The girl's tone was natural and understated, but it made Jun Han's heart beat faster.
Not the heartbeat of love.
Using his poor vocabulary to describe, the most intuitive feeling is:
Be gentle.
Jun Han suddenly understood why so many people liked Xiangyi.
The so-called popularity of the audience is not metaphysics, it's just because of that person's unique charisma.
…
…
In the bathroom.
Xu Tumi sat on the ground, tremblingly scrolling through the phone screen.
She lived until the age of 22, and she has always been the existence of the stars, living a smooth and peaceful life, and everything is going well.
Even when she entered the entertainment industry, everything went smoothly, and her fans treated her like a princess.
This is the first time that she has come into contact with more terrifying online violence than scolding 'baldy'.
—[Who told you to wear so little, you deserve it]
— [You won't be really attracted by that, will you? Tsk tsk, so dirty]
—[Why don't you pick someone else, but you? There must be a reason]
—[I really can't understand your aggrieved expression, the other party didn't succeed, you must be very sorry]
—[Wow, Xu Tumi, you are still in the mood to eat. If I were you, I would wish I could bathe in the bathtub ten times!]
…
Through the screen, she didn't know who it was, but she could feel the malice coming to her face.
The more he saw, the redder Xu Tumi's eyes became.
Really... is it her fault
Because she wears less, because she has problems, because she is not a perfect victim, so this kind of thing happens...
"Boom boom."
The door was knocked.
Immediately afterwards, Xiangyi's gentle inquiry came, "Xu Tumi, are you okay?"
brush-
Xu Tumi covered her mouth, tears rolling down her face.
The back of the hand is so hot that it hurts.
She choked and said, "You, don't come in, I'm just going to the toilet."
As she spoke, she pressed the faucet switch in a deceptive manner, and the sound of dripping water sounded.
Xiangyi was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Well, if I don't go in, I'll be outside the door. I can chat with you, or I can keep silent."
When Xu Tumi heard the sound from behind the door, it seemed that Xiangyi had sat down.
A door separates two people.
At a very close distance, one spoke clumsily and the other spoke softly without piercing through.
"I just want to tell you that I am here."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Tumi couldn't help crying, "Wow, you're so annoying! I hate you so much, Xiangyi!!"
"Then... I'm sorry." Xiangyi was a little at a loss, "I just think that when I'm sad, I'll be even more sad if I don't have anyone by my side."
Because she had experienced it, she didn't want Xu Tumi to experience it again.
"If you don't like it, I'm leaving now. I put the tissue box and blanket here. If you need it, you can open the door to get it. I won't let others disturb you..."
Before the words were finished, Xu Tumi opened the door, crying fiercely and embarrassingly: "You, you are not allowed to leave!"
Xiangyi said softly, "Okay, I won't go."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this..." Xu Tumi cries so that the tip of the nose turns red, "What I hate is the chicken soup that that surnamed Bai mentioned, and I also hate myself who can only cry..."
"I don't like his chicken soup, so would you like another bowl of mine?" Xiangyi frowned.
Xu Tumi pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders from crying: "He has touched it, polluting that pot of chicken soup!!"
Xiangyi: "It doesn't matter, there is still half the pot. I'll get you a spoon, and you drink from the pot?"
"..." Xu Tumi suddenly felt much better.