Chapter 2: Is it possible that you have a crush on me?
Meng Shiyi's ears burned, and she explained in a low voice: "I was bumped into by someone else, I didn't mean to hug you."
After saying that, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pretended not to know him. She quickly picked up the suitcase and wanted to leave quickly.
This was clearly the person she missed day and night, the person she had secretly loved for more than five years, but when she met him, her first reaction was to run away.
But the next second.
He Xilou grabbed her neck from behind and easily pulled her in front of him.
The scorching heat when their skin touched made one's heart palpitate.
He Xilou leaned slightly towards her, his deep phoenix eyes glaring at her, a hint of smirk and frivolity in his eyes:
"Why are you hiding? I think I recognized the right person, Sister Shiyi?"
He Xilou spoke at a moderate pace, but the ending tone was deliberately prolonged, with a touch of laziness that particularly touched the heartstrings.
Meng Shiyi's cheeks were burning, and her heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a hand. She whispered:
"I'm not hiding from you."
He Xilou raised his eyelids slightly and sneered, "You didn't hide from me, then who was pretending to be a stranger to me just now? A ghost?"
“…”
He Xilou continued to ask: "Why, you really don't recognize me? I don't look that common."
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and met the man's dark eyes, which were like a deep vortex that could suck her in.
She looked away, lowered her eyes, and called out softly:
"Brother Xilou."
Meng Shiyi has the appearance of a Jiangnan beauty.
Her skin is as flawless as the first snow, her eyes are watery and misty, clean and beautiful, like a willow leaf in an ink painting, with an elegant and gentle temperament.
He Xilou stared at her, teasing her jokingly, as if deliberately teasing her, with a slight upward rise at the end of his voice:
"Hmm? I didn't hear clearly."
“…”
He must have done it on purpose.
Meng Shiyi had no choice but to be patient and repeat herself, "Brother Xilou."
It's soft and pleasant, like a whisper in the spring breeze, so gentle that it can squeeze out water.
It's like a ripple in people's hearts.
He Xilou was satisfied, but not completely satisfied. He leaned forward slightly and looked at her:
"After all these years, are you still afraid of me?"
He Xilou stared at her carefully, his black eyes were particularly deep, as if he was trying to find some flaw.
After hearing this, Meng Shiyi recalled the time when they first met.
She was only in the second grade of junior high school that year. After something happened at home, she moved into her cousin Meng Huaili's house.
When he first met He Xilou, Meng Huaili was treating his wounds.
The man was in a very miserable state, with wounds all over his body, half of his face stained with blood, and even his blue and white school uniform was soaked red.
The whole person gave off a strong sense of oppression, was sinister and terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell.
He turned his head and looked at her quietly, with a defensive and aggressive look.
At that time, Meng Shiyi was carrying a small pink schoolbag. When she looked up, she was almost scared to death.
She stood at the door, hesitant to go in.
He Xilou stared at her coldly the whole time, his whole body shrouded in a strong sense of loneliness and desolation, like a vicious wolf lurking in the shadows.
Just by looking at him, you can tell that he must be a bad guy.
Meng Shiyi was timid and didn't dare to call him, let alone look him in the eye.
At that time, she was indeed afraid of him.
My thoughts drifted around and gradually returned to reality.
Meng Shiyi shook her head and said seriously, "No, I'm not afraid of you anymore."
She didn't dare to look him in the eye before because she was really afraid of him, but now...
When facing the person you secretly love, people always become inferior, sensitive and timid.
What's more, the person she likes is so outstanding and so out of reach.
Meng Shiyi changed the subject: "Did my brother ask you to pick me up?"
"Well," He Xilou casually reached out and pressed the handle of her suitcase, "Suitcase, I'll get it for you."
The moment their skin touched, Meng Shiyi's fingertips shrank slightly.
Very small movements.
He Xilou was keenly aware of her rejection, and he lowered his head in front of Meng Shiyi, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes:
"Hate me?"
The man's handsome face kept getting bigger and closer in front of my eyes.
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment, her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, and a layer of pink mist appeared at the corners of her eyes.
She shook her head obediently: "No."
"You're not annoying, but why are you hiding..." He Xilou glanced over with his sharp black eyes, a hint of interest in his eyes.
He approached, moving closer, and asked with a slightly raised voice, as if smiling:
"Could it be that you have a crush on me?"
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