Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

In fact, from the moment An Chuxia walked out of the cafe, she had an ominous premonition. I just didn't expect that this hunch could be so effective.

Han Qilu leaned against the coffee shop, with one foot slightly bent, and a slender all-white cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Looking again, he already had three or four cigarette butts under his feet. It seems that the time to stand here is not short.

At that moment, Han Qilu was like a lonely wounded demon, making An Chuxia, who had always thought of himself as an angel, want to go to comfort him. But inexplicably, after meeting his eyes, there was an impulse to escape from the bottom of my heart.

Turning his head, Meng Xiaonan, the bastard, had already pulled Felia away. Don't forget to give her a cheering gesture while running. Come on? Add your sister oil!

"Why are you here?" After thinking for a long time, she took a few steps forward and asked the most stupid question. She knew that Han Qilu was definitely waiting for her, but she had nothing else to say.

Squeezing out the cigarette in his hand, he threw the cigarette he had just smoked on the ground without pity. Lifting his chin, his voice looked a little hoarse: "An Chuxia, we should talk quietly."

The bell for early self-study rang at this time, An Chuxia looked in the direction of the teaching building, and then looked back at Han Qilu and said: "Okay." Anyway, he was late, one minute late is also late, and one hour late is also late.

When the two walked into the cafe side by side, there were no students sitting in the cafe, only two waiters were cleaning the tables. Seeing Han Qilu coming in, the two of them nodded respectfully at him, poured them two cups of coffee, and walked into the cafe waiter's lounge. For a time, there were only two of them in the reception hall.

"Let's talk, what to talk about?" She took a deep breath, knowing that those who can't escape will never escape, and she bravely met Han Qilu's gaze. Since last night, she found that she... seems to really like Han Qilu.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she liked it if she liked it, and it was useless to deny it herself.

"I'm asking you." Han Qilu pushed the coffee aside, put his hands on the table, looked at An Chuxia seriously and asked, "Do you hate me?"

Hate it? An Chuxia asked herself again in her heart. Shaking his head gently: "I used to hate, now, no."

"Okay, then you just like me." Han Qilu's mouth bends slightly, before An Chuxia speaks and continues: "In this case, Han Qilu is here to officially let you be my girlfriend again. Would you like it?"

An Chuxia clenched the cup in her hand, gritted her teeth, shook her head and said, "I don't want to."

In terms of feelings, she is relatively sane. She knows deeply that Han Qilu is the same type of people as herself. Although the same type of people are easy to attract each other, they have in common like two hedgehogs. The tighter the hug, the more pain the two people.

"Reason." Han Qilu was unexpectedly calm this time. Fangfo had long expected that she would refuse.

"I can't climb high." In a few short words, An Chuxia looked away: "To be honest, although you seem to be annoying, but... there is really no way to make people really hate you. Why? What about it, my dreams and persistence have actually begun to waver, so please stop approaching me, okay?"