Along the way, he walked very fast, completely unaware of someone following him behind him.

Until, she suddenly jumped in front of him and yelled at him angrily.

"Yan Chengchi, I like you, why can't you like me too?" She stared at him fiercely with a trace of anger on her white face.

"..." He suffocated, and faced her questioning, he just stood stubbornly.

Then, the roommate's booing.

At the back, everyone around started to booze.

The moment she saw her move the small bench, there was only a blank in his mind.

When she stood in front of him, he only felt that his heartbeat was beating faster than at any moment in his life, and was about to exceed his load.

He could smell the faint fragrance of her, like the most dangerous poison, making him addicted to the touch.

In the dim light, his neck slowly turned red, and then his face...

He even felt that he was going to burn.

Just when she was about to kiss him, his eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

Immediately, he took a step back, avoiding her kiss.

The next second, turn around and leave.

The footsteps are fast and messy, almost fleeing.

That night, he ran to the playground alone, around the playground, ran lap after lap.

The moment she was so tired that she was paralyzed on the ground, her smiles and smiles clearly reflected in his mind.

She asked him why he couldn't like her, but she didn't know that he had fallen long ago...

-

"Thank you." Seeing that he did not move, Xia Changyue reached out to take the handkerchief, but Yan Chengchi did not let go.

His scorching gaze stared firmly at her cherry lips.

As if caught in some devil, stubbornly wiped her mouth, making her gentle.

To Xia Changyue's stunned gaze, he seemed to suddenly realize what he had done. The next second, he suddenly let go, threw the handkerchief on the table, and turned away.

"..." Xia Changyue stared at his tall figure blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

It's like the scene four years ago, back to the front again.

Looking at the back of him leaving, she took out her notebook and wrote: The thirty-second confession failed...

Imagine when will he agree to be with her?

But that time, it was the last time she confessed to him...

Xia Changyue recovered, got up and settled quickly, and chased it out.

When I reached the side of the road, I saw Yan Chengchi's tall figure leaning against the front of the car, smoking a cigarette indifferently.

Under the street lamp, the orange light seemed to cast a layer of holy light on him, noble, unruly, and invincible.

The faint smoke hovered around his face, drawing his enchanting features deeper and deeper.

The coquettish Zitong stared in her direction like a falcon, the dim light in her eyes was vague.

He did not leave her behind.

Xia Changyue warmed his heart suddenly, and ran towards him in small steps.

Yan Chengchi glanced at her, opened the car door first, and got into the car.

Xia Changyue was only slightly startled, and soon followed him in.

As she was about to wear her seat belt, a shadow suddenly pressed down in front of her eyes, and her hands were buckled by Yan Chengchi and pressed over her head.

His enchanting face, magnified before her eyes, just above the tip of her nose.

She could clearly feel the heat gushing on her face with every breath he took.

She was so nervous that she held her breath.

"Xia Changyue, if you are in love, why not keep in love!"