And what detonated was Yan Hui's move to turn around and leave without saying a word.

This made the nameless fire in Zhuo Nan's heart instantly turn into a three-flavor true fire, and nothing could be extinguished, so it could only be waved freely.

"That's good," the two stared at each other for a long time, Yan Hui, who originally thought that he would turn his face over this, actually compromised first, "You have to go to a place with me first, I have a hand injury and can't drive." ”

Zhuo Nan was pulled by Yan Hui to the base of the wall behind the boys' dormitory in such a daze, and followed Yan Hui out in a daze, until he followed him to a white Bentley, Zhuo Nan's confused state suddenly sobered up.

Neurotic! What am I running away with him?

It's sobriety

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