"For example, I know that dear Xiaolong really wants to be friends with me and is indeed making changes. Thank you for your tolerance, consideration and good listening."
Pansy snorted from behind.
Draco blushed instantly.
He originally wanted to blame Lin An - since you can't ask the other party to obey you blindly as a friend, then why do you always ask him:
Draco, don't talk about mudbloods again!
Draco, don't call him Scarhead!
Draco, no...
But at this moment, all these questions disappeared.
His pale skin was filled with a light pink color, and his gray-blue eyes were moist, like the rare clear sky in London.
If you look carefully, you can see that his usually smooth and smooth light blond hair seems to have a little less hairspray today, making it look much fluffy and smooth.
Lin An couldn't help it anymore. She looked at the little boy next to her who was half a head shorter than her and quickly touched his head.
Then before Draco got angry, he exclaimed:
"Draco, is the hair of your Malfoy family so flowing and smooth? Your hair feels very good and soft. Don't put so much hairspray on it. Otherwise, I'm afraid one day you will become
Bald.”
Draco wanted to refute: He used the magic hairspray that the Malfoy family has customized for generations, so there is no way he would be bald!
"Or..." Lin An's slender fingertips touched his hairline, then inserted it along the roots of his hair and slid back slightly.
A strange trembling feeling instantly spread all over the body, and then rushed all the way down Draco's back to Tianling Gai!
After the fingertips left, the poor little dragon trembled all over.
But Lin An didn't notice it at all, and just said seriously: "You don't want your hairline to recede from here after you are twenty, do you?"
Who cares about hairlines at this point?
Draco pursed his lips and stared at her angrily, wanting to tell her not to move her hands or feet. Malfoy's noble head was not allowed to be touched by ordinary people!
However, before he could speak, the group of them were already face to face with Harry.
Hermione opened her mouth cheerfully, as if she wanted to ask about her notes. But the Slytherin students opposite looked at her with various expressions, so she stepped back.
Harry looked at Lin An.
She is still so confident and can gain the support and admiration of others so easily. Even the arrogant Malfoy obeys her words.
Perhaps this friend of mine is simply dispensable and insignificant.
Looking back at myself, except for Ron and Hermione, I didn't even have anyone to go to and from get out of class with. Is it really that I have a problem?
His green eyes looked at Lin An through clear glasses, as if covered with a thin layer of mist. His black hair was messy, and his chin became more pointed. He looked confused and pitiful.
Draco frowned. He didn't like Potter's behavior at all. However, before he could speak, Lin An had already smiled.
"Harry." Her voice was extremely gentle: "I know you haven't read the letter yet, and I'm looking forward to your reply."
"Or maybe you'd like to stay a little longer on the Friday night Quidditch pitch."
