The girl's smile was soft, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a puddle of water, sparkling and beautiful.

The corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with a hint of cunning.

It made his teeth itch as it did at the beginning.

Han Yue licked his back molars, squinted at Gu Zhixia, and sneered, "Everyone is responsible for helping the old, weak, sick and disabled, don't be sentimental, okay?" ”

Gu Zhixia was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression, "Old, weak, sick and disabled?"

She?

Old, weak, sick and disabled???

Han Yue smiled, his thin lips hooked up a vicious arc, "You are like this, you are weak, and there are ......"

He stared at Gu Zhixia directly, looked at her blank eyes, smiled even more playfully, approached her as if he was afraid that she would not hear clearly, and then bit the word heavily: "Brain dead"

As soon as Han Yue's voice fell, Gu Zhixia's ears exploded.

She immediately changed her face and raised her eyes incredulously, "You... You call me brain-dead?!"

Gu Zhixia's face instantly became complicated, like a color palette.

She was all too familiar with the word brain-dead.

She used to drag her to death, but she didn't scold, she carried it with people, and her favorite was to raise her chin and say in a sick voice: "You're brain-dead, aren't you?" ”

This word was very popular back then, and as a bad student who was at the forefront of the trend, she not only kept up with the trend, but also made it her spoken word for a while.

For this reason, after Han Yue was with her later, he complained with great disgust: "When you say this, it's more like a brain-dead"

It was also after that, that she never said it again.

So much so that now, Han Yue came out of the word coldly, and she couldn't figure out what he meant.

She thought about it for a moment.

After listening to her words, Han Yue said very frankly, "Yes, I'm just scolding you."

When Gu Zhixia heard this, he raised his head and complained dissatisfiedly, "You! Have you forgotten? You said that using this word to scold people is more like brain-dead!"

She glared at him angrily.

The eyes are wide open, and the expression is vivid and interesting.

It is completely different from the depressed and forbearant appearance that was just forced by Jian Chuan.

Han Yue lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes with an unfathomable light.

That's right.

Restraint, forbearance, and suppressed emotions should not appear on this face.

Han Yue stared at the obvious redness on the left side of her face, and her gaze became a little cold, "Just remember"

Jian Chuan deliberately smashed her, the force was naturally not small, and the red area under her eyes was obviously swollen a little.

When he looked at her at that moment, it was the scene of her being smashed and sitting on the ground, covering her face without saying a word.

Immediately afterward, I saw her stand up calmly, as if her brows were not furrowed.

He looked at her and his heart throbbed for no apparent reason.

Once upon a time, this man had scratched a little bit of his skin, so he came to him and asked him to blow it.

Now, are you tolerant of pain?

He reached out and pressed his fingertips to the spot where she had turned red.

The girl immediately shrunk her shoulders, her little face wrinkled, and she screamed "ah".

Gu Zhixia was about to reach out and take Han Yue's hand, but he was caught by the boy.

His palm was close to Gu Zhixia's wrist, and the temperature was hot.

"What are you doing?" She looked at him with wariness in her eyes, as if she was afraid that he would be ruthless again.

Han Yue just raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked her, "Why didn't you smash it back just now?"

Gu Zhixia didn't expect him to ask such a question, thought for a while, and said truthfully: "Because I can't beat him."

There were several of them, and it was impossible for her to get a little favor.

After hearing this, Han Yue suddenly sneered, "Can't beat it?"

"You didn't necessarily beat anyone before, but you were much more arrogant than you are now"

Gu Zhixia raised his eyebrows helplessly, and said unconcernedly: "This time is different from the past, Zuo Yu used to cover me, so ......"