First Love Fantasy Season: The Prince Is A Little Bad

Xiaofeng waved her hand and pulled Zhang Jun and ran outside the school. Since Yinghan said that she wanted to have less contact with this charming and handsome guy, it would be better for her to drag Zhang Jun out together.

Yinghan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he could only see the backs of Xiaofeng and Zhang Jun.

Turning back, she looked at Anze who was standing aside. He was drawing quietly on the blackboard, and the chalks kept turning in his slender fingers. She couldn't help but walked over, wanting to see what he was drawing on the blackboard.

something.

As soon as she got close, she was stunned. She didn't expect that he could draw so well. Yinghan watched as the chalk moved under his hand, and many drawings appeared on the blackboard, as if they were real.

She looked a little obsessed. Among the people she knew in the past, Xiaofeng's paintings were the best. But now, Anze's paintings are really attracting attention. When did he start learning to paint?

What about? He seems to have a lot of qualifications! No wonder he said he wanted to help with painting. It turns out that he is so good at painting.

She was only watching him draw carefully, and didn't realize that she was too close to him. So close that if she raised her head, she would accidentally bump into him.

"What's wrong with you?" His cold voice sounded in her ear, waking her up.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yinghan hurriedly backed away in embarrassment, "You draw very well."

Oops! How could she suddenly be so close to him just now, so ambiguously close? Although his painting was very good, why did she approach him as if he was possessed. This feeling made her terrified. She even felt

She realized that as soon as she got close to him, she would feel a helpless suffocation. Although the feeling was not too annoying, she couldn't bear it.

"Thank you!" He responded, turned back and continued to spin the chalk in his hand.

"Thank you for those photos!"

He didn't answer her, but just looked back at her. There was emotion in his eyes that she didn't understand.

As the sun set, the school was covered by a layer of faint orange-red, giving everything in the school a hazy and sad beauty. He stood there, holding a white chalk in his hand, quietly

Looking at her, a faint light came from his hair and fell on his slightly thin face.

Ying Han's body suddenly froze, but his heart beat kept accelerating. It seemed that something was touched, deep in his heart, heavily.