There was so much noise around him that Peng Wei couldn't hear clearly what Zhang Yi was saying, so he lowered his head and put his ear close to Zhang Yi's face.
Zhang Yi saw that Peng Wei didn't hear clearly. He just took a deep breath and was about to speak louder. Suddenly, his ear came closer and Zhang Yi's breath was stuck in his throat.
I don't know where the light came from today, which made him look particularly good-looking. When Zhang Yi looked at Peng Wei from this angle, the curve of his neck with his head lowered was so sexy.
His eyes moved to his collarbone, up to his Adam's apple, and looking at his side face, Zhang Yi quietly exhaled.
It's such a clichéd plot. I don't know whether I was bewitched by his beauty or infected by the sudden distance.
Zhang Yi admitted that Peng Wei made her heart move at this moment.
Peng Wei didn't hear the sound for a long time and looked at her doubtfully.
Zhang Yi boldly held his neck with his left hand and pressed him towards him. His right hand was in the shape of a half trumpet. He leaned into his ear and said, "You look really good today."
After saying that, he let go of his hand.
The sound was not loud, as if it was buried.
Peng Wei raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yi, looking at his expression wondering if he heard or not.
Zhang Yi raised his head, looked at him and ran away.
He heard it.
Zhang Yi knew, he heard it.
His neck stiffened a little after she said it, it was subtle, but she noticed it.
Zhang Yi didn't expose him or repeat it. He should have his own considerations.
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Excerpts from chapters intended to be the heroine's heartbeat
Purpose: commemorating campus life and processing real stories.
