When the boy looked pitiful, Ji Shaoyou was about to leave.
"Bei Xiangyu, you..."
The woman was about to get angry, but the man called Bei Xiangyu jumped up and jumped behind Ji Shaoyou.
Time freezes in an instant...
The air was filled with sparks and sparks.
Ji Shaoyou turned around, gritted his teeth and looked back at the young man lying on his back.
The white shirt was stained with something red and green, losing its original monotony and cleanliness. The soft short hair was now like a chicken coop, messy and unsightly, but he could still be smelled close to the nose. The smell of his hair is like lemon, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. Although his delicate smile is not as charming as Ji Ying'er, dazzling Qingcheng, ethereal Dongchen Ye, Xia Junlin's domineering Chun Yunan's gentleness , but... that smiling face.
He smiled, he was really happy, wasn't he?
I seem to have never seen such a smiling face, so clean, as if a piece of white paper was dyed with bright colors, clean and pure, like a huge light-colored flower blooming slowly on the sea, his eyes narrowed, It seems like a crescent moon hanging on the deep blue sea...
Ji Shaoyou was stunned at that moment.
They didn't even see the woman behind them rushing towards them, but they stung their feet in pain from the broken glass they stepped on, and finally fell straight towards them...
boom.
A huge noise.
Ji Shaoyou's body fell straight down.
The young man on her body turned over and rested under her at that moment.
"Well...well..."
Ji Shaoyou lay on the boy's chest and could clearly hear the boy's muffled groans. His delicate face was as white as paper and there was no trace of anger.
Ji Shaoyou looked behind him in horror.
The enchanting bright red slowly seeped out from his back, dyeing his white shirt and his hair red.