In the half-dark alley, a tall black shadow shrouded her from behind without any warning, and the boy's arms tightly hugged her slender and petite body.

Li Xingchen was suddenly startled and his eyes widened in fear.

The next moment she was about to struggle, the unique and long-lost familiar smell of a boy surrounded her, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol.

Li Xingchen's raised hand froze and stopped moving. The panic and fear that had not yet risen also disappeared, and his mood suddenly became complicated and confusing.

He drank, seemed to drink a lot.

The temperature at night dropped lower and lower due to the cold wind, but his body was frighteningly hot.

Jiang Cong hugged her tightly, his head buried in her neck, his breathing was a little heavy, and his breath burned her skin.

His strength wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either. The alcohol numbed his reason, as if he was craving for her after many days of restraint and forbearance collapsed.

Li Xingchen let him hold her quietly. In the darkness, for some reason, she couldn't help but shed tears in the corners of her eyes.

In the silence, only the night wind passing through the dark alley brushed my ears.

"Li Xingchen." He suddenly called her, his voice hoarse as if he had been run over by sand and gravel.

"Yes." Li Xingchen responded softly, his voice almost inaudible.

"I like you so much. Really."

I don’t know how much he drank, so his speech was a little slurred. He tried hard to enunciate and speak clearly.

With the whisper in his ear, the boy's firm love was no longer wanton and arrogant. He only looked cautious and sad.

He retracted his arms, and the young man lost his pride. His voice was mute, as if begging: "Look at me, okay?"

Li Xingchen's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and tears fell instantly, running across her slightly cold cheeks. She clearly felt the feeling as if her heart was being broken a little bit.

She didn't know how it became like this.

She didn't want to see Jiang Cong like this, and she clearly didn't want to hurt him.

She also likes him very much.

But the things that restrained her were invisible and intangible, like a shapeless, heavy stone that held her down every time she wanted to respond to him.

She couldn't take that step.

Because of her timidity and retreat, because she has always lived within the constraints of the frame.

She must always be obedient and keep her own conduct so that she won't be thrown away.

At this moment, feeling his sadness, along with his own depressed emotions, almost defeated Li Xingchen.

She sniffed and couldn't hold back her tears. Her sobs became louder and louder, and her body trembled in his arms.

Like being poured cold water on him, Jiang Cong suddenly woke up.

He cursed himself as a bastard in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He let go of her and backed away in a panic. He was a little unsteady and barely pressed against the wall behind him.

Li Xingchen didn't dare to turn around and face him. Jiang Cong didn't even dare to get close to her anymore. Looking at her trembling shoulders and listening to her endured cries, he clenched his fists.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call. His voice had become much clearer and his tone returned to calm, and he said to the other end: "Send her back."

It was Yang Lang who sent her home that night. When she got to the building, she said to Yang Lang: "Don't let him drink so much."

Yang Lang frowned and sighed, "How can Brother Cong listen to us?"

"I've been playing with him for so long, and I've never seen him be so stubborn about anything."

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After that night, Jiang Cong seemed to intentionally avoid her, and they didn't say a word again.

She would never catch the boy's gaze again the moment she raised her head.

However, although Jiang Cong returned to the state of frequently skipping classes, he did not hand in blank papers in exams as before, but his grades were obviously improving.

During this period, the only thing related to the two of them was that the names on the transcripts were quietly getting closer.

Before I knew it, more than half of the semester had passed, and the cold from the north suddenly arrived. The temperature dropped sharply in winter. Maybe I was not used to it. I was careful not to catch a cold or catch a cold.

I lied when I went to the infirmary last time, but I didn't expect that I really had a cold this time, and it was getting worse. My head felt hot, I felt dizzy, and my nose felt uncomfortable.

It was just in time for her menstrual period. Li Xingchen was weak and weak, with no color on his face. He lay sickly on the table and buried his head in his arms, hoping to take a break between classes.

"Are you really okay, Xingchen?" Xiao Jia also saw that her cold was getting worse and worse these days, so he reached out and touched her forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

Li Xingchen's eyelids were too heavy to open. He shook his head and said in a thin voice with a heavy nasal sound, muffled in his clothes, "I have taken medicine. I just need to sleep for a while."

He was sleeping lightly, and as the surroundings became increasingly noisy, Li Xingchen slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Qiu Qize stood on the podium, and the class was extremely lively. She asked Xiao Jia: "What's wrong?"

"We are preparing for the New Year's Day party." Xiao Jia saw that her face was too pale and frowned in concern, "Are you feeling better? Why don't you ask for leave."

Li Xingchen tucked a few strands of hair hanging down on the side of his face behind his ears and smiled back, "That's better."

"But you look like you could faint at any moment, you know that honey?"

Li Xingchen unscrewed the cup and took a sip of warm water, but insisted: "It's okay."

A few words in the chaotic discussion fell into his ears, Qiu Qize glanced at her, and then continued to prepare for the New Year's Day program.

The school's New Year's Day party was held separately for each grade. Each class had to put on at least one program, and everyone discussed the past and adopted the innovative suggestions of the cultural and sports committee.

Musical melodrama.

She came up with this idea after seeing a very popular video on the Internet. She opened the multimedia on the spot and found the video. After watching it, she received unanimous approval.

"If it's definitely this, it's easy to talk about actors, but who in our class can play cello and piano?" Qiu Qize raised the first difficulty to face.

The hot atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

"So this isn't quite..."

Qiu Qize was about to veto it, but before he finished speaking, someone suddenly said: "Li Xingchen knows how to play the cello."

After finishing speaking, everyone turned their attention to the quiet figure in the first row.

Xiao Jia, on the other hand, frowned and turned to look at the girl who opened her mouth from behind. It was Pan Pan. She rolled her eyes and said, "Nosy."

Li Xingchen learned to play the cello, and she mentioned it while chatting with Xiao Jia in the dormitory. At that time, Pan Pan even sneered.

The class was quiet at the moment, and Pan Pan was sitting not far from them. Her words about "being a busybody" were heard, and she raised her voice and said, "Contribute to the class. If you have talents, show them off."

"

"Why don't you contribute?" Xiao Jia choked her angrily, knowing that she had no good intentions.

The atmosphere in the class suddenly became a little strange.

Li Xingchen looked at the wizened one, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing. He only pulled Xiao Jia's arm to prevent her from arguing with Pan Pan.
Chapter completed!