Back at school, I'm not comfortable yet, after all, I can't be as comfortable as home.

On this day, I just returned to the dormitory after class, and I saw Zhou Xiaoyi standing in front of me with red eyes, hugging me and crying loudly.

Well? What's the situation? After a while I felt a chill in my clothes, not just her tears, but more snot......

I pulled her away, and her eyes were full of grievances:

"Qi Ji, I'm out of love."

"Don't be so sad about falling out of love, there will be better."

"How can you be so uncomforting!" She pouted, "You should say that the loss of a gentle and lovely beautiful girl like me is the loss of a scumbag like him!" ”

I feel that at this moment, I am like Zhou Xiaoyi's mother, I want to comfort her, a squeamish and wronged little daughter, forget it, it's just such a little girl, I touched her head: "Okay, don't cry, my cute little princess, go, go and sing." ”

Then I took Zhou Xiaoyi to KTV, and the first song she ordered was the blockbuster "Love When You Die", and then she finished singing with a roar.

Don't look at her small size, I have to admit that her ultrasound attacks are very lethal, and my heart is about to explode.

"Do I sing well?"

"Okay, that's good......" I covered my heart.

"Welcome to Ms. Zhou Xiaoyi's concert!"

After that, I spent the most difficult time in my life, Zhou Xiaoyi not only had a big voice, but also invited me to dance awkwardly, I was lazy and terminally ill with cancer, and I couldn't run long and let me dance awkwardly, and I was almost tired and half dead.

"Qi Ji, you are too rotten, a new generation of young people like us, articles are no longer spiritual food."

I slumped on the sofa, looking at Zhou Xiaoyi, who was still full of energy, I felt very uncomfortable, why should I pay attention to this, Zhou Xiaoyi didn't count her drinking, shouldn't I have to carry her back?

Finally she was tired, she hugged my arm and muttered, "What's wrong with me, I'm so cute, why, why don't you want me to ......"

She started crying again, like a child who has lost her favorite toy, and kept asking me, "Why, why don't you want me?" ”

In desperation, I had to comfort: "I want you, I want you, let's go, go back to the dormitory." ”

Then I crouched down, and she lay on my shoulder, and murmured:

"Well, go home!"