"Han." In the middle of the night, Jin Xi knocked on Leng Mingshuohan's door. "Well?" Leng Mingshuohan opened the door with great excitement.
"Tomorrow...is February 14th." Jin Xi blushed. "Yeah." Leng Mingshuo Han chuckled. What do you want to do by being so coquettish?
"Then... that's... that... um... um..." Jin Xi hesitated for a long time, not daring to look into Leng Ming Shuohan's eyes. "What is it?" Leng Ming Shuohan's oppressive voice came to Jin Xi.
Feeling numbness on his face, he pulled the corner of his mouth.
"Tomorrow, let's go out together." Jin Xi stared at Leng Mingshuohan with dazzling eyes. "Ah? I didn't hear clearly." Leng Mingshuohan showed a charming smile.
"Let's go out together tomorrow." After Jin Xi said this, she left as if running away, but Leng Mingshuohan grabbed her hand.
"Tomorrow morning is the first day when we start over." After Leng Mingshuohan said this, he sent Jinxi to her room.
"Yes," he mustered up his courage, blushed, and nodded, "Good night." Leng Mingshuohan left a good night kiss on Jin Xi's forehead,
"You too, good night," Jin Xi shyly left a kiss like a dragonfly on Leng Mingshuohan's face.
"Huh?" Leng Mingshuohan's lips suddenly blocked Jinxi's pink lips, and Jinxi was stunned. "I'm leaving, good night." Leng Mingshuohan looked at Jinxi reluctantly,
It's like Qingyin whom I haven't seen in eight lifetimes.
"Okay." Jin Xi smiled. The moment he closed the door, the mask that held back the disguise collapsed. Jin Xi leaned against the door and murmured to himself.
"Start again, ha." A bitter smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth. Jin Xi lay on the bed listlessly and fell asleep. The moonlight shone on her body, shrouding a kind of loneliness and setting off a kind of loneliness...
"Great, we can finally start again." Leng Mingshuohan walked to the window sill excitedly. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Zuo Lan Yinche, you will be watching from the sky, right? You will bless us with happiness, right? You will leave her heart forever." Leng Mingshuohan was rarely selfish for once.
"Game over," Leng Mingshuohan curled his lips, and the cold moonlight hit his body. It was shrouded in a kind of gloomy terror, reflecting a sense of selfishness.
Xiao Ai: Alas, if you like Han Dian's children's shoes, please don't slap me, because haha, put yourself in my shoes and think about it, no matter who you are, you will feel a little bit happy at this time. Han Dian is also an ordinary person, isn't he?
This kind of psychological state, this kind of language is very normal, is there anything... So, dear friends, don't despise Xiao Ai, don't despise Han Dian, don't think that I am partial to Zuo Lan, don't think that I abuse Han Dian, I treat them all