Mo Li snorted lightly, his eyes full of arrogance and indifference: "Then, what to do with this flower is also my business?"
"nature"
As soon as Han Xiangjin finished speaking, the bouquet of flowers drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air and accurately hit the trash can ten meters away. The "dong" sound was a perfect response to his seemingly free and unrestrained "naturalness"
"Uh-huh, actually it's not bad to practice your accuracy like this every day?" Clapping his hands, Moli glanced at him provocatively, turned around and left coolly.
"Moli..." Han Xiangjin was behind her, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, shining with an indescribable light. "You will only make me more and more interested in you..."
More and more determined to win
You must be mine!
——After class, on the rooftop of the rarely visited teaching building——
The fierce summer wind blew the corners of people's clothes. On the rooftop, two young men in black stood quietly. They were silent and facing each other, as if a war was about to break out.
"Why do you want to come back?" Su Mo put away his usual warm mask, and his brown eyes were as deep as frost.
"Of course... I want to find everything that belongs to me." With a faint smile on his lips, Han Xiangjin rubbed his soft hair that was blown by the wind, and his lips as red as roses slowly opened and closed: "I said