"What?"
Tang Xinrou really took An Feiran's slowness, and felt that it didn't make sense to him.
"Get out of the way, I want, I want to go!"
It was quiet all around, and the nose was filled with the breath from the boy, the faint smell of pine ink, obviously very faint, but silently drilled into every pore of Tang Xinrou.
Overbearing to death.
She was trapped in a small space with her back against the wall.
An Feiran was approaching.
At this moment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground suddenly came, echoing in the empty corridor, especially clear.
Tang Xinrou fired conditionally, pushed An Feiran away quickly, and straightened her slightly messy clothes.
The sound stopped not far away.
She looked up, and Tang Xinrou's pupils shrank when she saw a charming and bright little face.
His face turned red in an instant, and he said embarrassingly, "Yoyao... You, you haven't left yet?"
She didn't pay attention.
Song Yaoyao raised her eyebrows, and raised her hand to signal not to speak, she understood.
"I answered a phone call, so I was delayed for a while. Did I bother you?" She took another step and quickly walked past Tang Xinrou, smiling like a little fox, "I'm sorry, you continue—"
"Hey! You wait for me!!"
Tang Xinrou was so angry that he gouged out An Feiran's eyes and ran after him.
Before he took two steps, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Almost in the blink of an eye, by the time Tang Xinrou reacted, she had been held by the boy with both hands above her head and pushed against the wall.
The faint smell of pine ink is getting stronger and closer.
Tang Xinrou's breathing was trembling, what was she nervous about
"An, An Feiran, you... don't mess around... um..."
Random words, and they were all bet back.
Tang Xinrou was so angry and annoyed that she blushed so much that she was about to bleed. Like the red clouds in the sky, I don't know whether to be angry or ashamed.
"asshole!"
At the moment when he was about to be hypoxic, Tang Xinrou bit him bitterly, and before they separated, An Feiran was kicked in the calf.
"I knew you were not a good person. You usually look innocent and harmless, and you are all pretending!"
Blood oozed from the corner of An Feiran's lips, and he wiped it away with his hand.
Seriously looking at Tang Xinrou, "Now is the time to talk."
Tang Xinrou didn't know why, but her heart ached when she heard these words. Her eyes were swollen from the heat, she sneered, "Okay! Even if it's even, don't talk to me from now on! I've seen through you, scumbag!"
She picked up her schoolbag from the ground bitterly, and rushed downstairs without looking back.
An Feiran watched quietly, and before her figure was about to disappear, he suddenly said, "Tang Tang, let's date."
The figure paused, and then walked faster.
"Bah! Only ghosts can see you! You are dreaming!"
An Feiran sighed, and rubbed the corners of his sore lips in distress.
She's so fierce—
The entire corridor was quiet, and the school was deserted.
An Feiran lowered his head and just walked out of the first floor.
A figure suddenly rushed over, carrying a delicate fragrance all over his body. The voice was fierce and harsh, "Don't move! You have been hijacked by a ghost!"
An Feiran blinked, slow response has the advantage of slow response.
For example, that surprise, like an endless tide, swept towards him wave after wave.
Enduring.
He grinned, his smile clear and clean.
"Am I dreaming?"
Then he was pinched on the cheek, really merciless.
But what was passed on to him was not pain, but joy.
"Does it hurt?"
An Feiran shook his head.
Tang Xinrou's face was so hot that it was almost smoking, she rolled her eyes, "Then congratulations, you really hit a ghost!"