Chapter 1922: Straight mixed-race students (59)

How can I... how can this be done? Don't let him cook, don't want his sugar, and even send a red rope like a small wish, and refused mercilessly.
It’s not difficult to pick it up.
Don't want to accept it, can you throw it away later?
But she is not willing to connect...
The young boy lowered his eyelashes and his face was pale and snowy. His palms covered his red rope and he continued to work hard: "It is very useful and safe."
The other party shook his head. "You wear it."
"I just want to thank you." There was a pleading in the young man's light.
Yu Chu drank the tea, the cold stomach was warmed by the tea, and she held the cup with a dull expression. "Forget it, my boyfriend might think more."
The room was quiet for a moment.
She lifted her head and looked at the opposite person.
He stared at her, and it seemed to burn in the light, and it seemed to be swaying with water vapor. The burning emotions seemed to burn everything, and the mist of water seemed to drown himself. This kind of eyes is very contradictory, so that girls have instant embarrassment.
"The clothes should be almost dry," she put down the cup and got up. "I will help you."
This is an order-by-customer order.
I haven't moved to find a continent.
After the girl got up and left the table, he tightened his finger little by little and held the red rope into the palm of his hand.
Yu Chu brought the clothes, the other side was quiet and neatly changed, and the light fell on her face, bending the pale lips, revealing a lovely and pure smile.
"Then I am leaving." Very softly saying goodbye.
Yu Chu nodded and closed the door.
But the boy behind the door did not leave, just looking at the door closed for a while, suddenly bent his lips, the tender and lovely face, it was very brisk.
In the increasingly red eyes, he was dumb and said lightly, "I am leaving."
The boy slowly turned and walked away.
The headache is getting more and more serious, the mood of the surging is not controlled, the exquisite eyebrows are found in the continent, and the red rope is slowly moving, feeling the sharp and delicate pain blocking the breath. He opens the lips and takes a small breath. .
When I passed the corner of the telephone booth, I finally couldn’t hold it anymore. The teenager walked in and picked up the receiver.
After dialing the mother's number, after turning over there, he opened his lips and breathed very hard, whispering: "Help me contact a psychiatrist."
The phone suddenly asked nervously, and the younger exquisite eyebrows showed a hint of embarrassment, and the mute replied: "Well, I seem to... a little problem."
When he hung up the phone and listened to the tube, he realized that his hand was shaking very seriously. He looked at Zhou for a few seconds and felt like Alzheimer's.
He held the wall, slowly nested, white and beautiful cheeks, indented into the black collar, like a milk cat, quietly looking at the outside world.
The red cord of the palm is still tightly held.
In the end, he slowly got up and walked out of the phone booth.
In the corner, the red rope lay quietly.
...
A few days later.
In the quiet office, the sun was very good, the documents were on the desk, and the psychiatrist sat behind the desk and looked at him warmly and peacefully. "Hello."
The opposite boy was low and looked like he had no spirits. His face was pale and almost sick, but he added a fragile beauty to the white and lovely face.
The psychiatrist looked at it with amazement and smiled and said, "Can we talk?"
The teenager licked his lips and turned to look at the room.