After saying that, I wanted to bite off my tongue.

Why can't I control my emotions every time I see him?

It's a bit inexplicable.

Bu Yanxi frowned in annoyance, but heard him "snort" softly, "If you don't appear in front of me, I won't be invited to tea." ”

As he spoke, there was a sudden silence.

The students in the classroom were almost gone, the winter nights always came quickly, the cold black swept in through the window, and the faint street lamps flickered in his eyes, just standing quietly, but he could also see the stunned.

He didn't mean to target, but every time he saw the disdain between this girl's eyebrows, intentionally or unintentionally, it made him feel irritable.

In those few seconds, he felt embarrassed, and Bu Yanxi also felt embarrassed, so he fell silent invariably.

Fang Luoluo looked at her, and then at Ming Yuyan, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong between them, but he couldn't see why.

There was an unbearable atmosphere in the air.

"Uh, I'll go to the bathroom." Fang Luoluo couldn't stand this weird atmosphere a little, so he made an excuse and slipped out of the classroom, then took a deep breath of fresh air, and muttered with palpitations, "What's the situation with these two people?" Why does it feel so ambiguous......"

Fang Luoluo's walk away greatly alleviated the stalemate.

Bu Yanxi calmly lifted the colored chalk and drew a continuous sea of flowers on the blackboard.

At this time, there were only two of them left in the classroom.

She pursed her lips unconsciously, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the white light, reminiscent of the cold rain in the depths of winter, cold to the bone.

Ming Yuyan looked at it for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and stretched out her hand to point to a flower she had just drawn, "It's crooked." ”

He was half-sideways, his bony right hand next to her right hand, and the whole person seemed to hug behind her back.

The sultry voice suddenly came close to her ears, and Bu Yanxi was startled for a moment, and instinctively took a step back.

However, this retreat happened to crash into his arms.

The back touched something big enough to support it.

She suddenly tensed and turned her head in annoyance, "What are you doing?!" ”

but fell into a pair of clear brown eyes.

At such a close distance, her breath was ambiguous, and her breathing suddenly became a little chaotic.

As if not aware of her emotions, the boy put down his hand and looked at her with a rare seriousness in his eyes.

“Tu m'interesses.”

In the next second, he moved his beautiful thin lips, and his words were low and slow, containing a strange and peaceful elegance.

Bu Yanxi was stunned for a moment, and wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, "Huh? ”

Her reaction was dazed and puzzled.

Ming Yuyan hooked her lips with satisfaction, took a step back and let go of her, "I said, your flower painting is crooked." With a faint reminder, he walked straight to the podium, hid the basketball in the broom and mop, and walked out of the classroom without looking at her again.

Until his figure disappeared in the doorway.

Bu Yanxi suddenly came back to her senses.

Cut, what a handsome play!

She turned her gaze to the blackboard—

The petals of a flower that had just been drawn were crooked.

She pursed her lips with a complicated expression, picked up the chalk and wanted to change it, but the perfect face that was close at hand flashed in front of her in a trance.

Tu m'interesses.

It's probably so close that even if you can't understand it, you can remember his pronunciation clearly.

With a touch of seductive elegance.

It's French.

She thought silently.

However, does it really mean "your flower painting is crooked"?

The thought flashed through her, and she secretly laughed at her own heart, shook her head, and forced herself to focus on the unfinished blackboard.