Mo Xiaoran's whole body was stiff, his blood seemed to be flowing backwards, his hands hanging in the air relaxed, and the coffee cup was shaking.
Huang Xiaojue stepped forward quickly and helped her take off the coffee cup.
When the two men touched each other, it seemed as if an electric current passed through their hearts at the same time, arousing indescribable subtle feeling.
Mo Xiaoran couldn't help but look at Huang Xiaojue's godly brown eyes, and a message that Mo Xiaoran could not understand was conveyed... It seemed like missing... It seemed like attachment...
Impossible and impossible!
Mo Xiaoran suddenly lowered her head and closed her black starry eyes tightly.
Oh my God, what unrealistic things are she thinking? Missing? Attachment? Bah bah bah bah bah! Mo Xiaoran, don’t forget that Huang Xiaojue almost killed you!
Realizing her escape, Huang Xiaojue frowned dissatisfiedly. She actually hated him so much? She didn't even scream at him?
The principal miss.sharp looked at the principal's office, which had almost become a deadlock in confusion, and was confused. After a while, he was busy doing mediation, gently using somewhat unstandard Chinese:
"Today, all four of you transferred to our school. Everyone came on the same day. What a coincidence, haha!"
In order to relieve the embarrassment, Ms. miss.sharp laughed out loud twice on purpose. She thought the atmosphere in the principal's room could be a little relaxed, but she didn't expect it to be even more dull.
Almost silent without a single sound.
Suddenly, Mo Xiaoran got up and smiled reluctantly at miss.sharp, "Principal, I feel a little uncomfortable... Leave first... Sorry..."
After saying that, she ran out of the principal's office without waiting for the principal's answer. She stopped panting and leaned against the branches of the tree, and her weak body slowly slipped.
Got down.
"Xiaoran!"
A shout came from a distance. Mo Xiaoran then found that Louis was following her.
"Little Luo Soup, I can't tell you, you run so fast!" Louis sat down next to Mo Xiaoran, hugged her tender shoulders and teased.
Mo Xiaoran rarely ignored the bad nickname Xiaoluo Soup. She was too lazy to struggle even if Louis hugged her like this. She leaned tiredly on Louis' shoulder and looked at the blue sky covered by a large area of green shade in a daze.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Louis knew that something was wrong with her mood. He curled up a bitter smile slightly, shook his head gently and hugged Mo Xiaoran in his arms. His hot lips tightly covered her white earlobes, "I'm thinking."
What?"
Actually, he knows the answer.
Mo Xiaoran pouted, looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and told a small lie, "I didn't think of anything..."
A strange thing flashed through Louis' blue eyes, "Mo Xiaoran, I ask you very seriously, do you love Huang Xiaojue?"
Mo Xiaoran suddenly became shocked, and her beautiful black eyes suddenly widened. She never expected Louis to ask her this question.
Nearby, behind a big tree in the sky, a hint of surprise flashed in Huang Xiaojue's brown eyes. Louis actually asked Xiaoran this question? His fists gradually tightened, and his heart began to feel nervous unconsciously, waiting for Mo Xiaoran
Answer.
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At present, Huang Xiaojue and Louis should have similar fans at present... Mu Yunchen, the third male, shouldn't have a few ~...