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Yang Zimei's body was tense because of tension, she was a little longing, but also a little looking forward to something...
Long Zhutian put his arms around her tight shoulders, looked at her beautiful face like a shy water lotus, and really wanted to...
However, she is only fifteen years old!
He couldn't let her hesitate and feel uneasy prematurely.
He let go of his hand, got off the bed, and said to her, "Go to sleep, I'll watch you."
The tension was relieved in an instant, Yang Zimei let out a deep breath, not daring to look at Long Zhutian again, lay down, hugged the quilt, and closed his eyes.
But, under Long Zhutian's watchful eyes, how could she sleep well!
That little heart was beating wildly like the fabled deer bumping, almost jumping out of the chest cavity.
She tried her best to enter the state of meditation by watching her eyes, nose, nose, nose and heart, but she couldn't enter it no matter what.
This damned Long Zhutian really ruined her practice and made her feel no peace.
When she was cursing him in her heart, suddenly, he hummed a song...
She couldn't understand the lyrics at all, it seemed to be a very strange language, but the rhythm of the tone was very soothing and pleasant, which gradually cleared her disturbed heart, like blowing the cool air in the autumn field. The cool wind made her gradually fall asleep...
When I woke up, there was no one in the room.
He left without saying goodbye!
She lowered her head and touched her neck, and the mahogany sign was gone.
There was a note on the table, she quickly picked it up to read—
His writing is like his person, like an ancient sword out of its sheath, thick, powerful, cold and sharp...
"Sister, I have been watching over you, and the wooden sign has not changed on you."
Looking at the line on the note, Yang Zimei fell into deep thought again.
Perhaps, the wooden sign only reacted to him
As he said, it was meant to be his
What is the connection between them
I don't know if Min Yulin would have any reaction when he usually wears the jade plaque, or, for him, is it just a mascot
She looked out the pale window, got up, but saw Long Zhutian's black nightgown folded beside her, her heart fluttered slightly.
She picked up the nightgown, and there was still the familiar, faint smell of rosin on his body...
Thinking of how he wore this nightgown last night, the roots of her ears turned red again, and she couldn't help lowering her head and sniffing...
"Niu Niu, come over to the shop quickly!"
She had just finished breakfast and was getting ready for school when she received a call from her father.
"Dad, what happened?"
"Niu Niu, our shop has been completely renovated! Bald head Guang and a group of people kneeled in front of me, begging for my forgiveness! What's going on? Did you do anything to them?" Yang Qing asked nervously.
"Dad, I didn't do anything. I just wanted to let them know that we are not so easily bullied." Yang Zimei said lightly, "Since they have all apologized, then you can let them go."
"Niu Niu, it's better for you to come, your mother will be frightened." Yang Qing said.
"All right."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Zimei asked grandma to send Yang Zixi to school, and then quickly ran to the shop by herself.
I saw a street in front of the shop, with hundreds of people kneeling in the dark, and the people around the shop wanted to watch but didn't dare, so they poked their heads out of curiosity and whispered to the people next to them.
In front of the shop, Mom and Dad looked nervous and uneasy.
They are all kind citizens, where have they seen such a big apology
Moreover, the person apologizing is Street Fighter, they are really worried!
Yang Zimei walked straight over—
When Bald Guang and the others saw her, their eyes flickered unconsciously with fear, and their kneeling posture corrected...