Chapter 321

The flying stars spread hate, and the silver man crossed all the way. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win countless in the world.

Somehow, seeing Zhu Xi's back, Yang Ping's mind echoed the golden wind's meeting with rain and dew. If the two feelings were long, would they be sad and beautiful day and night. Zhu Xi, like a skillful fiber cloud, danced in the mortal world. He was a sad fairy. He looked out from the fence alone. He had some sadness, which made him feel pity and couldn't help it.

The sudden possession is not enough for Yang Ping to experience Zhu Xi's mood at the moment. The Pearl reminded him before he left. He suddenly woke up. All along, his heart is empty and he feels that he is missing something. Now he finally understands that beauty is right in front of him. Why not cherish the people in front of him.

No matter what Zhu Xi's character is, he doesn't care. Even if he doesn't know how to cook, he will cater to him.

With such a beautiful back, Yang Ping couldn't help but know that the time for them to break the ice has come. He has decided to make a good confession and imagine a better life in the future. There is no one here, and it's a good time to get along.

He fantasized and took firm steps.

The dawn of victory shone on his face. Yang Ping felt the joy of the spring breeze, showed a gentle smile, stood side by side with Zhu Xi, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and sang in his heart, you are the wind, I am the sand, you are the moon, and I am the stars around you.

The artistic conception is very good and the opportunity is excellent. You can't miss it.

It's easy to be on a whim. Yang Ping took advantage of her palpitation and stood beside Zhu Xi. However, when she wanted to say those words that were easy to say in ordinary days, she suddenly found that she couldn't open her mouth. His emotions that had been brewing for a long time collapsed quietly under Zhu Xi's cold gaze.

I wiped it!

This shouldn't be the case. Yang Ping tried to squeeze out a smile, but Zhu Xi's indifferent face, the destroyer's good atmosphere and the opportunity to talk to each other went with the wind. And it's still a cold wind.

"Something?" said Zhu Xi coldly.

Yang Ping coughed, shook his head and said, "No."

Zhu Xi narrowed her eyes and frowned, "if you can say the good reason why you came to my room and stood next to me, I can forgive your rogue behavior. If you can't say it, you are prohibited from entering my room from today on."

Yang Ping opened her mouth, whispered, and slept in a trough. Where was her former coquettish? She pretended to force her to pick up girls, but it didn't work in front of Zhu Xi. He finally understood the truth that he was actually a pure teenager.

It should be!

"Zhu Xi... In fact, I..." Yang Ping faced Zhu Xi's eyes, clenched his teeth and prepared to have a good talk. Even if it didn't work, he could at least go further and don't have to be angry with each other as before.

"Go out." Zhu Xi sneered and interrupted.

"Do you want to go out? If I go out, I won't have face," Yang Ping thought to himself. Whether to have a showdown or not, he took his heart out with Zhu Xi. After all, Zhu Xi is a girl and shy, but he is a man. He should move forward boldly.

She looked up and held her head high. Yang Ping was just Zhu Xi's eyes. Seeing the high cold in her eyes, she felt unhappy. She didn't know where the courage came from. She pressed one hand on the window, making Zhu Xi fall into a circle.

This is the standard wall thump position.

They were very close and could smell each other's breathing. Yang Ping's breathing accelerated and banged. He had never been so excited to peek at the widow's bath at the foot of the mountain with the old man before.

Zhu Xi was knocked by the wall, and her indifferent disguise was finally torn. Her chest was like an electric shock, her body was sour and soft, and her two long legs leaned against the wall, panting violently.

Four eyes are opposite, time stops, as if everything is still, and only two people are looking at each other.

"Zhu Xi, I have something to tell you." Yang Ping hurriedly said for fear of missing the opportunity.

Zhu Xi lowered her head and didn't answer.

Yang Ping was stunned and secretly said, what does this mean, don't talk to me first, or are you shy and embarrassed. At this time, Yang Ping's IQ became zero. He couldn't see through Zhu Xi's ideas and was secretly anxious in his heart.

"If she doesn't speak, what will she do next?" Yang Ping's head is short circuited, trying to keep a wall thumping posture and swallow saliva.

Zhu Xi lowered her head, kept silent and died of Yang Ping. He doesn't know how to go on. Should he use some tough means or continue to maintain an elegant wall thump posture?

For a time, thinking was chaotic.

Yang Ping's head moved forward, her mouth approached, Zhu Xijiao's body trembled, her hands tightly lying on the wall, her body retracted, and instinctively wanted to avoid. However, Yang Ping's martial arts were excellent. He just judged Zhu Xi's turning track and followed it.

This is the advantage of practicing martial arts. It has a strong sense of spirit and is easy to find a lover's mouth.

"It seems that she doesn't object."

"This is definitely a good signal!"

Yang Ping was ecstatic. If it had been before, Zhu Xi would have slapped her. But this time, Zhu Xi turned her head, didn't scold, but just lowered her head. He knew the opportunity was coming and could take the opportunity to have a peerless wall thump.

"Zhu Xi." Yang Ping said in a hurry.

Zhu Xijiao's body vibrated. Hearing the soft call, she finally raised her head and looked at Yang Ping. This time, they looked at each other in the real sense. At that moment, countless kinds of dialogue appeared in their hearts, and finally they replaced it with silence.

Thousands of words are not worth looking at each other and tacit understanding in silence.

"I......" Yang Ping said in a trembling voice.

Zhu Xi lowered her head and began to avoid her eyes. Generally, girls are the most shy and easy to win their first kiss at this time. Although Yang Ping is not a master of practice, she feels the opportunity coming, so she is so excited that she palms hard.

Click!

Yang Ping stared round at the window and whispered, "no, it's so unlucky.".

The window was broken because he was too excited and had no control. He directly broke the window. Yang Ping leaned forward. When the glass broke, his body lost balance and his face hit the windowsill.

Lying trough, I'm going to practice the balance beam!

This is the only thought in Yang Ping's heart. Because Zhu Xi was frightened, it was difficult to keep his posture intact. Taking this opportunity, he kept a safe distance from him, and the flames of anger beat in his eyes.

Yang Ping covered his mouth until it was almost over and hurried out: "good night."

Zhu Xi took a deep breath, fiercely closed the door, leaned against the wall, his head was paste, and said, "what happened to me just now? When he approached, why didn't I hate it, but I had a kind of expectation?"

She was very angry and felt betrayed. Zhu Xi clenched her fist.

In the living room.

Yang Ping's back was full of sweat and murmured, "it's dangerous. He was almost killed."

He was so angry that he wasted the hard won opportunity to get along alone. It was too difficult to find such a good opportunity in the future. The excellent conditions created by the Pearl disappeared when the glass broke.

Pack up your mood and hold Ma Weiwei tightly to Zhen Ying's room. The girl is still playing with Mingzhu. Wang is reluctant to come back. At ten o'clock, Zhu Xi was still in the room, and the others didn't go home.

Yang Ping leaned on the sofa and smoked. Before long, Zhen Ying and Wang came back.

The two women talked and laughed. They were as close as sisters. They also held hands. Without looking at Yang Ping, they went straight back to the room, leaving him stunned.

Yang Ping lay on the sofa, sad to find that no beauty was willing to pay attention to him, shook his head, put aside his thoughts, closed his eyes and entered a state of insomnia. Outside the Washington District, a pair of cold and ruthless eyes always stare at 20 buildings, cold, heartless, mixed with bloody cruelty.

The next morning.

When Yang Ping got up, he received a text message, and the third round of rules had been sent.