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Zuo Yiyi’s eyes reddened suddenly. Feeling wronged, she bit her lip.
It had been so many years; although Brother Ting had always treated her coldly, he never had no consideration for her reputation like this!
Thus, she had always felt that she was special for Brother Ting.
While Zuo Yiyi was in a dilemma, Liu Bingxing came out to smooth things over.
Yiyi, you need to sit over here when we play cards, come quickly. That kid Su Yanbin probably transmigrated in the toilet, come and replace him!
Su Yanbin was still following behind the two of them, and he was still in shock, unable to say a word.
Taking this as a way out, Zuo Yiyi began to feel that it wasn’t so awkward. She stood up straight, proudly walked over, and sat on Su Yanbing’s seat.
But her face was still fiery hot. At the corner of her eye, she eyed Zhuang Nainai.
Only to see her walking forward with a smile, ignoring the coldness surrounding him, before sitting next to Si Zhengting.
But when Si Zhengting furrowed his eyebrow and was about to say something, Zhuang Nainai smilingly said,
Si Zhengting, is your hand okay? Let me see if you’ve injured your bones.
While she was talking, she reached out to touch Si Zhengting’s hand.
In her mind, Zuo Yiyi thought, Zhuang Nainai really is shameless, invincible! Also! Take your salty! Pig! Hand! Away!
Zuo Yiyi gnashed her teeth in anger upon seeing this. Over there, Si Zhengting was also stunned by her sudden act of intimacy.
Although he’d known long ago that Zhuang Nainai was very adept at pursuing someone relentlessly, when they reunited this time, every time she saw him, she was anxious and fearful. Whenever she needed to speak to him, she wished she could mull over her sentence several hundred times. Only when there was indeed no problem would she say it.
Now, her sudden closeness made him suddenly have a nostalgic feeling.
And such a trance allowed his hand to be held by Zhuang Nainai.
Her slender fingers were unlike Zuo Yiyi’s hand, a rich young mistress’ hand which felt like soil and lushness. In contrast, in the palm of her hand was a trace of a thin cocoon. When she touched the back of his hand, a soft and tingling feeling pervaded his entire body from that spot.
The awful words that reached his lips got stuck there just like that.
Si Zhengting’s narrow eyes shone; the darkness of his eyes caused people to be unable to grasp his thoughts.
Zhuang Nainai didn’t notice the change in him.
Actually, when she walked over, she was also trembling with fear, but this matter was ultimately her fault. Since she wanted to apologize, of course she had to humble herself.
Zhuang Nainai still remembered that day, the sound she heard when his fist hit the wall. She was really scared that he had hurt his bones. When she held his hand and looked all over carefully, she didn’t see anything, so she lifted her head and asked Si Zhengting,
Are your bones injured?
This lift of her head caused her to meet his gaze.
Two pairs of eyes met.
Zhuang Nainai’s heart stirred. She felt that this scene was so familiar it made one’s heart tremble.
She still remembered. It was the second year of high school, and the school held an autumn sports meet.
At that time, Zhuang Nainai was active and was voted to be the sports commissioner.
Si Zhengting was part of the group that everyone respected and feared,
The Successors.
They never bothered with such activities. They were well dressed, even the school uniforms seemed like formal attire on them.
Zhuang Nainai saw too much of Si Zhengting’s indifferent face and suddenly felt that he was too cold.
High school boys should be at the age where they secretly played games, perspiring profusely in the basketball courts. However, he was always prim and proper, expressionless.
Thus, Zhuang Nainai signed up Si Zhengting for the long-distance running event based on her goal of wanting to see handsome men sweating on the court.
