What kind of perfume do you wear?
Lin Songyi felt particularly frightened.
It's obviously still an expressionless face of a 10,000-year-old iceberg, but he just lets out such a laugh, is this really good?
It's scary!
In the next moment, Lifeng's voice became cold as usual again, his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out two words indifferently: "Mentally retarded."
wants to match him and Liang Yiwei, isn't it mentally retarded?
He's a girl at heart, and he doesn't have any feelings for boys, let alone girls.
As soon as the words fell, Lin Songyi's eyes instantly widened as big as copper bells, and her fists clenched with a clattering sound.
She glared at Lifeng fiercely, and held back for a long time before she could hold back a sentence: "Good women don't fight with men!"
A smile flashed in Lifeng's deep and dark eyes, dazzling and dazzling, as spectacular and ephemeral as a meteor.
In the next second, the meteor disappeared without a trace, and his eyes were still dark, as if the meteor had never come.
In the end, Lifeng still gave the coat to Liang Yiwei.
Just a second before Liang Yiwei opened her mouth and said that she would wash it and return it to him, she preemptively dropped a sentence from the seal: "You don't have to pay it back."
Liang Yiwei held a black coat with a detached body temperature in her hand and looked at him in dismay.
However, Lifeng is not a person who is good at explaining, so he simply doesn't say anything, looks ahead without squinting, and continues to walk quietly.
Lin Songyi rolled her eyes, "Explain that you will die?" The cleanliness is so bad, are you sure you're really a Taurus and not a Virgo?"
Lifeng was wearing headphones and turned a deaf ear to Lin Songyi's words.
Accustomed to such a poor separation, Lin Songyi didn't bother to bother with him, and directly turned her head to explain the reason to Liang Yiwei: "He is in the late stage of cleanliness and is hopeless, he doesn't like others to get close to him, he doesn't like others to touch him, and he doesn't like to use things that others have used." After a pause, Lin Songyi met Liang Yiwei's eyes: "So, this coat, you either lose it or keep it, anyway, it is impossible to take it back from the seal."
Liang Yiwei lowered her eyes and slowly put on her wide coat, and in an instant, the residual faint body temperature wrapped her, warm and reassuring.
The coat was full of his unique scent, faint, similar to mint flavor, mixed with a faint orchid fragrance, clear and clean, refreshing.
Liang Yiwei couldn't help but sniff.
A huge question mark popped up in my head.
What perfume does he wear?
Why does it smell so good.
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The group came to a fork in the road and was suddenly attracted by a heart-rending cry.
There was an embarrassed woman half-leaning on the corner of the wall, her whole body was soaked, and her makeup was washed away by the rain, which looked a little terrifying.
She ...... Terminally ill?" Lin Songyi looked at the woman who was crying fiercely for a while, and turned her head to look at Lifeng.
Lifeng ignored her, wearing white millet headphones and holding a black umbrella, standing quietly under the dim street lamp, looking mysterious and indifferent.
The rapid bell of the bicycle sounded behind him, and Lin Songyi hurriedly leaned into the corner to make way for the bicycle.
"Is there any common sense? Didn't know this is a single lane?! How did your parents teach you?! No morality at all! “
The bicycle swept past Lin Songyi, and the wind mixed with the scolding sound blew Lin Songyi's short hair, and the wheels of the bicycle stirred up the rain on the ground, splashing Lin Songyi's body.