That Summer, the Wind Remembered My Thoughts

Seeing He Bufan's eyes beckoning her to continue, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "But there are so many people around you, but you have never looked at me. Suddenly you said you like..." Her voice was very soft and affectionate. "The eyes are wrong." The short-haired senior suddenly interrupted her, her tone still serious: "The heroine's love is hidden in the eyes, with a bit of timidity and temptation. It is not straightforward like you. It is too open, as if you are trying to answer the question with others. Start again." Zhang Beibei blushed. The problem was pointed out in public, and she, who was already introverted, felt even more at a loss and nervous. I felt so embarrassed that I had to dig out three rooms and one living room. She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at He Bufan, only to see that the guy was covering his mouth and shrugging his shoulders, obviously suppressing a smile. Zhang Beibei was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no choice but to silently say "Hold it, hold it" in his heart.