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88 A Romantic Confession Attack!

Zhong Jingping looked at me with a smile. "Han Diandian, you look so funny."

"Aren't you the same? Hahahaha." I also laughed wildly. I expected that my company would be like him, with scars from being caught. So, it is still scary for women to fight.

"Who wins this time?" she asked.

"Let's draw...Suddenly..." - -

"Well, I'm going home first. I can't damage my image. Bye." She yawned and left with her hair even messier. I'm dizzy! Your image is fighting with me for the nth time.

The time is long gone.

The fourth game! Draw.

- - ……

I got up and straightened my hair. Although it had no effect, I secretly prepared to go home.

Just when I came out, I suddenly found that Xia Ouchen was not far from here, standing there coolly. The important thing is that he seemed to have seen me. It was over, it was over, I was seen looking so ugly.

.It would be a shame to die.

I started running, trying to escape. After a few steps, my arm was grabbed by someone. Needless to say, it was Xia Ouchen. I lowered my head and didn't dare to raise it.

He grabbed my chin and carefully raised my head. "Oh my God." He took a breath, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of worry and distress.

"Isn't it a little too harsh?" He couldn't help but growl. But then he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, so he covered his mouth cutely and stared with two bulging eyes.

"My dear, you are almost the same as me." I said with a smile, looking very proud.

He wanted to refute, but didn't say anything. Then he grabbed my hand and walked towards a certain direction.

"Where to go?" I wondered.

"Go to the infirmary." He replied with a very bad temper. "If you want to fight, you have to see if you are capable. Come back with a fight like this."

"Are you feeling sorry for Zhong Jingping?" I said angrily, this bastard.

The man in front seemed to lower his head helplessly.

"Yes, yes..." and then he agreed. "Damn! Xia Ouchen! What do you mean?" I stared at him with some dissatisfaction, shook off his hand, and actually admitted it.

"You won't believe what I just said." His face turned dark.

"What do you believe? It's actually true." Hum.

"You can't even hear your perfunctory tone. You are such an idiot." He raised his voice and scolded me.

"Just say it if you feel sorry for Zhong Anjing! Why are you calling me a fool!" I roared. You actually yelled at me for that Zhong Anjing. Xia Ouchen!!!

"What's the point! Do you know?" He breathed fire again. He looked so angry that he wanted to swallow me alive.

"I don't know!" I gritted my teeth, and most of my face turned dark.

He took a deep breath, ignored me, put his arms around my shoulders, and walked to the infirmary. What! My face turned red because I could feel his warm breath on my back.

"Ahhhhh! Be gentle." I grinned in pain.

"Okay. Can't you bear it for a while?" He carefully applied the last bit of medicine and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was very nervous just now. (Everyone: He was very nervous to begin with.)

Neither of us spoke, and there was an ambiguous feeling in the air. I looked at his handsome, inhuman face. Suddenly I felt like I was suffocating. What should I say to save my image? (Something: twitching! You...

Time to think about image?)

By the way, I want to confess to you, or I should ask him out now.

"Um, Xia Ouchen, are you free tomorrow?" I asked cautiously. My hands were nervously twisted together.

"When did you care about my availability?" I heard his teasing tone. This person is so slow. - -. (Everyone: Do you think you are smart? Two idiots in love.)

"I, I think..." stammered and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"No way! I'm free, I'm free, I'm free. What can I do for you?" He seemed to suddenly think of something and grabbed my hand in excitement. I raised my head and met his shining eyes. How did I feel about him?

More expected than me.

"I, I, I... think..." I lowered my head again and covered my nose with my other hand. I was afraid of nosebleeds because his big hands were very warm.

"Yeah, yeah." He agreed several times.

I closed my eyes, risked my life, and screamed quickly. "I want to treat you to dinner!"


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