Yan Zhong, seriously, what an unpleasant name, Zhuo Yiyi bit his lip and thought, his name is nice, it has some overlapping words, and it sounds very friendly.
Zhuo Yi opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed. It was still the original room, with light pink curtains and lace trim. On the bedside, the little bear blinked and looked at her innocently.
It turns out that it was a dream.
Yan Zhong, you brat, do you think I will forgive you if you leave? No way!
Zhuo Yiyi was complaining to himself when a pleasant voice sounded at the door.
"I don't think being forgiven by you is something to be happy about."
Zhuo Yiyi got excited and rolled down from the bed. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He was leaning against the door, dressed in casual clothes, and smiling so charmingly. He was not the Yan Zhonghe she was thinking about a moment ago.