Xiang Xiaonan is an easy-going girl who always brings joy to others with her boundless energy.
Her pretty face and cheerful personality allowed her to get along with anyone, and at this time, Xiang Xiaonan met a boy she got along with best at her new high school.
Qin Zhou is that kind of person. No matter what the other person says, he can always catch the joke. He speaks in a funny and cheeky way, and always smiles with his eyes narrowed.
I probably didn't have these thoughts about him at first, after all, three years have passed and our way of getting along hasn't changed much.
But until the moment he protected her, a strange feeling in her heart seemed to be touched.
Once this started, there was no going back. It seemed like the way they used to get along was gone forever. She was always a little afraid to look at his face. Just thinking about how he would get angry for her... It wasn't like the Qin Zhou she knew. But! But... he was still very handsome like this.
I really want to ask him why he suddenly wanted to change his hairstyle. Is it because he has someone he cares about? Is that why he wants to change his image?
But you weren't that ugly before, I actually quite... quite liked you, and you felt nice to touch.
So what if other girls don't like me? I like you, and that's enough. But I'm not trying to manipulate you, I'm just telling the truth.
so……
So at this moment, I'm going to do something a little excessive.
Do you find it annoying?
No one knows what Xiang Xiaonan was thinking at this moment. Gazing at the sleeping Qin Zhou, the sound of her heartbeat gradually drowned out her muttering thoughts.
Only after confirming that he was truly asleep did Xiang Xiaonan take a deep breath.
"I'm just checking, just checking..."
No one knew what she was explaining. Perhaps she was just explaining to herself. Xiang Xiaonan licked her lips, or perhaps she felt they were a little dry. She took a few big gulps of milk coffee, and once her lips were moist, she forced herself to stare intently at Qin Zhou, suppressing her embarrassment.
Finally, Xiang Xiaonan slowly moved closer to his face, and the soft, jelly-like touch pressed against Qin Zhou's cheek.
Her breathing was a little heavy. When she realized what she had done, Xiang Xiaonan slowly widened her eyes, covered her mouth, and couldn't say a word.
When she heard the bus announcement, she stood up abruptly and slapped Qin Zhou's face hard, making him wince in pain.
"I've arrived at my stop... See you tomorrow..."
Then she got out of the car and left as if fleeing, keeping her head down as if to avoid drawing attention to her blushing earlobes.
About ten seconds later, the car door slowly closed.
Qin Zhou, who was still in a daze, suddenly let out a long breath, looked out the window at Xiang Xiaonan who was gradually walking away, and sat up straight in the chair, covering the wetness on his face.
I was kissed.
He was indeed tired, but he didn't sleep very soundly.
Therefore, he could feel it very clearly.
I was kissed.
And it was a kiss from a girl who was the last person you'd expect.
Qin Zhou heard all the rambling on and on, and he was still in a daze until the moment he was kissed on the cheek.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't dare. If he had opened his eyes just now, he had a feeling that Xiao Nan would never talk to him again.
But I really didn't expect this turn of events!
Clutching his chest, Qin Zhou was unable to calm down for a long time; the soft touch seemed to still linger on his cheek, accompanied by a kiss mark.
"No way..."
"Xiao Nan... likes me?"
"Isn't that right? I'm not wrong, am I? Xiao Nan kissed me, she couldn't possibly be joking, right? She must like me, right?"
He sat in the back row talking to himself for a long time, and it took him a long time to calm down.
All I know is that on my way home from school one day near graduation, a lovely girl I'd known for three years left an unforgettable mark on my face.
"Damn it...why is my heart beating so loudly..."
...
"I have a feeling that something big has happened."
Wen Mo suddenly shivered all over, hugged his arms and rubbed them back and forth, frowning as he looked at the streetlights.
Even in the dead of winter evenings, he could feel a strange chill despite wearing a cotton-padded coat.
"Wenmo, are you cold?"
Xia Lian grasped his hand, looked up and asked.
"No, I just suddenly shivered, it's nothing." Wen Mo waved his hand.
On my way home as usual, the only change was that the temperature got colder day by day. Fortunately, this is the south, so even if it gets cold, it won't kill you.
Wenmo exhaled a puff of hot air with white mist, "It's almost the New Year."
"Chinese New Year".
“Yes, it feels like a year has passed without me realizing it, as if the last New Year was just yesterday,” Wen Mo said with emotion, looking down at Xia Lian. “However… there have been some changes.”
Xia Lian tilted her head and asked blankly, "What change?"
"...The change is you, there's someone else by your side now."
Not wanting to waste any more time on the road, Wen Mo pulled Xia Lian to speed up their journey home.
The two arrived home at 6:30 p.m.
"I'll go cook," Wen Mo said, putting his backpack and coat aside, rolling up his sleeves, and turning around.
"I'm hungry."
"Don't worry, we'll have dinner soon." Wen Mo scratched his head, opened the refrigerator, glanced at the few remaining ingredients and pondered how to cook, then suddenly remembered something very important. "Oh right, Lianbao, I have something very important to talk to you about after dinner."
Upon hearing this, Xia Lian, who was sitting obediently on the sofa rubbing her feet, blinked and gave a puzzled look. "Something very important...?"
Wenmo didn't choose to cook dinner because there were too few ingredients; he couldn't even put together a meat dish. After thinking for a while, he simply gave up on cooking and ordered takeout on his phone.
Perhaps feeling that it wouldn't hurt to be willful once in a while, he ordered a huge amount of fried chicken, hoping to ease his mood when discussing important matters tonight.
"Wenmo ordered a lot."
Xia Lian grabbed a piece of fried chicken with both hands, staring blankly at it. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she was tapped on the head.
"Ugh..."
"Silly, put on gloves before you eat." Wen Mo shook his head helplessly, handed her a pair of disposable gloves, and helped her put them on Xia Lian's small hands. "Let's talk while we eat."
As he said this, he suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Lianbao."
"Hmm?" Xia Lian grabbed a piece of original recipe chicken, took a small bite, her eyes lit up, and she continued to smack her lips as she put the chicken into her mouth.
Wen Mo took a sip of cola, and after his throat felt much clearer, he slightly raised his eyes.
"Would you be happy if I stayed with you?"
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