.

Cedric discovered John's gaze, raised his eyebrows at him, and smiled friendly.

This place isn't very suitable for coming over to say hello directly.

Although the phrasing is somewhat inappropriate, I don't know why, but there's always a feeling of running into an acquaintance while out whoring......

On this side, John and Hermione sat down separately, ordered two cups of hot cocoa, one heart-shaped small cake each, and a plate of gingerbread men covered in sugar frosting.

Madam Puddifoot's serving speed was very fast, and soon she brought the drinks and snacks they ordered.

Until taking a sip of warm hot cocoa, Hermione finally calmed down and restored a composed appearance.

To be honest, her expression of trying to remain composed was inexplicably cute.

"Hermione, do you have any plans for Christmas this year?"

Hermione was tasting a gingerbread man in small bites; hearing John's sudden question, when she looked up, there was still some sugar frosting stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Oh right, I was just thinking of finding a chance to ask you."

"Mom and Dad asked me if I wanted to go skiing during the Christmas holiday; if you want to, you can come along too."

Hearing John's question, Hermione seemed to have thought of something and said.

She didn't notice the sugar frosting at the corner of her mouth at all, and then she saw John staring at her mouth for some reason, not speaking.

Suddenly her face flushed again.

John wouldn't be wanting to kiss her, would he...

What to do!

Should I kiss!

But there are so many people...

No, they are kissing too!

So we should be fine to kiss once...

Hermione was stared at by John, appearing calm on the surface, but a small inner drama was playing in her brain.

John was staring at the sugar frosting at the corner of her mouth, his obsessive-compulsive disorder acting up; he really wanted to wipe it off...

But seeing Hermione's startled little deer appearance, he'd better not continue bullying her...

He had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it and tried hard to shift his gaze away.

"Skiing, okay, although I haven't skied before."

"But I have to ask if there are any arrangements at home... speaking of which, I don't seem to have sent a letter home since school started..."

John muttered belatedly.

Seeing that John didn't intend to come up and kiss her, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief while feeling a bit disappointed.

However, she didn't show anything, but followed John's words and complained.

"No wonder Mom asked me to write a letter to Uncle and Aunt to report that you're safe; I didn't expect you hadn't thought about writing home at all, and Uncle and Aunt came to my mom..."

Hearing Hermione's complaint, John was suddenly choked by a sip of hot cocoa.

"It's just that, I don't have that habit..."

"No, you wrote a letter to report that I'm safe?"

John explained first, and then asked in pursuit after reacting.

"Uh-huh, Uncle and Aunt even wrote back to me."

Hermione said as a matter of course.

"What did they say?" John continued to ask.

"Nothing much, just telling me I can go play there more during the holiday."

"Didn't they mention me?"

"No."

"......"

It's over, haven't bubbled up for too long, favorability reset to zero.

Must hurry and write a letter back, otherwise my future real estate will be moved.

"By the way, when Christmas comes, why don't you bring Uncle and Aunt to spend it at my place?"

At this time, Hermione continued to say; anyway, their two families are not far apart, and the relationship between their parents is also good, so they can spend it together.

Hearing Hermione's words, John also came back to his senses, considered it, and felt it was feasible.

"Then I'll write a letter back later to ask."

Hermione nodded; the matter was temporarily like this, and they had to wait for the news to come back later.

After finishing the business, they could continue to enjoy the rare date time.

Just then, the Cupid little figure that had been floating around the tea house floated to the side of their table.

It mischievously shook its small wings and then started sprinkling all kinds of glittering golden heart-shaped powder toward the two.

The powder fell on their hair tips and collars, floating and flickering in the slanting winter sunlight, as if plating time with a layer of faint light.

Although this scene looked very beautiful, seeing Hermione's fluffy hair covered in gold powder, John still couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hermione complained to John with dissatisfaction while patting her hair tips with a flushed face.

"Hurry up and help me get it off."

"Fine, fine, I'll do it, I'll do it."

John hurriedly waved his hands to stop laughing, leaned over close to Hermione's face, and cleaned the gold powder off her hair for her.

Even though it could be solved by a light wave of a spell, the two of them insisted on using their hands.

Just when John was brushing the gold powder off Hermione's hair, Hermione was looking at John's face close at hand without blinking.

"There, it's done."

Finally, John brushed all the gold powder off Hermione's hair and said to Hermione with a smile.

Hermione didn't move her gaze away immediately, and for a moment, their gazes crossed.

The winter sunlight happened to pass through the window lattice, casting fine light spots on Hermione's trembling eyelashes.

Then, the two looked at each other like this, without astonishment, without shyness, without heartbeats accelerating.

They very tacitly leaned toward each other and kissed.

Like the other couples here, kissing the person they love.