"He Qiyun...this is in the car."
Xie Qingyao said in a very low voice, struggling slightly, sobbing and pushing him away.
He Zheng stroked her face, seeing that she looked like she had been severely bullied, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Yaoyao, do you still want to hear me recite poetry?"
hateful.
Xie Qingyao took a few deep breaths, wrinkled her nose, and held on to her last bit of stubbornness.
"want."
She said firmly.
I don't know where he got the confidence from, but he continued to shout: "Not only must I read it, but you have to write me a whole page when you get back."
He Zheng's eyes were particularly dark.
He was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "Okay."
Suddenly, the tone changed, "As long as Yaoyao shows greater sincerity."
Xie Qingyao suddenly felt guilty, "What sincerity?"
Realizing what was dangerous, her almond eyes widened.
“You, you…”
“That’s too much.”
She exhaled, "Forget it then."
She is a very flexible person.
He Zheng raised his eyelids and said, "It's too late."
After saying this, he leaned down and whispered in Xie Qingyao's ear.
The usual low voice beat against her eardrums.
"If you ask when my longing for you will end, it will only end when we meet."
They met, ending the longing for each other in a long-distance relationship and covering it with a layer of scorching warmth.
The snow was falling heavily and the wheels of the car were moving fast.
Xie Qingyao nestled in He Zheng's arms, chattering about her experiences of the past few days.
He Zheng said that he would take her to see interesting things when he returned to Shangjing, but he really returned home.
But he pulled her aside to ask for the "sincerity" promised in the carriage.
Xie Qingyao:?
No, is it too late for her to run now?
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