A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and Xue Qing'er felt his hand loosen a little, and immediately three words popped out of his mouth: "Who are you?" ”

Hearing her small shout, the masked black-clothed man in front of him trembled heavily, let go of her neck, and ran frantically towards the outside of the North District.

Xue Qing'er squatted on the ground, coughed hard, coughed for a while, but found that there was an extra tissue in front of her.

Her eyes lifted and found that it was Li Chengbin, and Fang Cai's horror, fear, and the breathless feeling when she met the bad guy all turned into tears and welled up.

She lowered her head, buried her face between her knees, and began to cry.

Today, Jian Ange didn't come, as if she was sick, so she walked back slowly alone at night, but she didn't expect that just once, she met a bad person.

At this time, she only felt very aggrieved, very, very aggrieved, was she almost strangled to death?

It's hard to believe that such a person exists on campus.

As she cried, her mind flashed the hideous appearance of the man pinching her neck, making her breathless, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and in the end, it turned into more fierce tears and poured out.

On the way, when the students passed by, they saw a girl squatting there crying, and they all stopped to watch or laugh, and they didn't know what was happening.

Xue Qing'er felt the strangeness around her, so she didn't dare to show her face even more, and obviously felt that her eyes were already red and swollen, and they were tightly clinging to her trouser legs.

Li Chengbin stood there quietly, he had already taken back the paper towel that had not been sent out and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Seeing Xue Qing'er squatting there so weakly, his heart felt a slight pain.

The coat was taken off by him and gently covered the girl's body, Xue Qing'er felt that her body was warm, and the coat still carried his temperature.

Next, Li Chengbin directly picked up Xue Qing'er and walked towards a small road.

Because, he is so eye-catching, he doesn't like to be followed by a group of people.

Under a willow tree by the lake on campus, he put Xue Qing'er down and sat on a long chair.

Xue Qing'er turned her head a little apologetically.

She didn't dare to look at him, the boy who confessed to her in the rain today and was rejected.

Whether he meant it or not, it was clear that she had hurt him during the day.

His eyes were red, and tears were still hanging in the corners of his eyes.

She lifted her sleeves to dry them, got up and walked away.

Li Chengbin suddenly hugged her tightly, tightly, only letting her show a pair of eyes and a nose to breathe.

Xue Qing'er was already crying at the moment and had no strength, so she closed her eyes like that, stood quietly, and let him hug her tightly.

At the same time, Jian Ange, who has been infected with wind and cold in the past few days, is walking by the lake, he is wearing a white shirt, his lips are slightly white, and he covers his mouth with his hands and coughs from time to time while walking.

He found a chair by the lake and sat down, casually looking at the night illuminated by the lights.

And, his gaze quickly fixed on the two people by the lake, if he was not mistaken, it was Xue Qing'er, she was being held tightly by a boy.

Judging from the height and hairstyle, it should be Li Chengbin.

He stood up, pursed his lips tightly, and turned again, coughing hoarsely, as he walked the way he had come.

But the girl not far away shouted to him: "Jian Ange-"

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