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Chapter 17

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After Chen Zhuo left, Xianbei fell on the bed.

He buried his face in the pillow for a long time, until he couldn't breathe and his face turned red, and then he propped up his upper body.

My mind was full of what Chen Zhuo said when he just came to her, "I thought it was the personification of this milk tea".

As for what series of drinks and what kind of anthropomorphic authorization was discussed with her, she was completely in the dark and only knew how to nod and agree.

Although she lowered her eyes, she could make up the seriousness of the man from the tone of his narration.

So, what does that sentence mean...

Why should the sketch she drew be regarded as an anthropomorphic drawing of her favorite flavor of milk tea...

Is that what she... Lenovo meant...

Should it just be teasing her? Tell a joke

must be so...

Xianbei pouted, turned over, and faced the ceiling.

Her heart is not very good. Ever since she met that person, her heart rate has not been normal.

Touching the phone, she wanted to send a message to Yuanyuan, refer to her opinion, and clarify her state of mind.

But after clicking on the dialog box, the index finger stopped, the wrist loosened, and the phone was thrown back to the pillow.

In fact, Xianbei was quite sure that she really, really fell in love with this uninvited guest who broke into her barren life.

This kind of ups and downs, anticipation, and fear, she also vaguely felt it when she was in the third year of high school.

The other party is a boy in the same class, with a small flat head, wheat-colored skin, and his teeth are dazzlingly white when he smiles.

She was already a loner in the class at that time, and this boy would pester her every night to take her home.

During recess, doing special exercises, she turned back in the queue of girls in the front row. As a result, the boy didn't turn around at all, his hands were moving in a similar way, but his eyes were looking at her. As soon as his eyes met, he smiled at her, and Xianbei was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes.

Xianbei resisted at first, but uncontrollably gave birth to a little bit of joy, and finally someone was willing to be her friend.

Some of the broken walls were on the night when the male classmate confessed to her, and the deer on his chest was also tossing all night.

Hazy, Xianbei also seemed to have a bit of a crush on him. He tirelessly pushes on the mountain bike every day, walks beside her, and chats with her, even if he keeps his head down and doesn't speak, she clearly touches those blooming hearts.

It all ended in one evening.

As the sun went down, it seemed normal, and the boy sent her to the gate of the community.

In the delivery room, a familiar and thin figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the boy's school uniform, and then yelled like a madman.

Yes, her mom.

On that day, many passers-by stopped and watched in astonishment. Senbei stood there, like being thrown down by boiling water.

The next day, Xianbei was forced to change classes, and the former male classmate never appeared in front of her again.

A week later, a girl from the previous class came to her, saying that she had made her friend a grade joke and that she had to transfer schools.

From then on, Xianbei never dared to have any thoughts of liking anyone.

To have a favorable impression of a person of the opposite sex is a disaster for her.

But what to do, the long-lost mood has gradually recovered in the past few days, like Araki sprouting.

She was absolutely sure that this was it, that she liked it.

Xianbei put the corners of the quilt over her face, wanting to cry without tears, and asked herself:

Senbei, what's wrong with you

Why do you have to have such crooked and bad thoughts when someone treats you well

Her landlord must know too.

That's why I used the painting today and the cup of milk tea to deliberately make a gag.

She couldn't think about it any more.

She wants to avoid her landlord.

Don't give him any trouble, after all...

I have to live under one roof for a long time.

With this decision, Senbei returned to the hibernation state of the hamster.

24 hours a day, at least 23 and a half are hiding in the room, and rarely talk to Chen Zhuo.

But recently, Chen Zhuo came to look for her very frequently because of the customization of anthropomorphic paintings.

Every time she came to knock on the door, she would definitely bring a new flavor of drink and give it to her to taste.

This is work, so Xianbei couldn't avoid it, buried his head, said thank you, and took it with two small hands.

The next day you will receive a watercolor sketch.

Xianbei's paintings never disappoint Chen Zhuo.

It's just... Chen Zhuo stared at the door of the second bedroom that had been closed for a long time, as if the words "Do not disturb" would automatically appear on it.

This little girl has become more and more closed these days. When she first came here, she was willing to come out to eat with him, but now it's all takeaways.

He hurriedly rushed to the door, took the packaging bag, and then hurried back to the door, seeing him as invisible the whole time.

Maybe... almost forgot what he looked like.

Since when

The man started to think about this question, as if it was the morning when he first talked to her

Did that hint scare her

Maybe the little girl was just practicing her hands at will, but he understood it that way.

To her, it seems to be a little sloppy, like a wretched uncle with ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo also laughed a little and regretted it, but the words had already been said, and he couldn't take them back, and he couldn't find the right time to explain the apology to her and tell her not to care.

It's just that you have a crush on this kind of feeling. The more you suppress it, the easier it is to devour yourself.

Every day, Xianbei was tormented by "he must have found out that he was so embarrassed, and he must be very upset to deal with me every day because of business..."

The chain reaction brought about by the bad mood is that the two-week serialized plot of "Qi Xie" is very self-inflicted, causing the message area to be cloudy.

The editor Yuanyuan complained in tears on the button: Madam! What are you doing lately? Sucking milk tea on the terrace near the water and going crazy

One night, Xianbei looked straight at the screen, held a pressure-sensitive pen, and used mechanical movements to color the drawings.

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.

Xianbei turned her head in alarm, and there was a little light in her pupils.

There is no other person outside the door, Chen Zhuo's voice: "It's me, are you asleep?"

Xianbei subconsciously shook her head twice at the air, even though the man couldn't see it at all.

Glancing at the computer screen, it's almost ten o'clock...

He has never come to her so late...

Is there something urgent

Xian Bei hurriedly jumped off the chair, put on his slippers, and ran to open the door.

She slowly pulled the handle from the inside, expecting a lot of light to jump in. Xianbei narrowed his eyes in advance, and his whole body became more and more low-he was always on guard before contacting the outside world.

It's just that the tall man's figure just shrouded in front of her. However, Xianbei's shyness did not become superfluous. There was an existence that was more scorching and eroding than the headlights in the living room, and that was the gaze of the person who came.

Xianbei could clearly feel it, and it fell on her hair, calm, but quite powerful.

Whoops, her scalp is about to burn.

Explain your intentions!

What's the matter with her

Why haven't you spoken yet

Quick fight, okay

Xianbei was so anxious that she could only use her peripheral vision to peek at the parts she could reach, guessing Chen Zhuo's intentions.

In hand, nothing.

Body, home clothes.

The feet are slippers.

So, what are you doing with her

Just the next second she cried silently in her heart, the man had already opened his mouth and asked very bluntly: "Let's talk for a while?"

What are you talking about.

Are you talking about this time

Did he see something? To come and give her an answer and a statement.

this!

Life and death cannot be admitted! Senbei could only shake her head violently.

"Don't want to talk?" he asked again.

In the current situation, any question-based communication is persecution and pressure in the eyes of Senbei.

Can only nod, just want to escape back to the room. The five fingers were tightly strangled, touching the sweat in the palm of his hand.

Chen Zhuo still gave her a space: "For me, you nod or shake your head, is that okay?"

Alright, it's much easier without talking, accepting this proposal, Xianbei nodded.

"We live in a house..."

nod.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"..." Oh... nod.

"You can't be exactly like a stranger, you know?"

nod.

"If you have any opinion on me, you can directly mention it. If it is difficult to say, just write it down. Just like before, write a small note to me."

nod.

"Do you really have an opinion?" A surprised tone.

Shaking his head, shaking his head wildly, like a great enemy.

The man laughed: "No?"

Nod his head twice.

"Isn't it really, don't be embarrassed."

Still a positive attitude.

"Hey..." The person above his head suddenly let out a long sigh: "It's good to say it."

Xianbei was startled suddenly. Obviously such an understatement, but it hit her chest and forehead like a heavy hammer.

The ears were buzzing, and it took a long time for Xianbei to recover.

It was also because of this relaxation that she realized that her eyes were full of tears, her nose was sore, and her throat was more choked than ever.

Even opening his mouth, such a simple action, is powerless.

Xianbei didn't even dare to rub her eyes, for fear that the man would find out that she was about to cry because her chest was cramping.

She couldn't even look up at him, let alone have the qualifications to let him hear, to hear all the crazy and desperate cries in her heart, "I like you".

A crystal clear liquid dripped from the heart of Senbei's lowered face.

She could only watch.

sorry.

It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm so useless, others can convey you with a smile in their eyes, but I can only make you fall to the ground.

From the past to the present, it's always been like this, I'm always failing you, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.