In the room, Qin Qing was sitting on the sofa, looking at Ji Rong who was standing straight in the corner like a teacher criticizing a student. Ji Rong's usually cold face had a rare expression of innocence. Qin Qing secretly thought in her heart: How does this look like I bullied him.
"When your hair brushes my steel gun..."
"Go on."
Qin Qing looked at Ji Rong, who no longer opened his mouth, and the small flames in his eyes were gradually burning: "Does that mean you only know this sentence?"
"Yes, that's what I know." Ji Rong said it frankly and without feeling anything inappropriate.
Qin Qing raised his eyebrows: "Okay, Ji Rong, you have lied to me for so long. Let me tell you, if you hadn't sung this song..."
Ji Rong looked at Qin Qing's mouth that couldn't stop. His face and ears were red because he was speaking too fast. His lips were curled up in a slight smile, but his gloomy eyes showed a trace of clarity. "Fool, how could I only know this sentence?"
+++When your hair brushes my steel gun, I only want to share the glory of this life with you.
Purpose: The male and female protagonists pursue their ideals and passions in their respective fields