"He Yanhuan."
She called his name. Usually when he heard her voice, He Yanhuan would habitually look for her. But this time he didn't do that, as if he could no longer hear anyone talking.
But Jun Li knew that He Yanhuan heard her talking, and he also knew that she was right in front of him, but he pretended not to hear.
Jun Li sighed, half-knelt in front of He Yanhuan, and looked up at He Yanhuan's thin chin.
She suddenly hugged He Yanhuan's waist and said softly, "Ah Huan, let's go home, okay? Xiaoli is wrong. Xiaoli apologizes to you..."
She rubbed her head against He Yanhuan's body, waiting quietly for He Yanhuan to speak.
"Xiao Li..."
He Yanhuan's hand slowly fell on her hair. Jun Li looked up and watched He Yanhuan slowly lower his head. His eyes fell on her face like a leaf. She found that He Yanhuan's hand was shaking.
His eyes were red again and mist appeared in them.
She thought that He Yanhuan had probably never cried in his life before, but after being with her, he became a little crybaby. However, even if he was a little crybaby, it was much better than him saying nothing and having no other emotions on his face.
He was now like an abandoned little animal, helpless and pitiful, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't dare let them fall. He could only look at Jun Li pitifully, as if silently accusing her.
Jun Li really couldn't bear to see He Yanhuan like this. The lethality of this face combined with this expression was simply unbearable.
If someone else made such an expression, she would definitely complain, but He Yanhuan was different. He was much purer, like a blank piece of paper. His eyes were like a mirror. It seemed that just by looking into his eyes, one's soul could be cleansed.
Jun Li looked at him for a long time, then said, "I was wrong to leave you, but I am really angry, Ah Huan, I don't want others to scold you. I hope you can stand up on your own, I hope you can prove yourself, I hope that He Yanhuan is not a coward. He Yanhuan, tell me, can you do it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, He Yanhuan leaned over and kissed her in this position.
She was already half-kneeling on the ground, her hands around He Yanhuan's waist, her head tilted back. This was already very uncomfortable, and He Yanhuan kissed her again. This posture made her even more uncomfortable. She believed that He Yanhuan was not feeling well either.
He Yanhuan was not very skilled in the movements, but he had a strong ability to imitate. He imitated Junli's behavior that day, first rubbing his lips slowly, and then carefully prying her lips open. Junli tilted her neck and waited for him to kiss her enough.
After he kissed her, he suddenly stood up. Jun Li had never expected him to do this, and her body was lifted up by him. Then the two of them switched positions, and the next second, she sat in He Yanhuan's seat, while He Yanhuan maintained her half-kneeling posture, holding her hand, speaking in an intimate tone with a bit of flattery.
"Xiao Li, don't be angry, okay?"
He didn't care about other people's feelings, but he knew that his Xiaoli was angry, from the moment she left the basketball court until now.
When he felt Jun Li was angry, He Yanhuan only thought of this morning when he took the initiative to kiss her and she was happy. He just wanted to make her happy, so he did it.
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