"Is the man who calls me" little white face "and then keeps pointing at all kinds of slander against you called Li Ke'er?" Yi said modestly that he didn't remember the woman's name before.
Or should I say, usually he doesn't remember women's names.
"Well, that's her." He Zixin said.
"You know that someone is deliberately making a big deal." Yi said modestly.
"Otherwise, how could the school force me to drop out of school because of such rumors? After all, I was only picked up by car several times and there was no other substantive evidence." He Zixin said.
She is not a fool. In the office, she was targeted by the head teacher like this. When she left the office, he Zixin seemed to know the result long ago. She crouched over there and mocked her. Of course she could guess.
While talking, he Zixin took a spoon and scooped up the soup to drink.
Yi Qianci's hand suddenly clasped her wrist to prevent her from sending the soup into the import.
"What's the matter?" She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face, but saw him lean over slightly, his lips close to the spoon in her hand, gently blew a few breaths, then released his hand and said to her, "don't drink too hot."
"Oh." He Zixin answered shyly.
In the past, she always took care of him more, but it seems that after they get together again, it seems that he took care of her more.
It seems that in a few years, he suddenly became mature, from a young boy to more like a man.
But in fact, he is only 18 years old, two years younger than her!
After a meal, he Zixin washed the dishes, and Yi Qianci cleaned up the garbage on the table.
There is no need to explain the division of labor, as if they had already reached a tacit understanding.
When everything was ready, Yi Qianci washed his hands and said to he Zixin, "show me your tongue."
"Still want to see?" She was stunned.
"See if things are better now than before." He said.
She then raised her jaw slightly, opened her lips and leaned out the tip of her tongue slightly.
As if to see more carefully, he clasped his fingers on her jaw again, held her chin, and then bent down to look at it.
The distance between them has become very close again.
It's not the first time he looked at the tip of his tongue, but this time, it seems to be closer than when he looked in the car before.
So close that she could feel his breath and count his eyelashes.
His skin It's as good as ever. I still remember when they lived together in the past, she always lamented that his skin was smooth and delicate without any skin care products and no pores.
His facial features were originally neutral, but now he is more masculine than before, with wider shoulders and higher height.
In the past, if he approached her in such a position, he only needed to bend down slightly, but now, the bending range is significantly greater.
His eyes were half hung, and his long black eyelashes trembled like a fan. Were his eyes looking at her lips?
So what is she like in his eyes now?
Are they really going to start dating? From now on, they are boyfriend and girlfriend?
Can the former family affection really be transformed into love? And does his willingness to associate with her also mean that he can put aside the previous things?
"What are you looking at?" His voice suddenly sounded.