The beauty turned her back to Youxi, and a faint voice came: "I might not love you."
Ning Youxi looked at the beauty's back longingly and replied, "I know."
The beauty walked away, but still looking at her, an angry man rushed up. Hu Lingrong came up with a feather duster, muttering something in her mouth: "I'll beat you to death, you're such a loser, you can't teach me no matter how you teach me!"
Ning Youxi hugged her head and wandered around, and suddenly broke into a warm and soft embrace. She smelled a familiar smell on the tip of her nose and relaxed instantly. She looked up and saw Xu Wei was a little dazed. After a while, she said in a loud voice: "I may not love you."
Xu Wei pinched Ning Youxi's tense face and replied gently: "I know."
My childhood sweetheart, I was still deeply moved. The author returned four months later, still verbose and slow, hoping to write a story that I wanted to write.