[Looks like facial paralysis/In fact, there is a lot of inner drama/Flowers in the greenhouse/It seems hard to mess with when being fucked/Full of inner indifference/Unfathomable/Grudge]
Xia Wei saw someone smoking in front of him at the top of the stairs. He was too far away to see clearly. He was just thinking about which class of gangsters had skipped class. When I walked in, I found that he was actually a handsome guy. Even a boy thought he looked too amazing. But Xia Wei also has a cold expression on his face. Even if he is very stunning, there will be no micro-expression on his face. In the words of his team members, "Xia Wei is just a facial paralysis."
When Xia Wei was about to cross directly, Du Jing suddenly asked, "Classmate, how to get to the Academic Affairs Office."
How could he talk to me? Should I answer or just skip it? ? ? Wouldn't it be bad to refuse? After all, he doesn't look like a good person if he still smokes. If he is targeted, he will be in trouble, Xia Wei thought to himself.
These thoughts only lasted a moment. In Du Jing's opinion, Xia Wei was just stunned for a second and did not answer him, "Go downstairs, turn right and go straight. You can see it."
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"!" Xia Wei was shocked. The whole person trembled even more.
Du Jing glanced at Xia Wei, his eyes as light as a dragonfly's. When Xia Wei touched Du Jing's eyes, his little finger unconsciously twitched, "What's wrong with being afraid of ghosts? Isn't it normal?" Xia Wei thought to himself, but then he touched the man's face and continued to remain paralyzed. "She is indeed good-looking. If I were a girl and joined the class, we would be discussing how to win the transfer students," Xia Wei thought silently in his heart. When Xia Wei was having an inner exchange, Du Jing had already crossed Xia Wei into the class and turned on the light. Du Jing walked directly to his seat, took his coat and left. When Xia Wei reacted, he trotted nervously to his seat and pulled out today's math paper to catch up with Du Jing. Du Jing paused and turned to look at Xia Wei. Under Du Jing's questioning eyes, Xia Wei quickly said, "Let's go together, tablemate."
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Bang, the light was turned off by someone. But Xia Wei was not afraid because Du Jing was holding his hand tightly. The warmth from the palm of his hand attracted Xia Wei's full attention...
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Who is attacking whom between receiving and attacking? Who comes closer first, your heart or mine?
Do you understand me?
Intention: I can understand you