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Chapter 6 Confession
Song Zihe was riding the bike, while Wen Xin'ai was sitting behind the bike, tightly holding on to the iron frame of the back seat, the two remained silent.

Maybe it was because the blood on Song Zihe's clothes was too appalling. From time to time, people turned their heads to look at them. Wen Xin'ai lowered her head lower and lower, and finally she tucked into her collar and said softly, "Does your nose still hurt?"

Song Zihe didn't answer right away, and after riding for a while, he said, "It's all right." Actually, it still hurts.

He thought of the boy just now, who was much more vicious than those who bullied Wen's beloved last time, his sharp eyes were as cruel as animals, not like a boy who likes to play pranks.

"You know that guy?" he asked.

Wen Xinai thought for a while, but just picked up his admission ticket, so it shouldn't be considered acquaintance, so she shook her head: "I don't know."

"Stay away from such people in the future, it's very dangerous." Although he didn't like Wen Xin'ai, Song Zihe felt it was necessary to remind her.

Wen Xinai nodded obediently: "Oh, I see."

Then there was another long silence.

There was a moped coming in the opposite direction in front, and it passed by Song Zihe's bicycle very fast, almost touching the two people on the car. Song Zihe reflexively turned the bicycle to the side, and the person behind him Wen Xinai flickered, and subconsciously hugged Song Zihe's waist.

Song Zihe felt that he was embraced by a soft mass, and the smell of sweat on his body was immediately infiltrated by the faint fragrance. Somewhat caught off guard, he slammed his feet on the ground and stopped the bicycle.

Wen Xinai hugged Song Zihe's waist. Song Zihe's thin waist and abdomen and muscle texture were clearly identifiable even through the clothes. It seemed to contain infinite power, which gave her an inexplicable sense of security, and she didn't recover for a while. .

"Okay, let go of your hand." For a long time, Wen Xinai didn't let go of his hand, Song Zihe frowned slightly, with a very uncomfortable expression, and said impatiently.

Only then did Wen Xin'ai suddenly let go as if waking up from a dream, grasping the iron frame of the back seat desperately, her face flushed suddenly, she lowered her head suddenly, and said nothing.

The night wind blew slightly, and someone looked strangely at the man and woman parked by the side of the road. One had long legs on the ground, with an unfriendly expression on his face, while the other lowered his head desperately, shy and reserved. A bicycle, a front One, wearing the same style of school uniform, both of them were silent.

It will inevitably make people fantasize, and they can't help but guess, did this young couple quarrel?

Both of them were a little embarrassed, and Song Zihe rode on the bicycle again deliberately as if nothing had happened. After riding for a while, Wen Xinai raised her head and peeked at his broad back. It would be nice to be able to come back every day in the back of his car.

"Song Zihe." She called out a little abruptly, this was the first time she called out.

Song Zihe was startled, and it took a long time before he replied: "What?"

"Can I have lunch with you at noon later?"

Song Zihe didn't understand what she was thinking, and replied, "I have a classmate eating with me at noon."

"Then go home together tonight?"

"I'm not on your way, what do you want to do?" Song Zihe looked back at her.

Wen Xinai fell silent and lowered her head: "Song Zihe, I like you." She said suddenly.

The car stopped again, Song Zihe looked at the girl behind him in surprise, lowered his head listlessly, and said "I like you", but didn't look at him, it should be a confession, but it was more like explaining a In fact, she herself seemed taken aback, she suddenly raised her head, and stared at Song Zihe with wide eyes.

How did you say it?
She jumped out of the car in a hurry, grabbed the strap of her schoolbag tightly, and stood by the side helplessly.

What a trouble tonight, Song Zihe thought.

This is not the first time he has been confessed. From elementary school to now, there have never been any girls who say they like him, so the embarrassing scenes that should have turned red and red have become commonplace. Therefore, Wen Xinai's words surprised him. It didn't arouse any other emotions in him, he just wondered, how dare a girl as timid as a turtle dare to confess her love to him?
However, he overlooked that the timid girl is actually very stubborn, otherwise, how could she pass the exam to his high school within a few months?
"This is not good, Wen Xin'ai," he said, "You are just a freshman in high school, and the most important thing is to concentrate on your studies."

"But a lot of people are just... in junior high school." Now that she had said it, she wanted to fight for it.

"That's them," he interrupted directly, "besides, I don't like you." He never felt that he should tell the truth about this matter, just like he used to reject others, at least let others understand that he didn't mean that , In this way, it is good for everyone.

But he didn't know how hurtful such a direct refusal was, Wen Xinai's face was pale, and one hand was firmly clutching her hair to cover up the birthmark there.

It must be because of it, he must feel ugly.

"I'm going home." She kept her voice low, didn't look at Song Zihe, grabbed her schoolbag and ran desperately to the neighborhood across the road.

Song Zihe didn't stop him, just like rejecting other girls in the past, he watched them come crying but remained indifferent.

Wen Xin'ai stood at the entrance of a certain shop deep in the side street. The shop was small, with various pictures pasted on the glass door. She looked at it for a long time and didn't go in until someone pushed the door open.

It was a handsome bearded man in a black vest, smoking a cigarette, squinting at her: "Little sister, you've been standing in front of my store for almost half an hour, what's the matter?"

Wen Xinai bit her lip and looked at the dragon tattoo on the man's strong arm, which reminded her of the dragon column in the Forbidden City.

"Tattoo, how much?" She hesitated for a while, and finally said with some difficulty.

"Tattoos? You?" The man frowned and exhaled at her.

"Here." Wen Xinai lifted the hair around her neck, revealing the birthmark.

The man tilted his head to look at his eyes, and smacked his lips: "What do you want to get tattooed?"

"Butterfly."

The man looked at the birthmark again: "Are you still a junior high school student?"

"high school."

"Does your tattooed parents know?" It wasn't because he was kind, but because he was afraid that her parents would come to her in the future. This kind of thing happened before.

"They don't have time to take care of my affairs. Besides, it would look better if that piece of tattoo was removed?" The last half of the sentence was in a questioning tone, and she looked at the man expectantly and said.

The man took a drag on his cigarette: "Of course."

"How much?"

"How much money did you bring?"

Wen Xin'ai showed the man all the New Year's money she had saved in the past few years, a thick wad of hundred yuan bills.

The man was a little surprised staring at the wad of money, and believed that it was the girl's own money, but, who cares, isn't it good to have money?
"Come in." He made a movement with his chin to make Wen Xin love to enter the store.

(Note: Tattoos cannot remove birthmarks, please do not imitate them)
(End of this chapter)