Zhao Xiaoyue paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, hands on her hips.
"Brother Ming, do you think this doctor is unprofessional?"
"Probably!"
"The director of the Army General Hospital, is this all the level he's capable of?"
"The skill level is not high!"
"Isn't this delaying treatment?"
"What does my heart condition have to do with dating in my freshman year of college?"
"Perhaps!"
"He really has the potential to be a quack!"
"He has the potential to be a quack doctor."
There are questions and answers, every sentence has a response, but every sentence lacks sincerity.
Truly, what attracted Situ Ming to Zhao Xiaoyue was never her appearance, but her temperament.
He has a cool and domineering temperament, and occasionally a little bit absent-minded. This little bit of absent-mindedness is like the finishing touch, which he finds adorable.
At first glance, he seemed like a little tyrant; upon closer inspection, he resembled the scorching sun high in the sky.
It's like sunflowers covering the mountains and fields, bright and vibrant!
Later, when he saw her lose control, he felt an unprecedented, heart-wrenching pain.
The girl in front of me had a full forehead, a delicate nose, and a natural yet dignified air. Her almond-shaped eyes were like a galaxy of stars, yet also like a clear spring.
The sight of her sitting alone at the edge of the venue, shedding tears, was like pearls, touching the heartstrings.
Her long hair was tied back and hung down to her waist, and even a white T-shirt couldn't hide the girl's budding beauty.
Never mind!
He took a drag of his cigarette, stepped forward, wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and grasped her chin with the other, finding the lips he had longed for day and night, and pressed them against hers...
A kiss, a cigarette, all done in one smooth motion!
Sixteen years old...
Sixteen should be old enough to accept a kiss!
The hand around her waist had clearly visible blue veins, and her fingers nervously tugged at the T-shirt beneath her palm.
Deep eyes, like an endless universe, encompass a person.
"Zhao Xiaoyue, can we be in a relationship? I love you!"
To be honest, he didn't dare to say "Zhao Xiaoyue, find a boyfriend" in a commanding tone, because he knew that the person in his arms was more compliant to gentle persuasion than to force, and was a domineering person at heart.
Therefore, he sought the other party's opinion.
Situ Ming loves Zhao Xiaoyue!
It's not just liking, it's love, I've always loved you.
Just as Ban Qisheng walked behind the two men, Fang Yi heard these words and stumbled, causing his fan to fall to the ground with a clatter.
Zhao Xiaoyue snapped out of her daze, her eyes widening, she gasped, her heart pounding, and she coughed.
A sharp, explosive sound erupted directly within my heart!
Fireworks exploded in her mind, banging her back to reality.
Oh my god, may Buddha bless her!
Comic convention, help!
The person ran away!
The person...ran away—
The person just ran away...!
Looking at his empty palm, Situ Ming smiled bitterly; he had been too hasty.
He thought that if he was attracted to her, she would try to keep him, but he didn't expect this reaction.
Then he frowned and wondered if he had been too rash.
You should make your stance clear first before kissing her.
Thinking back to just now, her lips were soft and sweet, not at all like her usual tough self.
After he finished smoking, he calmed down.
Ban Qisheng picked up the fan and strolled over leisurely. "Hehe, failed? It's okay, failure is the mother of success! Hehehehehe!"
"Tsk tsk, look how you've discouraged the kid, sigh!"
After spouting a sarcastic remark, he waved his fan and left.
Situ Ming threw away his cigarette butt, leaned back against the window, propped himself up on his arms, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and pondered for a while.
In the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh.
I'm 16 years old (by Chinese reckoning), let's take it slow!
But then, a day later, he realized he was wrong.
Take it slow, you idiot!
He can see the girl's good qualities, and so can others.
Zhao Xiaoyue was chased like a ghost, running a long way, then taking a car, speeding back to the dormitory without stopping for a moment, getting into bed, pulling the curtains, and covering herself with the blankets, all in one go, without any hesitation.
The roommates felt a gust of wind.
Zheng Qian pouted and continued with her makeup and dressing.
Wan Xiaojuan turned back to her book.
There's also Zhao Jingjing who hasn't returned.
Zhao Xiaoyue pressed her heart hard, but her heart was pounding so hard she could barely stop it. It was like an eagle trying to break free of its cage, or a deer trapped in a room, banging against the wall.
Zhao Xiaoyue, with her buttocks sticking out and her face down, diligently recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra."
Fresh as water, clear water is the heart;
A gentle breeze stirred, and the water remained calm.
He kissed me and then gave me a cigarette?
He said he wanted to date me, and even said he loved me?
My heart is pure, and Heaven rewards diligence.
Oh my god, this is so exciting!
My ambition soars, the waters rise, and the wind blows;
As the water rises and the wind blows, my ambition soars.
When did my name, Zhiyangmai, come about?
Wow! Things are going very well!
What are you talking about? Get up!
no!
Fresh as water, clear water is the heart!
...
Whoosh!
The blanket was thrown far away.
Zhao Xiaoyue's face turned bright red, and she was panting heavily. She pulled back the curtain and quickly got out of bed.
With his hair all messy, he spotted Zheng Qian putting on makeup and rushed over to grab her by the collar, thinking he was being incredibly serious.
For Zheng Qian, the lipstick was the finishing touch that made all the difference in her makeup.
When Zhao Xiaoyue tugged at her collar, she successfully smeared her lipstick from the corner of her mouth all the way to the base of her ear.
"Zheng Qian, you've had a lot of boyfriends, you're very experienced. If there was someone who would hug you and kiss you, and you still said..." This sentence is a bit embarrassing, or maybe she's just imagining things?
Oh well, never mind!
"You still say you love...me! What does that mean?"
Zheng Qian: "?"
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