Turn the sun into old age

Ten minutes later, the rain gradually subsided, and the genus Hua stood in the corridor, looking at the fallen green branches and leaves and sporadic petals in a daze.

Behind him, there was a light thud when the door was locked, and he was pulled out from the sound of the light rain.

"Let's go."

Looking back, it was Qing Chen who had returned to normal. He still had a faint smell of inhibitor potion on his body. Although Huajiao was a beta, he could smell a bitter chocolate smell on him.

It stands to reason that the general beta's perception of pheromones is very weak, almost negligible.

The two went downstairs side by side. Qing Chen insisted on a black folding umbrella, and walked side by side with him into the small but fine rain curtain.

Qing Chen is holding an umbrella with his right hand, standing on the right side of the flower genus and walking slowly, the umbrella surface is inclined.

But the umbrella was still not big enough, and the hands of the two people who were hanging by their sides always touched each other within two steps.

Huajiao kept a sullen face and tried to keep a distance from him, but they still bumped into each other.

Finally he couldn't bear it anymore, when he was about to step out of the umbrella and run back to the car directly, the big hand that had been hot all the time grabbed his cold hand.

He raised his eyes in astonishment, but saw Qing Chen with a deep expression.

The slender and powerful hands spread his clenched hands irresistibly, and then the knuckle fingers penetrated into the gap, forming a gesture of interlocking fingers.

"...There is something wrong with you."

Hearing Hua Gentian's usually good-natured voice say these words coldly, Qing Chenyi felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

He pursed his lips and chuckled, then led the people beside him around the bumpy bricks in front of the teaching building, and said in a serious voice: "I said, I want to chase you."

Huajiao lowered her head, her long hair blocked her beautiful eyes, making it hard for people to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

"I don't want you to pity me."

His footsteps suddenly quickened, as if to leave Qing Chen behind.

But Qing Chen was half a head taller than him, so he followed him effortlessly, and covered his head with a small umbrella, while patiently explaining: "I didn't pity you, I told you I liked you a long time ago, why not?" Do you not believe it?"

"Then what you like is really random." Hua Jia lowered her head and walked forward in a muffled voice, without even looking at him, her tone was also unprecedentedly cold.

The reflexive defensive posture after being seen through made Qing Chen even more distressed.