"He Qing..."
Yan Rong stood up stiffly, looked down at the man's body on the ground, and then at He Qing behind Yan Ze.
He, too, has become a ghost
But just now, didn't he disappear? under the sun.
Yan Rong's thinking was already confused, with blood-red tears on his face, he walked towards the man in a daze, stretched out his hand, and touched his pale face.
"He Qing, He Qing, that's great, you're still here..."
He was crying and laughing, completely different from the playful look he used to be, hugging the man, his eyes were full of excitement and joy.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's me..."
Yan Rong muttered, but found that He Qing had no expression on his face, the expression on his face remained motionless, like a living corpse.
The smile on his face slowly froze.
"He Qing..." The pale hand fell on the man's pale face, Yan Rong managed to force a smile, "You, don't be angry with me, or you hit me, scold me, don't ignore me... "
But that person still didn't respond.
The bad premonition in Yan Rong's heart became more and more serious. He gently pushed He Qing, but did not get any response.
The man had a stiff face and didn't even look at Yan Rong in front of him, even though he was willing to give his life for this person.
"He Qing..." Yan Rong panicked. He hugged the man and called him with shaking hands, "Wake up, wake up..."
He Qing's beautiful eyes stared straight ahead without any reaction.
Yan Rong followed his gaze stiffly, and landed on Yan Ze.
The man was trying to wake up the people on the ground at this moment, completely unaware that there was a soul watching him quietly behind him.
Yan Rong watched Yan Ze get up in a panic, and he ran out of the corridor, so He Qing also turned pale, and followed him out of here.
In the office, Yan Rong seemed to be the only one left.
Why, He Qing followed Yan Ze...
—
Yan Ze firmly believed that it was Yan Rong's ghost who killed the man. After a short period of sadness, he rushed back home and stopped halfway through packing.
The He family has no other relatives, only He Qing, a single seedling. At this time, he suddenly died suddenly. What about the remaining property of the He family
The greed in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, Yan Ze slowly closed the suitcase in front of him.
His heart was beating fast, and his face was flushed with excitement.
The He family's company is much better than theirs.
He has been working in the company and knows everything about it, if he makes a move at this time...
He shook his hands excitedly and took out his mobile phone, "It's me, He Qing is dead, you immediately..."
After distributing the order to take advantage of the opportunity, Yan Ze looked nervously at the room where there was no one else but himself, seeing that there was no movement except the breeze blowing in through the window, he was relieved a little.
He went to rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find something, but he never knew that there was a pale man behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.
By the cabinet, Yan Rong was sitting on a chair, looking at Yan Ze with hatred.
He didn't know why He Qing followed Yan Ze, but he never believed it was because He Qing liked this person.
He Qingtao, the one I like is him.
Even now, looking at He Qing who can't react to him, Yan Rong's heart will still feel empty.
It never occurred to him that after his death filled with hatred, there would be such a person planning every possible way for his resurrection.
But now, this person has become a ghost, he is pale, unconscious, and will be out of his wits when exposed to the sun.
Yan Rong didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to follow the man and follow him to Yan's house.
With the sun, he pulled He Qing over and used his body to help him block it.
He lost his memory, no matter what the man did, he just let it go with a blank expression.
Yan Ze had no idea that there were two ghosts watching him quietly all the time. He nervously closed the doors and windows and turned on all the lights, thinking that it would be safe.
During this period, He Qing followed him all the time, keeping a distance of half a meter.
Yan Rong couldn't understand why He Qing followed Yan Ze even though the book said that souls follow corpses.
Yan Ze was going to take a bath, He Qing followed behind step by step with eyes open, Yan Rong frowned suddenly, and pulled him back.
Fortunately, He Qing wasn't very persistent, he wouldn't go in if he wasn't allowed to go in, and stood at the door, staring blankly inside.
"Ah Ching, can I call you Ah Ching..."
Yan Rong tentatively talked to him, but of course there was no response.
He didn't mind either, and continued with a wry smile, "Actually, I liked you the first time I saw you when I was in school. You looked like a little girl back then, and I just liked playing with little girls."
"Later, I found out that you were Yan Ze's friend. I was angry. You obviously didn't know anything, and you still felt betrayed. You were always looking for trouble and looking down on you. At that time, you were very troubled..."
Ghosts can't cry, but they can bleed. Yan Rong's eyes were bloodshot, and he said word by word, "If I had observed you carefully at that time, maybe things wouldn't be like this."
He Qing couldn't hear what he said.
Yan Rong continued to talk tirelessly, and at the end of the day, there were only three words, sorry.
"sorry Sorry… "
The door opened, and Yan Ze came out wrapped in a towel.
Yan Rong paused and looked over sullenly.
He knew that He Qing wanted him to be resurrected with the help of Yan Ze's body, even at the expense of his own life.
But when he was resurrected, he was alone.
I will never see He Qing again.
He grabbed the man's cold hand, but He Qing shook off his hand expressionlessly, and followed behind Yan Ze.
Only Yan Rong was left standing there in a daze.
My heart is sour and astringent, like I have everything, but also like I have nothing.
This lawless young master finally knew at this moment what it was really like to be abandoned.
No matter how uncomfortable it was, he still followed.
Seeing He Qing standing beside Yan Ze's bed, with a pair of beautiful eyes hanging down, as if looking at the person on the bed.
"Ah Qing, do you like him..."
Yan Rong forced a smile and tried to soften his voice, "Do you like him, so you follow?"
The book says that the soul will follow the corpse, and it will also follow the things that attract it.
He Qing used his own blood to lure Yan Rong's soul away, so what about himself
Yan Rong doesn't believe that people like Yan Ze can attract men, but apart from this answer, there is no other reason.
"It doesn't matter… "
The bitterness in his heart was like a pot of thick Chinese medicine, Yan Rong still tried to smile, and said softly, "I don't want to become a human anymore, just follow you and look at you all the time, do you think it's okay?"
Whether it's guilt or Ah Qing, Yan Rong himself can't figure it out.
But he knew that he wanted to look at He Qing, even if he was unconscious and didn't know who he was.
He wanted to follow him and help him shade the sun.
Seeing that the man was still standing in a daze, Yan Rong stepped forward and pulled him to sit down, "Come on, take a rest."
Ghosts don't feel sleepy, 24 hours a day is really 24 hours for them.
Yan Rong used to think it was too boring, but now he looked at He Qing without blinking, and those restless emotions seemed to have disappeared.
The man has no thinking now, there is only one consciousness left in his mind, following this person, he has his own things.
He couldn't remember exactly what it was and where it was placed.
When the morning sun came in, Yan Rong pulled the man who didn't know how to avoid it to hide in the corner, blocking the light with his body.
Yan Rong was a head taller than He Qing. When he stood in front of him and looked down, what he saw were his beautiful eyes. The curled eyelashes did not even move, like a carved portrait. generally.
Beauty, but lifeless.
He lowered his head by accident, and dropped a kiss on that white and cold cheek.
"Ah Ching..."
He murmured, "Since when did you fall in love with me?"
Or in other words, since when did you start avoiding him
He Qing's eyelashes trembled, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.
"Okay, okay, I see."
"I'm going to the funeral."
Yan Ze hung up the phone with an obviously dazed expression.
It seemed that he only realized now that He Qing died just like that.
The person who had been chasing after high school had died just like that.
In particular, he most likely did it to protect himself from Yan Rong...
Yan Ze sat on the bed shaking his hands, his mind went blank and he didn't know what to do.
When he saw a group photo on the table, he was frightened and held it back.
That photo was a photo of him and He Qing, and he kept it very carefully, thinking that one day he would invite him to his home so that he could take a good look at his sincerity.
But at this moment, after the person in the photo died, it became horrifying again.
Since Yan Rong can become a ghost, what about Ah Qing
Will he, too, become a ghost
The more he thought about it, the more goosebumps he got all over his body, he quickly huddled under the quilt and went to sleep without turning off the lights all night.
Yan Rong sat beside the man, looked at Yan Ze's appearance, and snorted coldly, "It's a guilty conscience."
When he saw the figure beside him, his eyes were full of tenderness again.
[Ding! Yan Rong Favor: 99]
He Qing blinked lightly, [Get it done right now, this task is really exciting.]
Thinking about it, his eyes passed Yan Rong somewhere beside him as if unintentionally, with some regret, [It's a pity, tsk tsk.]
The system didn't know what he was regretting, and didn't bother to care about it, [Please pay attention to the host, you still have two days to live.]
A ghost usually lives for three days and then disperses.
Of course, it's different for people like Yan Rong who are raised by others.
Yan Rong has been by He Qing's side all the time, seeing his pale face following Yan Ze's after he is clearly unconscious, his heart is full of pain.
Wait until the third day, the day when he should enter Yan Ze's body.
The ghost looked at Yan Ze who was humming and shaving, and walked towards him.
He Qing looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, with no emotion in his eyes.
Yan Ze has had a good life recently, Yan Rong has never appeared again, although He Qing left a will to donate all his property, he also made a lot of money from it, and now the old man is going to burp right away, the He family, soon He's all alone.
This is exactly what he has been planning, shouldn't he be happy
After shaving, he suddenly thought of something, frowned and took out an old book from under the cabinet.
This book was left by the celestial master who went to He Qing's house to exorcise ghosts that day. Originally, he sold it to Yan Ze for 80,000 yuan, but Yan Rong was so frightened that he turned around and left, so the book was kept.
After he picked it up, he looked at it a few times, and he didn't think it was interesting, so he didn't move it. The past few days have been calm, and the book can be thrown away.
As he was thinking, he was about to open the book, but a strong attack came from behind him. A cold hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Well-"
Yan Ze opened his eyes wide in horror, waving his hands desperately.
He was obviously being strangled, but there was no one in front of him.
It's Yan Rong!
These words flashed in his mind like lightning, Yan Ze struggled desperately, trying to escape.
"Yan, Yan Rong...let me go..."
Just after saying this, Yan Ze slammed into the wall like thrown garbage, coughing in embarrassment, and slid down the wall.
As soon as he landed, Yan Ze huddled in the corner, staring at the empty surroundings, his face was full of tears.
He screamed almost crazily, "Didn't you kill He Qing already! Why are you looking for me!"
"Didn't I say it! He killed you, not me, not me..."
As he spoke, he picked up the book and waved it in the air, trying to drive away the ghost.
Yan Rong's cold hands seemed to be playing tricks on him.
He grabbed his neck and let go before he was about to suffocate.
Repeatedly, the familiar smell of urine once again filled the whole room, Yan Ze tremblingly begged for mercy, "Please let me go, please..."
"I'll burn incense for you, I'll give you whatever you want, please..."
But these words were useless to the ghost, the surrounding chairs floated out of thin air, as if someone was grabbing them, and threw them on him.
Yan Ze screamed and dodged, trying to escape but was grabbed back.
In the end, he was completely desperate.
Seeing that he was about to be played to death, Yan Ze suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he opened the book in his hand with trembling hands.
Ghosts are afraid of the sun.
Ghosts are afraid of light!
He desperately rushed towards the curtains and pulled them open. The sun shone in every corner of the room, and the invisible attack really stopped.
Yan Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to run out in the sun.
But he didn't know that the sunlight had no effect on Yan Rong at all. The reason why he didn't do anything again was because he wanted to protect the people behind him.
As if holding the most cherished treasure, Yan Rong hugged He Qing, coaxing softly, "Don't be afraid, it's fine..."
"I will protect you, don't be afraid."
He took the hand of the expressionless man and led him to a place where the sun couldn't shine. He was about to close the curtains when Yan Ze came back.
His face was full of madness after the shock, and he held cooking oil in his left hand and poured it into the room desperately.
"Burn, burn you to death!"
Since he can burn Yan Rong to death once, he can definitely burn Yan Rong to death a second time!
The flames soared into the air.
With the spread of the oil, this time quickly filled the room with fire.
Yan Ze's face was full of madness, he smiled wildly, and laughed at the sunshine in the room, "Come out, can you come out!!"
A pair of cold hands landed on his neck, and the smile on Yan Ze's face froze completely.
"ah-"
He was pulled in and fell onto the burning oil, screaming and rolling all over his body soon after being burned.
"Help, help—"
Yan Ze yelled desperately, but no one could hear him.
He finally felt the feeling of being burned alive.
Yan Ze died.
Yan Rong stood beside him, watching that he no longer twitched or shouted, just like his corpse, it was charred black.
Originally, this was the resurrection opportunity that He Qing had prepared for him.
But he was resurrected, what should He Qing do
"Ah Qing..." In the flames, Yan Rong took the man's hand and said softly, "I'll be with you all the time, okay?"
He Qing walked forward with a blank face, Yan Rong was afraid that he would touch the sun, so he quickly pulled him back.
"Do you want to see Yan Ze? He's dead."
"Don't be angry." Yan Rong embraced the man with one hand, whispering like a sympathizer, "Didn't I say it before? Let's be ghost lovers, okay?"
"I can wait until you recover your memory, wait until you can accept my apology, forgive me..."
Yan Rong, who personally killed the chance of resurrection, was smiling. He put the man's slender hand on his lips, and pecked gently.
He Qing didn't look at him at all, and walked forward persistently with his legs. Yan Rong looked sad, and protected him from being exposed to the sun, and came to the bedside.
The man who had always followed Yan Ze with a blank face bent down stiffly, stroking his hands on the side of the bed, his face was blank, but his hands were eager.
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, don't worry."
Yan Rong didn't know what was wrong with him, he grabbed his hand in his arms like coaxing a child, and his eyes fell on the side of the bed in doubt.
After a while, he dragged out a paper bag, which contained a black notebook.
The name is written squarely on it: He Qing.
This is his thing
Why is Yan Ze here
The man who hadn't responded all this time looked straight at the notebook, and stretched out his hand stiffly, wanting to take it.
It turned out that he had been following Yan Ze not because of him, but because of this notebook.
Exactly, what's inside.
Yan Rong opened the first page.
Inside, there is only one sentence.
[What to do, I seem to like a man, his name is Yan Rong.]
No date, no time, just this short sentence.
Yan Rong continued to scroll down with trembling hands.
[He is a very nice person, always smiling, always caring about others, if I can be friends with him, it would be great...]
— That is Yan Zefa, tsk, looks like a bitch.
[He likes to play ball very much, and I also learned to play, but I can't play well, and I was laughed at by him, which made me a little sad.]
—Can you play ball? You! Hahaha look at him.
[Does he hate me because of my looks?]
[He said that I laughed like a girl, he hated me like this.]
No, it is not.
Yan Ronghong's eyes were red, and his fingers were so hard that they turned white.
[If I try not to smile in the future, will he have a little affection for me?]
The cold Mr. He who saw him always restrain his smile, so he thought so.
[Yan Ze said that he has a girlfriend, and he was depressed. I don't know why I want to find him. He said that he hates men like me the most.]
[He said, seeing me makes me uncomfortable.]
[He said he wanted me to go.]
[Then, he left.]
[I went abroad and never came back.]
Not like this, not like this...
Yan Rong knelt on the ground, drops of blood-red tears fell on the ground, and soon disappeared.
It turned out that it was him...
The person He Qing likes is him...
A pair of pale and cold hands reached out, persistently trying to snatch the notebook from the ghost's arms.
It has no memory, no consciousness, but subconsciously feels that this is something very important to itself.
It seems that I have been looking for this thing for a long time.
Yan Rong let go of it in a daze, watching it hug the book, and for the first time showed a look on his face, a small, satisfied smile.
His eyes were bright, and he walked towards the sun.
"No-"
The moment it came into contact with the sun, the book fell to the ground and the man disappeared.
"Don't, don't—" Yan Rong knelt and crawled over, groping the ground with his hands, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing, come out..."
"I just found out, I just found out..."
"Ah Qing—"
Surrounded by raging flames, he knelt in the middle, his face covered with blood and tears.
[Ding! Yan Rong's favorability: 100, please leave the host world, the next world, the vacation world.]
Yan's house was burnt to the ground, and Mr. Yan lost his last son. Not only was he not sad, but he even clapped his hands in congratulations at the hospital.
He didn't dispose of the abandoned building, he just left it alone.
After many years, the Yan family has long since ceased to exist, and finally someone stepped into this building.
There were ruins and dust everywhere. He looked at a book on the ground and walked over strangely.
Why is this book so clean
Open the first page.
There are no ghosts in the world
Is it the core values of scientism
In the corner, Yan Rong was holding a black notebook, leaning against the corner, staring blankly at the sun outside with a pair of red eyes.
According to the book, ghosts can only live for three days.
He was replaced by He Qing, so the man who loved him died.
That, the man he loved, was dead.
Yan Rong is not a ghost, not a person, not afraid of sunlight, and does not need sleep.
So, even if he wanted to die, he couldn't.
Like a stiff and rotting corpse, it stared blankly at the sun all day long.
The smell of sunshine is regret...
—
"What are you doing so early in the morning?"
He Qing rolled over and got out of bed, and when someone asked him, he confidently picked up the flower in his hand and showed it to his dormmates, with a big smile on his face, "Confession!"
Seeing the young master rushing out in a hurry, before leaving, he thought he was handsome and compared his heart, the roommate turned over with a horrible face and planned to continue sleeping.
He Qing, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good grades, good-natured personality, apart from being shorter, fairer, and tender, she has no other shortcomings.
It stands to reason that such a person should be a campus hero even if he is not a campus hero, but he is not very popular among women.
At first, it was beautiful.
Things started to go wrong after He Qing fell in love with a senior at first sight.
He has good looks, good clothes, and a sincere attitude. After hanging around for a few days, the senior sister happily agreed.
Originally thought that a very beautiful sister-brother relationship was about to be staged, but on the third day, the senior sister announced their breakup and severely criticized He Qing in public.
It's all his fault to be blunt! Rogue! Pervert!
He Qing came back in a daze that day, and the roommates couldn't bear to see him like this, so they kindly asked him what mistake he had made, and asked if they could help him find a way to remedy it.
"I don't know. I was fine just now, but suddenly I turned my face..." He Qing drank beer and cried wildly.
The roommates were in a hurry to appease him, thinking that he was emotionally hurt this time, and my brothers will take care of him more in the future, and if it still doesn't work, go to the school's psychiatrist.
The next day, under everyone's worried eyes, He Qing went out to class with his head down listlessly, and came back happily in the afternoon.
The joy on his face was like a puppy who got a bone, and his roommate asked him, "What's wrong? Is something good?"
"Is the senior sister not angry anymore?"
"No!" He Qing laughed with a dimple, and announced happily, "I have someone I like!"
The roommates looked at each other, and the scene fell into embarrassment for a while.
It seems that when school just started a few days ago, He Qing went out for a trip and came back with such an opening remark.
In the end, it was the boss of the dormitory who asked, "Qing, who do you like?"
"She's from our class. She's so pretty. I fell in love with her at first sight!"
The bedroom fell silent again.
A few days ago, He Qing seemed to say the same thing when he liked senior sister.
Everyone remained dazed, looking at He Qing like a hardworking bee, happily flipping through his wallet to buy gifts to confess his love.
Before leaving, he compared his heart, "Everyone is waiting for my good news, and I will treat you to dinner!"
The next day, he happily invited everyone in the dormitory to dinner.
On the third day, when everyone sat drinking together, He Qing cried with a white and tender face and tears in his eyes, "Why, why did she break up with me..."
"Woooooooooo what did I do wrong..."
"Qing, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower, come, drink and drink."
Everyone thought it was just an accident, but as time went by, they accepted He Qing's premature love failure again and again from surprise to calm.
He is sincere to every relationship, buys this and that for girls excitedly, and carries a bag to accompany him shopping, he can be called a super good boyfriend.
But every relationship ends without a disease.
If he meets a money-worshiping girl, it may last for a long time, but unfortunately, He Qing has such good eyesight, every time he falls in love with a girl, he treats money like dirt, so every time he breaks up, he has to be smashed in the face by the things he bought.
"Who cares about your money! Break up!"
Every time He Qing came back with a sad face, the oldest roommate in the Northeast sighed and took out the medicinal wine and handed it to him, "Qing, don't worry about it, now everyone says you are a fool."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
This sentence was said by He Qing last week.
And now, before five o'clock in the morning, their roommate, the young master who grew up in the sugar bowl, went to confess his love again excitedly.
Go, go, anyway, he will definitely not succeed.
Now it is said on campus that He Qing is a philandering scumbag, who will agree to him when he sees one and loves the other. The last time the school bully girl probably never gossips before, so He Qing took advantage of it.
This time, he might not be so lucky.
——
He Qing fell in love with a girl.
That girl is not the same as his previous favorite type.
She is a little dark and a little tall, with a neat short haircut. Although her facial features are sharp and masculine, when she smiles, it makes He Qing feel like a flower is blooming. It's okay to be tall, anyway, his mother said he It will grow taller, and when the two of them stand together, how right they are.
It was purely a coincidence that He Qing fell in love with this girl. One morning, he was woken up by urinating and wanted to go to the bathroom in a daze, but the water in the dormitory was cut off.
So I had no choice but to put on my clothes and planned to go to the teaching building, but on the way, I ran into this black girl.
It is said to be black, but it is actually more wheat-colored, but He Qing didn't ask for a name, and a black girl is better than a wheat girl.
She was well-proportioned, wearing a pink coat, and was running on the track at a leisurely pace, and happened to run to He Qing's side.
Wearing earphones, the black girl inadvertently raised her eyes to meet He Qing's. Just this one glance made him feel in love.
He stood on the side of the runway stupidly watching, seeing the girl running around and around, he didn't have the nerve to ask for a phone call.
In the end, the almost exploding bladder drove him to the teaching building.
When she came out, the girl was gone.
Having solved his physical problems, the boy with an empty stomach stood in a daze on the playground, rubbed his stomach and went to the cafeteria.
Then, today, he was well prepared, holding a bouquet of flowers, and rushed upstairs excitedly.
The black girl was indeed running, lap after lap.
He Qing pursed his lips in embarrassment, and moved over in small steps. Under the suspicious gaze of the girl, he passed the flower over, and said in a low voice, "I like you, can we be together?"
The girl took off the earphones, revealing a magnetic and pleasant male voice, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"
The boy was dumbfounded.
He stood in a daze, watching the big brother take the rose curiously, lowered his head and smelled it, "Give it to me?"
"I, I see that you are too tired from running, so... I will send you flowers to make tea..."
He Qing moved the corner of his mouth stiffly, "Well, brother, I'm leaving first, you come on, run slowly."
Zuo Feng looked at the fair-looking young man running away as if being chased by a ghost with amused expression, and looked down at the flower in his hand.
rose Tea? Thankfully he figured it out.
Putting the flowers on a branch, he put on his earphones and continued to run.
She shouldn't be wearing the clothes given by that girl Zuo Xue, and being treated as a girl again.
Zuo Feng wasn't angry either, he was used to it anyway.
He was handsome since he was a child, and he was always dressed as a girl to go out to play when he was a child. He thought it would be better when he grew up, but he didn't expect that his facial features were still biased towards girls, and they were still pretty.
Coupled with his good figure, even if he wears men's clothing and men's shoes, he is always mistaken for a woman, and has been confessed countless times by men since he was a child.
For people like He Qing, all they need to do is to open their mouths and show their voice.
However, this child is quite funny, and he also makes scented tea.
[Ding! Zuo Feng's favorability: 10, please continue to work hard, okay?]
The young man opened the door with a dazed expression, and sat on the boss's bed. The man from the Northeast, who was hiding under the covers in the morning and watching, was almost not frightened, and lifted the covers to look over.
"Brother..." He Qing pursed his lips aggrievedly, "I'm broken in love again..."
The boss paused the phone, and comforted him as usual, "It's okay, there are thousands of girls in the world, if we can't do it, we can find them again!"
It's okay not to mention girls, but when it comes to girls, the grievances in the young man's heart can be called thousands of grievances!
With a sad face, he said, "He's a man..."
"What the hell???"
Another week later, seeing the boy rushing over to announce that he has a girl he likes, and going out to buy gifts with his wallet, this Northeast guy who has been worried for a week is finally relieved.
It's fine if you don't bend, it's fine if you don't bend.
By the lakeside of the school, a young man shyly held flowers and came to the long-haired girl who was sketching.
She is drawing the back of a girl, which seems to be half done.
This time He Qing was very vigilant, "Well, hello..."
The girl turned around, showed a pretty face, and responded with a polite smile, "Hello."
He Qing heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the clear and pleasant girl's voice, he was overshadowed last time.
He handed the flowers forward cautiously, "I like you, can we be together?"
There was a trace of surprise in the girl's eyes, He Qing watched her reaction nervously, her little heart was beating thumpingly.
He thought, this is the heartbeat of love!
Zuo Feng, who was being asked by his sister to be a model, pulled the wig off his head and stood up frowning.
Want to chase his sister? He wants to see who it is...
Then, he met the boy's eyes full of horror.
Black, black girl!