First Love Fantasy Season: The Prince Is A Little Bad

"That's it!" She understood a little bit. It turned out that Xiaofeng had thought so much and already felt guilty for her.

"Otherwise, what do you think will happen?" She is not a nymphomaniac, she is just worried about her, okay?

What did I think it would be? I just thought that I seemed to be sick! Yinghan pouted her mouth with a look of boredom on her face.

"Hey, why aren't you talking?" Yinghan's sudden quietness and aggrieved expression made Xiaofeng a little worried, "Why are you so quiet?"

"I..." Yinghan said one word, but didn't know what to say.

Xiaofeng finally calmed down, "I lost. I lost to your indecisiveness. I lost to your timidity. Forget it. If you really don't dare to invite others to dinner as a thank you, I won't force you. Anyway, in the end you will

They all don’t dare to go. It’s not the first day I’ve met you. I was so excited just now that I forgot that you were afraid of getting along with others,”

"I think I'll invite him again when I have the chance! Now, even if he saves me, I really don't dare to talk to him again." He scolded her for having no conscience! No matter what, she didn't dare to go to him.

that is.

"I know, I won't go if I don't go. If you don't go, don't be in a daze. Hurry up and teach me how to do arithmetic problems. It's getting dark, so you have to go home early." Xiaofeng pulled out an exercise book and pointed to it.

Arithmetic questions started to come up.

Yinghan smiled slightly, relaxed, stopped thinking about the topic just now, and concentrated on teaching Xiaofeng.

Since the last time he agreed to teach Xiaofeng, Yinghan would go to Xiaofeng's house to teach her for an hour every day after school, and then go home under the faint moonlight.

On the way home, she still liked to stand on the street and admire all the scenery.

However, every time she passed the trail where she first met him, she would always have a premonition, a premonition that even she could not understand, but that tightly entangled her. It seemed that there was him there.

The smell is average.

It was really crazy. He was obviously not there, but why did she feel that way?

But, why does she want to think of him, and what is the reason for all this?

The light air didn't tell her why, but the increasingly dark sky reminded her to go home quickly.

Back home, Yinghan's cheerful voice blurted out: "Mom, Dad, sister, I'm back!"

After opening the door, closing it, and changing his shoes, Yinghan felt something strange.