The whole morning, Lin Fan was in no mood, and his words kept ringing in his ears.
Is he really just toying with her? Will he throw her away when he gets tired of playing with her?
But why do I always see him looking so gentle?
And why does she always have the illusion that she likes him?
He is not the only handsome guy. Which of these troublesome brothers is not as good as him?
Why wouldn't others let her feel this way?
After lunch, Lin Fan desperately refused the invitation to go with Xiaoyue to meet the three guys, and walked alone under the plane tree.
The dappled sunshine passed over her face, quiet and peaceful, and occasionally the wind blew by, lifting her long hair and dress, making her look as beautiful as a fairy.
"No, no, please don't..."
It seems to be a girl's voice, but...
Lin Fan approached the voice and realized that it was a very thin boy who was being suppressed and kneeling on the ground, constantly begging for mercy.
A boy who exuded a demonic aura was sitting on a stone chair, looking down at him from above.
The dozen or so boys around him also looked like they were fighting against others.