Zheng Beili didn't expect that in the next three or four days, Lin Hanmiao used this reason to refuse her invitation to play games together.

"Do you think he doesn't want to pay attention to me and use this as an excuse?" Zheng Beili lay on the bed and looked at the clinical Zhou Wanqing.

Zhou Wanqing didn't know what was wrong with Lin Hanmiao, she had always had a strong sense of crisis, and she thought about the worst outcome: "Does he think it's too annoying for you to play games with him every night?" ”

Zheng Beili's raised head instantly fell: "It's possible, then I'll stop bothering him these days, and I'll play by myself." ”

Zheng Beili slowly turned her head back, and her pitiful appearance made Zhou Wanqing can't help but want to laugh.

Lin Hanmiao felt that his roommate was probably crazy. I don't go to class during the day, and I play cards all night at night, so I have to pull him along.

Every time he hit for a while, he was so sleepy that he finally climbed into bed in a daze and fell asleep, and was woken up by bursts of laughter from his roommates in the middle of the night.

Even if he didn't want to have any conflicts or intersections with anyone, the behavior of these people really made him unable to endure it anymore.

Lin Hanmiao was as sleepy this morning as he had been in the past few days, and his eyelids were about to be opened, and even Liao Jinchu and the others found that his mental state was not very good.

After being woken up by the teacher who came over to sleep on the table in the afternoon, Lin Hanmiao took a deep breath and felt the need to communicate with his roommates about turning off the lights.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he first returned to the dormitory tonight, several people did not gather to play cards, but each lay on the bed and did their own thing, such a scene made his somewhat swollen head a little relaxed.

It wasn't until Lin Hanmiao was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone like before that he noticed a slight difference.

Opening the WeChat interface, Lin Hanmiao opened the chat dialog box with Zheng Beili, and after confirming that no new messages had been sent, he felt a little indescribable loss in his heart.

Lin Hanmiao's fingers lightly touched the screen, swiped down, and glanced at the previous chat records of the two of them.

Is this what habit does? Lin Hanmao thought about it, and the finger that touched the screen suddenly curled up.

How long has it been since he met someone so gentle?

It seemed like he couldn't remember it for so long.

Obviously, he tried hard to repel everyone and everything around him, but when a little sun-like person slowly approached him, he couldn't help but want to take that step.

Although there is no definite answer, and I am afraid that I am thinking too much about my own feelings, Lin Hanhao still has a rough idea of Zheng Beili's behavior pestering him every day. What was the reason for not refusing in the first place, he himself couldn't tell.

Maybe it's because no one has cared about him all the time, even if Zheng Beili did something different from what he thought when Jin Xiao celebrated his birthday, the messages sent to him after the dinner really made him feel a warmth that he hadn't felt at home for a long time.

But such a warm person, would he really like him who is good for nothing but this face?

Lin Hanmiao didn't control his hand, subconsciously clicked on Zheng Beili's avatar, stared at the cute little orange cat for a while, and then put down the phone and stared straight at the ceiling.

He also had a little orange cat when he was a child, and at that time he was always at home by himself, only the kitten accompanied him, spending cold nights after nights.

In the ice and snow, he really wants to have a warm sun.