I'm going to raise my head again today

Chapter 31 The gloomy girl and the underworld young master (33)
Zhao Ze has never seen Li Yuehe, who has always been temperless, get angry or even depressed. He wanted to scratch the other party's hair to satisfy his own bad taste, but he didn't expect to be choked by the other party, bit him back, and stepped on his painful spot. For a while, the mood fell to the bottom.

"You...really..." Zhao Ze smiled wryly.

Li Yuehe's temper was sometimes so good that there was almost no bottom line. This person did not retaliate easily, but if he wanted to retaliate, he would force him to death. He was the kind of ruthless person who would remember the other person even after being forced to death.

"How?" Li Yuehe looked at the other party, without even the slightest sense of guilt, "You are only allowed to make me feel frustrated, and you are not allowed to reciprocate?"

Zhao Ze sneered, "Okay, if you like it, I don't care."

Change your posture, close your eyes and rest.

From the moment Luo Lan left the box to the dance floor, Ou Ziwei held onto her hand, unable to break free no matter what.

Once the stubbornness of this person came up, it was really terrifying.She suddenly felt powerless. If his domineering possessiveness persisted, it might hinder her return to the real world.

But there are too many people around, and in this place where people are sensual and singing, no one will notice you holding hands.

Out of the floating light, another gust of evening wind blows head-on.

It was midnight, and in this bustling city that eats people without spit out their bones, the pedestrians on the street are still densely packed, the voices are full of people, the road is full of traffic, and the surrounding neon lights are flickering.

Luo Lan suddenly sobered up a lot.

She warned Ou Ziwei: "Are you childish?"

Her eyes fell on the hands of the two who were holding her.

"Bad guy!" Ou Ziwei looked at her for a while, then let go of his hand angrily.

Oh, you're a bad person if you don't hold hands, right?

His definition of a bad guy is really different.

Luo Lan ignored his temper and rubbed his sore arms: "I'm a bad guy, so don't follow me."

She was just talking casually.

Unexpectedly, this guy took it seriously, glared at her full of grievances, and immediately turned away.

Luolan: "..."

"Where are you going?" she called to his back.

Ou Ziwei ignored her and walked toward a place with few people, farther and farther away.

The night in early April was still thin and cool, Ou Ziwei was only wearing a white shirt, which outlined his excellent figure, but it looked very thin.

Luo Lan was helpless, fearing that he would lose him, so he could only follow up with a few steps.

He has long legs, and every stride is a big step, so he walks fast, leaving her behind in two or three strokes.

She was running to catch up.

This person chose to go to places with less popularity, trying to get rid of Luo Lan behind him, but he was chased closely.

He turned around and entered a narrow alley.

Luo Lan's eyes were full of fire, she chased after him like the wind was blowing on her feet, and grabbed his arm, her tone obviously began to soften: "Don't be angry, what I said just now was angry, but it wasn't true."

Ou Ziwei was pulled to a halt by her, and did not insist on leaving anymore. He just turned to stare at her, his eyes red.

Although he didn't cry aloud, there were several crystal clear teardrops hanging on his long eyelashes, trembling and refusing to slip off no matter what, plus he was very good-looking himself, so he looked like I felt sorry for him.

Luo Lan's heart suddenly softened again.

This person really deserves to be petted.

"Oh, really," she was a little helpless, and raised her hand to touch the tears hanging on his eyelashes. He shyly hid for a while, as if he was afraid of ticklish, he raised his hand to block it again.

"Why?" Her tone was a little presumptuous, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"No," he whispered, "it's a little itchy."

"Itchy?" She suddenly rubbed it roughly and asked a bit maliciously, "Is it still itchy?"

Ou Ziwei looked at her with wide eyes: "It hurts."

It looks so cute and pitiful.

(End of this chapter)