His accent, deliberately falling on the words "elsewhere", makes people imagine.
Lan Feifei blushed, and pinched his arm fiercely: "Be serious!"
While talking, she was chasing He Chaoran to fight...
He Chaoran quickly covered his clothes with his hands, and begged for mercy: "Don't beat me, don't beat me, don't break my clothes! If you want to beat me, at least wait until I take off my clothes!"
Take off your clothes and call again? Why is this sentence so intriguing
Three black lines appeared on Lan Feifei's forehead: He Chaoran, the super idol of the college, is even more funny and wu...
At this moment, He Chaoran accidentally bumped into a row of ready-made clothes, and fell to the ground. The clothes on the hanger wobbled and fell down, making a rustling sound...
Fortunately, with those clothes as a buffer, he didn't suffer any injuries, but he still pretended to be in unbearable pain on the surface.
"Oh, my head hurts so much! Is it going to have a concussion!" He frowned, rubbing the back of his head, and a narrow smile flashed across his faint eyes.
"No way! You... don't scare me..." Lan Feifei's expression changed suddenly, she quickly stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, "Look, what is this?"
He Chaoran's eyes narrowed slightly, with a blank look on his face: "It seems to be five?"
Lan Feifei's face became even uglier, and she continued to ask eagerly: "Think about it quickly, how much does one plus one equal?"
"One plus one equals... one?" He Chaoran's expression became even more bewildered, "By the way, it may also be equal to zero..."
It seems that this brain is really broken... The corner of Lan Feifei's mouth has already started to twitch. The competition will start in a few days, so she has to be sent to the hospital for treatment!
So, she slowly bent down and stretched out her hand towards him: "Get up, I'll call a car to take you to the hospital!"
He Chaoran stretched out his hand with great effort, and slowly and slowly touched her fingertips. The afternoon sun shone through the gap in the curtains into the dressing room, casting a halo of light on his fingertips.
Just when Lan Feifei was about to reach out to pull him up, she suddenly found that He Chaoran's hand tightened, pulling her down.
She fell to the ground -- or, to be more precise, on top of him -- defenseless.
"Ah, it hurts!" He Chaoran groaned again, but there was an unconcealable smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lan Feifei quickly raised her head from his chest, looked at the smile on his mouth, and finally realized that she had been tricked from beginning to end!
"He Chaoran!" She squeezed these three words out between her teeth angrily, riding on him and slapped him with fists and legs, "How dare you play me!"
He Chaoran half-covered his eyes with his hands, and smiled brighter than the sunlight in the room: "Hahahaha, who made you stupid! It's so easy to deceive..."
He just lay on the ground and let her hit her, because her fists and legs were like tickling to him.
At this moment, the door of the locker room opened suddenly. Hou Xiaoting held pearl milk tea in one hand and a bunch of skewers in the other, eating deliciously...
When she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned: "Tian Lalu, what are you two... doing?"