Part Two Chapter Eight His words made my heart beat
...My bones were numb from his pain. Now I was angry and wanted to laugh. I endured the laughter and put on a serious face: "Then you swear, you will never do this to me again."
It’s funny, I’ll forgive you!”
"Then what if you fall in love with me and I fall in love with you, do we want platonic love?" He said with a smirk on his lips.
"..." I'm so angry, 555555555, who will save me? Now I feel like I'm going to cry because of this bad boy Yun Junche: "Yun Junche! Have you become an idiot?"
?" For the first time, I was driven crazy by the popularity. I wanted to hit the wall, die, or commit suicide. Let me be struck to death by lightning.
"Forget it, I swear, I will never tease you like this again." His evil smile gradually became serious, and the hand that originally grabbed my arm changed to holding my hand: "Unless I
Until I truly fall in love with you!"
"Thump...thump..." Looking at his serious expression, my heart suddenly beat faster and faster for some reason.
He rarely shows a serious expression, either evil or gloomy. When he is serious, I think he is so charming...
"So, how about I call you Mengmeng from now on, and you call me Che from now on?" He lowered his head, kept the same height as me, and showed me a smile, and this time the smile was not evil.
Not a bad smile, but a gentle smile...
"Let go!" I shook his hand awkwardly.
But he refused to let go no matter what: "Scream first and listen!"
I can't scream. I'm depressed. I feel numb. Who can help me?
Just then...
A hand pulled my arm hard. The reason why I use this word to describe it is that my arm hurt from being pulled by that hand.
With a strong tug, my hand was separated from Yun Junche's.
Yun Junche straightened up, his eyes bent towards the person holding my arm, and he showed an evil smile. He looked up...
It's Hanluo Yin.
I can't describe his expression at this moment. It's different from the previous coldness. It's too scary...
His expression was gloomy, his eyes filled with anger, even his hand holding my arm...
It hurt so much, it felt like he was going to crush my arm.
"Han..." I frowned, my expression full of pain. At this moment, facing his oppression, it was so difficult for me to even speak.
I really don't understand what's wrong with him. It was clear that he was fine when I asked him for the key to the broadcast room, but now he is so angry.
Is it because of Luo Xinran? Didn’t he say not to hurt me? Why are you holding my arm so angry now?
He was still explaining Yun Junche with a gloomy expression and good eyes.
Yun Junche pointed at me and smiled evilly: "Yin, Mengmeng's arm is about to be broken by you."
After hearing what he said, Han Luoyin let go of my arm.
I let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed and squeezed my arms.
I may not have had a good dream today. First I was teased by the bastard Yun Junche, and now I was tortured by Han Luoyin.
Damn it, can I accept my bad luck? Who told me to know these two people! In my opinion, the only normal one among the three of them is Han Xiye. (Idiot, in fact, he is the most abnormal one. I don’t believe you.