In the afternoon, Luo Qingying finished working part-time in the city, and on the way back to school, she received a message from the seal carving club, asking her to participate in the activity at half past six in the evening.

Luo Qingying went back to the dormitory to take a shower, eat, and looked at the time to go to the club.

Seeing her, the president's expression flashed unnaturally, and his eyes unconsciously followed her, saying, "Students, please sit in your seats, we have to learn a new knife technique." ”

At the end of the event, Luo Qingying packed up her things and was about to leave, when suddenly the lights in the classroom went out and fell into darkness.

"Wow!" exclaimed the man who walked behind, and soon whistled and applauded.

Luo Qingying also saw that fluorescent words and a heart-shaped pattern appeared on the blackboard little by little, and the words read: "Luo Qingying, I have liked you for a long time." ”

The light was turned on again, and the president's senior brother held a large bouquet of roses in his arms and walked nervously towards Luo Qingying.

"Senior sister, I like you, can you be my girlfriend?"

Luo Qingying was stunned.

"Promise him, you're worthy!" someone coaxed.

The two are indeed a bit of a match when they stand together, the senior brother is tall, with a good appearance and a cheerful personality, and she is quiet and beautiful, she is a talented woman in everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the door: "Senior brother, you have to ask me if I agree first." ”

Luo Qingying turned around suddenly, unable to believe his eyes.

Everyone else looked at him in shock, and the senior brother's cheeks flushed even more.

Fu Peiming walked over, grabbed Luo Qingying's hand, and pulled her away.

Suddenly, the classroom was plunged into darkness again, and all that was left was the flashing fluorescent words and heart-shaped shapes on the blackboard.

On the way to the accommodation, it was quiet in the car.

After a long time, Fu Peiming spoke: "Are you not happy to see me, or are you not happy that I interrupted others to confess to you?"

"Nope. Luo Qingying whispered, not looking at him.

Fu Peiming's expression was solemn.

Back at his residence, he looked at Luo Qingying, who was following behind, and his eyes darkened.

Pull her into your arms and gaze down.

Her preoccupied appearance made him faintly irritable.

She didn't like to open up with him, and he felt that.

Could it be that his relationship with her will be as difficult as he is with Shen Muqing.

"Tell me, don't you really want to see me?" he said, holding her face and staring into her eyes.

There was a flash of water in Luo Qingying's eyes, and she had already said to herself a hundred times in her heart not to cry.

Evasively hugged him, buried his face in his neck socket, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Fu Peiming's eyes deepened, and he hugged her back to the room.

She took the initiative to kiss him, but when he entered, he was stagnant and astringent, and she was not emotional enough at all.

His face turned ugly, and he almost wanted to withdraw.

But feeling that she was holding him tightly, he endured it.

She frowned, looking at him a little bewildered.

He patiently got her for a while, and finally got better.

"What the hell are you thinking, don't like me anymore, want to break up?" he asked with a calm face.

The word breakup made Luo Qingying's face white, "Do you want to break up?"

Fu Peiming froze abruptly and stopped there.

Unspeakable anger surged up, and his face was stormy.

"Don't make me a joke, and don't make yourself a joke!"

He pulled away, left her there, and got up to get dressed.

Luo Qingying's tears welled up, she got up and rushed over to hug him, pushed him back to the bed, and sat back on top of him.

Fu Peiming was stunned.

"No difference!" she burst into tears, but her expression was stubborn, "You promised to get married!"

Fu Peiming put his hand around her waist, his eyes dark, "Then why do you always mess with me?"

Luo Qingying roared in her heart, because she had no sense of security, because she was tired!

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly calmed down and said, "Because I hate you!"

Fu Peiming raised his eyebrows.

"Because I don't know how to get along with you. She continued, her voice lowered, "It's not fun to fall in love at all. ”

Fu Peiming was stunned and smiled, "Yes, it's really not fun to fall in love." ”

Luo Qingying leaned down and kissed him, "It's not fun to fall in love, but this is fun." ”

Fu Peiming was slightly sluggish.

Luo Qingying's heart was actually very blocked, she couldn't find an exit, and she wanted to die.

I want to give up, but I will despair to nothingness when I give up.

She doesn't know how to love someone, and she hasn't learned it since she was a child.

In the middle of the night, she lay on Fu Peiming and hugged his broad shoulders, and suddenly said, "Otherwise, I'll go back to Yuecheng with you, and stop studying." ”

Fu Peiming smiled when she said and asked casually, "Why?"

Luo Qingying didn't speak.

She felt exhausted, lost her direction, and was bored in her study life.

Fu Peiming hugged her, gradually fell asleep, and whispered in a daze: "I will try to come to Beicheng to accompany you, don't think too much, study hard." ”

Luo Qingying lay down beside him and looked at him.

Sometimes I think he is actually quite good, whether he loves her in his heart or not, he does try his best to maintain their relationship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to call her and come to see her.

But Luo Qingying wouldn't tell him that she didn't feel secure about intimacy at all.

In this world, the people who gave birth to her and raised her don't love her, not to mention that he has no emotional foundation for her.

In the early morning, Fu Peiming suddenly woke up with a rapid sobbing sound.

He looked at Luo Qingying who was lying beside him in surprise.

Her body was tense, her eyes were closed, there were tear stains in the corners of her eyes, and she kept snorting.

Suddenly, she stopped sobbing, seemed stunned, and slowly opened her eyes.

"What kind of dream did you have to be so sad?" Fu Peiming looked at her with a strange expression, "You resent me in your dream?"

Luo Qingying was stunned, her heart hurt like a tear, and she said in a low voice, "No." ”

She dreamed of her biological father.

And I dreamed that he said cruel things to her again.

In fact, Luo Qingying wanted to leave the Luo family a few years ago.

She saved pocket money to ask a private detective to find her biological father and wanted to live with him, but she didn't expect him to say ruthlessly: "Do you think I have the ability to raise a young lady, I can't even support myself!"

She cried and said that she could support herself if she didn't want him to raise her, but he pushed her away and left without hesitation, yelling: "Cry like a broom star, don't follow me!"

Since then, she has hated crying because of her father's words, "crying like a broom star."

For her, crying is vulnerable, useless, and disliked.

"Really not?" Fu Peiming didn't believe her words.

Luo Qingying suddenly looked at him and answered the question, "What would you do if I asked you to be nice to me like she did?"

Fu Peiming was silent.