Han Jingshen stood under the bus stop sign, waiting for one bus after another to pass in front of him.

Ji Xiaofan said that he would get off at this bus stop, and he didn't remember the way home, so Han Jingshen came to pick her up.

Passers-by can't help but look at this teenager in jeans and a white T-shirt when they see him.

starry eyebrows and sword eyes, with tough and handsome facial features, which star do they think it is?

Han Jingshen frowned, very impatient with the gaze of passers-by.

Even if those people have eyes full of appreciation. It also made Han Jingshen unhappy, men are different from women, in Han Jingshen's world, men survive by fists, and women rely on their faces.

Han Jingshen has never waited for anyone, this is the first time.

Ji Xiaofan's car was not very slow, it took about 10 minutes.

However, these 10 minutes or so can be described as an unprecedented record for Han Jingshen.

Waiting for Ji Xiaofan to get out of the car, watching the girl come over, Han Jingshen said impatiently:

"Grinding and chirping, are you sitting on a snail?"

When Ji Xiaofan got off the bus, he saw a teenager in a white T-shirt, leaning on the bus stop sign, looking lazy and impatient.

Then, Xiao Fan saw Han Jingshen's hair cut short.

The yellow hair has been cut clean. Hair color has been restored to its previous color.

Han Jingshen's handsome facial features are no longer covered by the half-length and not short hair.

With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, just standing there like a landscape painting.

Ji Xiaofan suddenly thought that when Han Jingshen broke into the fire before he died, he was almost the same as he was at this time, and his hair was so short. It's a little prickly to the touch, but it's extremely reassuring.

Ji Xiaofan felt something, walked over and stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and touched the hair on the back of Han Jingshen's head.

Sure enough, it was the same as the impression in the previous life, and it was hard and a little hard.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Jingshen impatiently reached out and waved Ji Xiaofan's hand away.

Originally, Han Jingshen cut such a hairstyle, and he was very resistant, but now that Ji Xiaofan met, he touched his head without saying a word, Han Jingshen felt like a puppy, so he opened Ji Xiaofan's hand.

When he looked back, he found that Ji Xiaofan had tears in his eyes.

At this time, a crystal tear in the corner of his eye inadvertently fell to the ground.

Han Jingshen was stunned for a moment.

Did he hurt her?

Why is she crying?

"Why are you crying so well? I didn't say anything about you. Han Jingshen watched her cry, a little at a loss.

Ji Xiaofan looked at him at a loss, and remembered that in the fire, Han Jingshen was also holding her tearful face like this, helpless.

Ji Xiaofan raised his hand and wanted to wipe away his tears, but the tears fell like beads with broken threads.

"I'm fine, the sand is blind, and my eyes hurt a little." Ji Xiaofan made this lame excuse.

Han Jingshen looked at her more and more tears were wiped, and he didn't know what was wrong with her, thinking of the look of affection on his face when he reached out to touch his hair just now.

Han Jingshen wouldn't coax her, so he took her hand at this time and raised it next to his sideburns.

"Don't cry, you don't like to prick your hands, you want to touch you enough."

When Ji Xiaofan was crying, listening to Han Jingshen's words, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Who rarely touches your prickly head." Ji Xiaofan wiped his tears and pulled his hand back.

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Small Theatre:

Sister Fan: Who rarely touches your head.

Brother Shen: Which one do you want to touch?

Sister Fan: You guess~

PS: Baby, can you guess it?

In the past two days, I stayed up a little bit late, first six watches, and continued to ten watches during the day.

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