A gust of wind blew by, bringing a faint smell of alcohol on his body... Luo Xiaoberry backed up unconsciously, bumping into the cold and stiff tree trunk.
"Minho...you...you're drunk!" Luo Xiaoberry sensed the dangerous message, and the scene in the study that night flashed in her mind. She stretched out her hand and pressed it against his chest desperately, trying to push him away, but Li Minhao grabbed her hand tightly.
"Am I drunk?" Li Minhao twitched the corners of his mouth with some difficulty, and a sore spot flashed in his deep eyes, "I really hope that I'm drunk... If all this is a dream, it will be fine."
"I don't understand what you're talking about. Let's go back quickly!" Luo Xiaoberry huddled nervously, trying to break free from his embrace, but Li Minhao pressed his whole body on top of her.
His body was so hot that even Luo Xiaoberry was sweating. She said incoherently, "Minho, stop making trouble! Here... this is the school, what if someone comes over?"
Li Minhao looked calm, looked at her panicked big eyes for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Little Berry, you seem to be... afraid of me?"
"..." Luo Xiaoberry frowned tightly, and looked away a little uneasily. For this question, she had no way to say "no" against her will.
"You... are my girlfriend." Li Minho stretched out his hand, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him, "Could it be, can't I kiss you?"
Hearing these words, Luo Xiaoberry's heart beat violently, as if she had just finished a long-distance run and felt a little painful. The little heart is full of tension, anxiety... and rejection.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Lee Min Ho raised her chin a little bit, and then lowered his head towards her bit by bit...
Luo Xiaoberry tightly closed her eyes, all the features on her face were squeezed together, and her mouth was pursed into a straight line. She kept saying to herself: She owes him everything, it's a big deal... Let's pay him back for saving his life!
She didn't know that with her current appearance, she looked exactly like a martyr who was about to die, with a face full of death.
Li Minhao's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and finally stopped at a distance of 0.0001 cm from her: "You... just hate me kissing you so much?"
Luo Xiaoberry slowly opened her eyes. In her hazy vision, she saw Li Minhao's eyes, which were close at hand, filled with deep sadness.
"Minho, I..." She didn't know what to say, because she didn't even know what happened to her. For the past few years, she had fantasized about being his bride one day, giving him her first kiss.
Really, at that time in her world, there was only that boy named Lee Min Ho. But once upon a time, just before they knew it, everything changed quietly.
By the time she realized it, the distance between them had grown farther and farther. Perhaps Li Minhao talked too much, that entrance examination left an indelible scar in her heart.
Before that exam, she gave him unreservedly and trusted him unreservedly, but when she realized that he didn't treat her like this, her heart ached to burst.
Can a broken heart be put together again? Some things, once they happen, cannot be treated as if they never happened...