can you be more reserved

It was already ten o'clock when Ye Hui checked out, and there was still some time before the gate control time. He decided to go to the barbecue stall near the school gate to bring some food back to the dormitory, otherwise those starving ghosts who reincarnated would have to shout again.The leaves rustled in the wind, and the tips of his ears were soaked in the cool night, and the coolness invaded him. He shrank his neck subconsciously and quickened his pace.

"I'm going, I'm really stupid." Ye Hui sighed, as if talking to himself, "Speaking...it's too difficult..."

God knows what mood he just hung up the phone with!

"Really? Do you just want to be my number one fan?"

"that's it?"

"Is that all?"

He remembered that the Great God asked him this way, and after he finished saying that sentence, he was low and lazy, using a tone he had never heard before, aggressively plundering the control over his heartbeat, and had reached Impossibly faster speed, as if the moment the roller coaster reaches the top, the ears are buzzing, and the heart no longer belongs to me.

Then he hung up the phone.

What followed was a life-like panting, and Ye Hui almost suspected that he had a heart attack.

The Great God has not sent a message yet.

How to explain?

he asked himself.

He does not mean that.He is an intentional listener, and any unintentional words will make him think about it, but it is unintentional, which is the most hurtful.Many things are not reluctance, but dare.

He didn't dare to think too much, for he was afraid that these were just the corners he had come to catch the wind, and if he grasped it tightly, he would pull it vigorously, and it would become that cotton wool that was too light to feel. no more.

Joy and rationality stirred into a pot of cold water, which gave him a shock, as if he had been hit in the head.

To put it bluntly, happiness came too suddenly, and he didn't have the guts or heart to confess.

In the end, the sense of heat blowing towards his face awakened his delayed senses. Ye Hui waved his big hand and brought back dozens of strings of ribs and lamb.

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Hui had just climbed into bed when he received a message from Song Yanzhi, and suddenly a wave of gossip from Xueba came over his face.

"Aren't you already in bed, so you can't talk directly...Why send a message?" Ye Hui replied with an irrelevant message. Although Song Yanzhi was still a little far away from him, he could still hear what he said , and the other two were playing scumbag games, and they probably couldn't hear clearly with headphones on.

Ye Hui had just finished posting this sentence when he saw Song Yanzhi sitting up, half-wrapped in the quilt, facing him and saying, "That net you like..."

Before he could finish speaking, the pillow Ye Hui slapped hit his forehead.

The force was quite strong, but it fell lightly.

The smashed Song Yanzhong was at a loss, Ye Hui covered his heart, and almost didn't call out to his teammates, and said heartbrokenly, "Let's talk on the phone."