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Yaoyao reminded Han Qiao in confusion.
"Aren't you going for a career path? How can you be so cowardly?"
Han Qiao said confidently, "I cherish my life!"
Yaoyao, “…”
Fu Yuyao looked at Han Qiao with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
As the cold wind blew, Han Qiao felt not only cold all over, but also his heart was colder.
When Han Qiao came to her senses, Fu Yuyao had already grabbed her wrist and was pulling her towards the residential area.
Han Qiao followed him in a daze.
He didn't walk fast, pulling her along like he was holding a child.
Han Qiao subconsciously lowered his head and watched the slender hand tightly grasping her wrist. His palm was cold, and the warmth from the wrist gradually passed to him.
Perhaps out of brain fog, Han Qiao asked again, "Are you cold?"
In this dark night with cold wind, he looked particularly thin.
Fu Yuyao raised the corners of his mouth.
"Care about me? Aren't you afraid of me?"
Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered, as if in a dream, the first time he and Han Qiao met in Hengdian. That was their first meeting.
When she saw him, she ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.
I just didn't expect that he actually forgot this memory?
It's like my memory was suddenly selectively erased.
Fortunately, now he clearly remembered what happened at the beginning, and what she did later in order to make him tired of her.
The trick was exposed at a glance.
This time, he will definitely not forget it again.
Although he didn't know why he had forgotten and then suddenly remembered, he was a sensitive person, so he chose to pretend that he didn't remember their meeting in Hengdian and her running away...
Han Qiao didn't understand the real meaning of Fu Yuyao's words.
She retorted, "When was I afraid of you?"
Fu Yuyao smiled, "Well, you're not afraid of me. Sister Aqiao likes me so much, how could she be afraid of me?"
"...Who is your sister! Don't talk nonsense!" Han Qiao's heart tightened and he had a headache. Why did he bring up the topic of sister again?
Are Fu Yuyao's thoughts so jumpy?
It’s really... a headache.
Fu Yuyao was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "Ha! Scumbag girl."
Han Qiao, "......?" Who is this scumbag girl?
I'm innocent, who did I cheat on?
Fu Yuyao added, "When you're happy, you call me Brother Yuyao. When you're unhappy, you call me Classmate Fu. If you're not a scumbag, what are you?"
As the words fell, Han Qiao was so angry that she struggled to shake off Fu Yuyao's hand.
When you called me a scumbag, you were still holding my wrist!
You should let go!
Neuropathy!
She didn't even know how Fu Yuyao changed the subject.
“………” But her intuition told her that this topic could not be discussed any further, and it would be better to distance herself from him as soon as possible.
Fu Yuyao narrowed his eyes, and not only did he not let go of Han Qiao, but he held her even tighter.
Han Qiao suddenly felt powerless.
She stood there, staring at Fu Yuyao, confronting him silently.
After half a minute, Han Qiao whispered, "It hurts."
"..." Fu Yuyao paused and looked down at the wrist that he was holding. Because of the struggle, the delicate skin on her wrist had turned red.
He slowed down his strength without thinking.
However, at this moment, the palm of his hand, which had originally been cold, felt as if it was suddenly scalded.
In just a moment, Fu Yuyao quickly withdrew his hand, without looking at Han Qiao again, and hurried upstairs.
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