It takes two days to transfer to another school, and Xi Hanyan still has to go to the third middle school for the time being.

After Lu Qingran sent her on the bus, she went to take her own trip.

Watching the young man's tall figure disappear, Xi Hanyan lowered his eyes and looked at his red and swollen left hand.

It was mottled with scars, and there was still the burning body temperature of the young man.

When he let go of her, there seemed to be a slight friction.

Xi Hanyan was sure that it was not her delusion.

She leaned lazily on the back of the bus seat, her long satin hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

The half of the face that was slightly sideways was as white as snow, and under the small bridge of the nose, the pink lips were slightly hooked with a pleasing arc.

In the entire carriage, whether it was a tired office worker or a sleepy student party, they all looked at her at this moment.

She exuded an unknown magic all over her body, making them stare at each other and stunned in unison.

And Xi Hanyan didn't care about them, she stretched out her thin white fingers and lightly buckled them on the edge of the window.

Lu Qingran, what a sullen boy.

*

As the night deepened, a bright moon slowly floated in the sky, sowing its gentle seeds to the earth.

As far as the eye can see, it seems to be covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

Xi Hanyan followed the flow of people from No. 3 Middle School to go out, and saw a familiar figure at the gate from a distance.

Lu Qingran is extremely outstanding in his own right, with a tall figure, a gentle and handsome face, and a warm temperament.

Even in the inky night, it was like a hot lamp, making everyone notice him in an instant.

He was surrounded by a group of young girls, blushing and stumbling at him.

Lu Qingran always lowered her head gently, listened carefully, and was not so anxious to interrupt them.

Xi Hanyan tilted his head, thought for a second, and then lowered his head quietly.

She quickened her steps and walked past them without stopping.

When she walked out of the gate and was about to walk to the bus stop, her wrist was gently and domineeringly grabbed.

Xi Hanyan raised her head and met a pair of light brown eyes, and she subconsciously looked at the place where he was standing just now.

The group of crimson-faced girls were looking in their direction in shock, their eyes full of astonishment.

Xi Hanyan collided with the eyes of the leading girl.

The shyness in her eyes when she faced Lu Qingran just now had long been replaced by resentment.

is more of her undisguised jealousy of Xi Hanyan.

Lu Qingran was a little unhappy in her heart, and the corners of her lips pursed slightly: "Didn't you see my brother just now?" ”

"Yes, I saw it." Xi Hanyan lowered his eyes, a little at a loss.

"Then why don't you come to me?" Lu Qingran's gentle voice was a little low.

Xi Hanyan pursed his lips, his thin white fingers twisting the hem of his wide school uniform.

The girl was quiet, Lu Qingran could see her jet-black head and delicate white cheeks, and the tip of her snow-white chin looked like the moon in the sky.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and a choked throat like a mosquito reached his ears.

Lu Qingran thought that the girl would shake him off, but she stretched out her other injured left hand and gently pulled it on the corner of his clothes.

He heard the girl say in a soft voice, "Because there are too many people around my brother, I can't plug in." ”

This is the first time Lu Qingran has heard Xi Hanyan call his brother.

The girl's voice was still slightly crying.

Lu Qingran instantly felt that he was wrong.

The little displeasure just now collapsed.

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Xi Hanyan: My brother has to be called on the blade.

Lu Qingran: I'm sorry for her, I repent.

This article is also known as "The Self-cultivation of the Drama Spirit Green Tea White Lotus"

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