The day Zhao Ji saw Zhou Xianqing again, three years later, she was fighting again.
He rolled his eyes, cursed and called the police for her.
Former rivals meet again, sensitive skin wins.
A pure fool from the Diao family, a man with a hard mouth but a soft heart. Next year. Fake school bully, real redemption.
Zhou Xianqing: "My brother."
Zhao Ji: "Not familiar."
* Zhao Ji didn't hear what a group of people were chattering at all, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet.
Zhou Xianqing suddenly grabbed his wrist with one hand. Zhao Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then there was a "buzz" in his head. His eyes widened instantly. His chin was pressed against the girl's furry head, and the warm and soft touch in his arms was transmitted through the fabric. The girl put one hand on his waist in vain, and wrapped the other around his arm, hugging him in a confused and confused way.
Zhou Xianqing was holding him.
This knowledge caused Zhao Ji's brain to short-circuit again. The familiar numbing feeling appeared again, burning like a fire from his cheek to his neck and behind his ears. He stiffly raised his hand to hug her back, but it only stopped in mid-air. My hearing gradually returned, and the countdown seemed to be coming from a far away place.
The phone vibrated. Xu Jiayi looked down and saw a message from Wei Muzi:
"You must be in trouble. It's the first time I've seen a tall man hug a short man and stand on tiptoe."
Intention: Will something that was unobtainable as a child become a lifelong obsession? I think so - but love and strength will eventually unlock it.