The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

"Does what you said before still count?"

While waiting in line, the boy's words just now kept replaying in her mind. Mu Qianxi realized later that he didn't seem to be talking about milk tea.

Suddenly I remembered that he had said before that he would give her an answer after he came back from the competition.

Was he responding to her confession?

Thinking back to today, he, who had always been aloof from people, accepted almost all of her requests and attempts to get close to her. Including her trying to hold his hand in various ways, maybe he knew all about it, but he was just willing to let her hold his hand.

Mu Qianxi's eyes lit up, and she wished she could grow wings and fly to him immediately.

"911!" Her number was finally called.

She picked up the milk tea and rushed back.

Mu Qianxi, Mu Qianxi, why are you so stupid?

However, she ran only 20 meters when someone grabbed her wrist. She was forced to stop and turned around to see that it was Leng Nianran.

Leng Nianran saw that it was her, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Sister Mu? I didn't expect it was really you."

He felt that the figure running by just now looked very much like her, so he reached out to grab her.

"It's you?" Mu Qianxi didn't want to argue and said quickly, "I have something urgent to do. We can talk later."

She couldn't wait to return to Leng Che. She always felt that this time was the closest she had ever been to the moon she had been longing for.

The cold moon finally showed mercy and saw her.

Leng Nianran had no intention of letting go. He glanced at the two cups of milk tea she was holding and roughly guessed who she was going to see.

"Milk tea? I'm thirsty, give me a cup."

"If you want to drink it, buy it yourself."

Leng Nianran raised a gentle smile at the corner of his lips: "Sister Mu, who asked me to keep it a secret today and said that you owed me something? You can't be so stingy that you don't even want to treat me to a cup of milk tea."

Mu Qianxi was extremely anxious and picked up her phone to transfer money to him: "I'll transfer the money to you and you can buy it yourself."

"You're so insincere. I'll go talk to my cousin."

She was with Leng Nianran the whole night, and although there was nothing going on between them, what if she was misunderstood by Leng Che at this critical moment?

"Here, here." Mu Qianxi hurriedly stopped him and gave him her cup of pearl milk tea. At worst, she wouldn't drink it herself, but Leng Che had to bring his cup to him.

Unexpectedly, Leng Nianran pointed to another cup: "I want that one."

"There are no pearls in this cup!" Mu Qianxi was anxious.

So this is my cousin's taste. He likes to drink milk tea without pearls. He thought.

"That's a coincidence. I just want to drink it without pearls." Leng Nianran smiled gently, not revealing his thoughts.

"The one without pearls has no soul! You are more suitable to drink the one with soul." Mu Qianxi was reluctant to give it to him. After all, if she gave it to him, she would have to queue up again. She just wanted to go back to see Leng Che as soon as possible and ask for his answer.

"This cup of milk tea is for repaying my favor. How about I give you a photo with you?" Leng Nianran continued, "You should really need it, right?"

Indeed. She didn't know when the next bloodthirsty poison would strike, and she was still living under the same roof with Leng Che. What if she scared him or even hurt him? What would she do?

Therefore, she urgently needed to prepare a photo so that she could report at any time when Ling Baijin asked about the progress of her relationship with Leng Nianran.

Shit, what should I do.

Forget it, I’ll just go buy another cup. Leng Che isn’t going to grow wings and fly away anyway.

Mu Qianxi hesitated for a moment, then finally answered him, "Okay."

Leng Che frowned, his eyes full of worry, and strode to find her. Across the street, he finally saw the familiar figure of the girl.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a step forward to look for her, but when he saw the person beside her, he froze in place instantly.

The two of them were standing shoulder to shoulder, just as she did to herself...

Then, he clearly saw Leng Nianran raise his phone, and at the moment of pressing the shutter, he turned his head and kissed her cheek.

Leng Che's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt the blood flowing backwards throughout his body, as if he was falling into an abyss...

How would she react?

Will she resist, scold him, or even, with her violent temper, beat him up?

She subconsciously raised her hand and patted Leng Nianran's face. After that, she couldn't hear what Leng Nianran said to her with a smile on his face. She seemed to be coaxed and gave him the milk tea in her hand.

No, nothing. No resistance, even like a little quarrel between lovers.

This scene made his eyes turn bloodshot, as if a sharp knife had stabbed into his heart, blood gushing out, and the dull pain from there flowed to every part of his limbs.

He was unable to breathe or speak for a moment, and his clenched white fingers formed a sharp contrast with the bright red rose in his hand.

The boy looked across the street with a deathly pale face and dialed her number.

"Where are you?" he asked knowingly, his voice already extremely hoarse.

If she could tell him the truth openly, perhaps everything she had just seen was just a misunderstanding.

"There are too many people in the milk tea shop! I, I'm still waiting in line! Leng Che, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Her slightly flustered voice was heard on the phone, and the lie was clearly heard in my ears. I looked at her not far away with cold and dead eyes, and my heart fell straight to the bottom and shattered.

Lying...lying again.

He suppressed the sharp pain in his chest and said, "No, come back. I don't want to drink anymore. I... have something to tell you."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, fearing that if he heard one more word, he would lose control and crush the phone.

Nothing is unacceptable.

Leng Che thought.

He shouldn't have believed that anyone could truly like him.

including her.

He turned around and walked back, throwing the rose in his hand into the trash can.

She doesn't like him.

The violet had already told him the answer, but he just didn't want to believe it.