Being accused like this, Lu Qingran felt that he was like a negative scumbag at the moment.

"I'm sorry, it's my brother." Lu Qingran reached out and rubbed the top of the girl's hair.

Very supple, like a cat's cub, soft and slippery, easy to touch.

inexplicably made him a little in love.

He lowered his head slightly, leaned in front of her, and looked at her: "It's my brother's mistake, don't be sad, okay?" ”

The eyes that were still bright in the morning were covered with a layer of mist, and the corners of the eyes were slightly red.

Her fair cheeks were stained with tears, making her look weak and fragile.

Lu Qingran's heart was suddenly pricked by something, and she was a little at a loss: "I shouldn't be so impulsive, I'm really sorry." ”

He didn't bring any paper, so he could only reach out and wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and his voice was so gentle that he couldn't speak: "It's late, let's go home first." ”

The girl pursed her lips a little pale, and followed him quietly, obediently following his pace, without making a sound.

Xi Hanyan's non-response made Lu Qingran's always calm mind suddenly chaotic.

The wrist he was holding in his palm was soft, but it was very hot, burning his heart.

But he was reluctant to let go, and there was an inexplicable greed in his heart, and he felt that he should hold her like this.

He's an older brother, what's wrong with him holding her?

When we arrived at the bus stop, the crowd was crowded.

It just so happened that this train arrived at the station, and everyone jumped to it, tired enough from a day's study, and wanted to go home early.

Xi Hanyan was caught in the middle, and was hit by the reckless boy behind him, and his body fell forward by inertia.

A hand around her waist pulled her back before falling into the man's arms.

The young man's clear body fragrance enveloped her, and Xi Hanyan could feel the heart beating too fast in the chest behind her against her back.

Plop plop plop and never get tired of it.

Progress announcements rang out in due course.

[Strategy Progress: 61.3%]

Xi Hanyan licked his somewhat dry lips, a little excited.

She seems to have found a breakthrough in the strategy.

Lu Qingran was really sullen, and he was indifferent to his own initiative.

Once he put her in a passive position, he stuck to himself.

But it doesn't feel bad, does it?

Lu Qingran protected Xi Hanyan and looked at the person who hit her just now.

The boy was about to squeeze into the car, when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar from behind, and immediately turned his head: "What are you dragging me for?" Let go of me. ”

Lu Qingran frowned: "You bumped into my sister." ”

The boy was fierce and didn't admit it: "Neurotic! There are so many people, why did I bump into her? ”

Lu Qingran's tone was a little cold: "I saw it, so please apologize." ”

With such a delay, the bus was already crowded.

There was no way, the boy had to wait for the next trip.

He turned around angrily and threw the bag behind his back: "There's something wrong with you, isn't there?" If you look for trouble, don't look at who Lao Tzu is! ”

The boy is tall and strong, half a head taller than Lu Qingran, and under the sleeves of his wide school uniform, his arm muscles are looming.

In his eyes, Lu Qingran is a weak chicken who can't help himself, and if he punches down, it is estimated that his little white face will be concave.

As the words fell, the fist poured into the wind.

The students of the third middle school, who also didn't have time to get on the bus, let out a burst of exclamation.

The fist was about to smash into Lu Qingran's face, and everyone's hearts were raised.

They think that this good-looking boy is finished, and if he punches him like this, he will probably be disfigured.

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