Tang Rou's beauty and charm at this moment could make any man's heart beat more than twice as fast. But Han Xiaohan didn't do that. It's not that he wasn't a man, but he didn't have that intention.
Han Xiaohan ignored the beauty in front of him and was completely unaware of her provocative hints. He unbuttoned his shirt and took out the package with the organic diagram from his arms. He handed it to Tang Rou. Just as he was about to speak, he tilted his head back, his eyes closed, and his breathing was erratic. He said something that almost made Tang Rou vomit blood: "Xiaorou, what's wrong with you?" Tang Rou was so scared that she almost bit her tongue. She opened her eyes and stared at Han Xiaohan who was looking at her with concern. She didn't know whether to scold him or laugh at him.
Alas, you are the dumbest idiot in the world! Tang Rou sighed, shook her head and said sullenly: I am not feeling unwell
That's good. I thought I hurt you just now. Han Xiaohan handed the package forward again and said, "I need you to keep this for me for a few days. Is that okay?"
What is this? Tang Rou looked at the mysterious package in his hand and asked in doubt.
What on earth is this? Why are you so secretive? Tang Rou took the package and curiously wanted to open it to see what was inside. Han Xiaohan held down her restless little hand.
Gently shook his head, saying, "Don't look at it, and don't know too much, it will only harm you." As he said this, his eyes dimmed and he said quietly, "Believe me, I
I will never hurt you
Tang Rou suddenly felt that his tone was not right. After thinking carefully about what he had just said, she suddenly asked in surprise, "Are you leaving?"
Han Xiaohan frowned and sighed. He said, "Yes, I may be away for two days."
Where are we going? How long will it take? Tang Rou subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, her fresh, delicate and beautiful face full of reluctance to leave.
Maybe one or two days. Maybe one or two months. Maybe even longer. Han Xiaohan didn't know how many masters the Heavenly Court had in Nanjing. He didn't know if he could...
He didn't even know if he came back alive. How could he give Tang Rou an accurate answer
Please don't leave. Although she didn't know what he was going to do, Tang Rou felt a sudden pain in her heart, as if she would never see him again.
It seems like they will never come back.
There is something very important that I must do. Han Xiaohan shook his head indifferently, turned around, walked to the window, and looked out into the distance. The sun was setting in the west.
Blood-red clouds rose. Darkness was about to descend upon this world again. He didn't want to look at Tang Rou any more, and he didn't dare to. He was afraid that her charming beauty would make him lose himself.
I opened the window without looking back. I said firmly: I'm leaving. Xiaorou, don't forget what I just said. You haven't seen me for three days. Call me quickly.
Your phone number.
You will come back, right? Tang Rou's little heart could not hold anything else. She only had eyes for one person, Han Xiaohan.
Han Xiaohan paused, but in the end, he didn't look back. He whistled softly, stomped his foot on the ground, and flew out of the window.
When Tang Rou chased him to the window sill, there was no trace of him outside. You, why don't you answer me! Tang Rou held onto the window frame and stared into the distance, muttering in her heart.
Han Xiaohan left the school, not daring to delay for a moment, and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of Tang Rou's pitiful expression and the lonely figure from his mind.
Unfortunately, emotions cannot be shaken off by mechanical movements. He raised his head and let out a long breath. He concentrated his mind and thought: