The throbbing in my youth was like fire, hot, as if it was going to burn me.
One day, the young man Bai Zhuo pressed Fu Yanghan against a cramped corner with a cold tone.
-Don't you know how to speak well?
Fu Yanghan immediately lost control of her emotions. With him in front of her, she couldn't calm down. She was like a dynamite bag, ready to explode at any moment. She raised her head arrogantly, her chest began to tremble slightly due to uneven breathing, and her tone was eight degrees colder than his.
-No, don't mess with me.
She looked into Bai Zhuo's dark eyes. If eyes could gouge people, she would have been beaten countless times at this moment. His stomach was churning, and his temples began to pound. Fu Yanghan's patience had reached the limit today. He watched him clamp his shoulders, and the collision was on the verge of breaking out.
Bai Zhuo let her go before she got angry, turned around, and finished her words.
-Fu Yanghan, you have a very bad temper...
Intention: Collision, growth, love