Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Seeing Han Qilu's contemptuous eyes, she saw a trace of distress behind those eyes. Is it distressed? Her illusion, right? Clapping her hands, she got up from the ground by herself: "Who made your game so fierce, I didn't want to watch it... Wait! Just now, did you score or not?"

She was lying, she rarely lied, or said a few steps not to lie. But for freedom, I can only lie. Sure enough, it's better to say less, because the feeling called ‘guilt’ in her chest makes her uncomfortable. I just tried to make myself fall a little bit harder and didn't watch the ball.

Han Qilu glared at her with hatred of iron and steel, "I lost." I am willing to accept the bet. This is the man. He nonchalantly picked up the bottle of Fanta that had been drunk in the early summer and drank half of it. Xiao Mingluo glanced at that: "An Chuxia is not mine, and can't be used for betting."

An Chuxia was taken aback by his words, and then shouted: "Hey! Han Qilu, this bottle of Fanta belongs to me, I have drunk it..."

But Han Qilu ignored her, and instead looked up and took another sip. On purpose, he definitely did it on purpose! But if he keeps insisting that he is not his thing, then she still can't make up classes, no, she's going to be a part-time worker. While snatching Fanta from Han Qilu's hand, he glanced at Xiao Mingluo calmly.

Xiao Mingluo looked laid-back, completely relieved of the tension of the game just now, and resumed his cynicism. Playing with the black tail ring on his right hand, Xiao Mingluo's mouth twitched: "Qilu, do you know why I use her as a bet? I just want to see if Han Qilu is tempted by other girls."

The implication is to refer to girls other than Xiang Mankui. An Chuxia clearly perceives the change in Han Qilu's expression, from no waves to waves. I just wanted to get angry, but for some reason I suppressed my anger.

In the end, he just raised his head and gave Xiao Mingluo an unfathomable look: "I wish to accept the bet, what will happen, I have something to do, and I am leaving."

Biting her lower lip, looking at Han Qilu's leaving back, her heart stabbed hard and unexpectedly. It was only for a moment, making her think it was an illusion. She didn't chase it out, but turned to look at Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu: "You two, don't you plan to tell me who Xiang Mankui is?"

Combining the comic book together, Ling Hanyu tilted his head to look at Xiao Mingluo. He was also undecided whether to tell An Chuxia. Simply, he put the comic book on the ground, supported his body with both hands and stood up neatly.

"Tell her, Mingluo. Otherwise, she will just keep asking. If she runs in front of Qilu and asks by then, it will be terrible." With a light sigh, Ling Hanyu walked to the distant basketball stand and leaned against it. With the ball stand closed and sleepy, it seemed that he didn't want to hear about Xiang Mankui.

Pursing his lips, Xiao Mingluo said helplessly: "The reason why a taboo is a taboo is because someone wants to deliberately forget or bury certain people or certain things. As for Xiang Mankui, this taboo is Qilu. As I said, no matter who it is, it is not allowed to mention Xiang Mankui again, not even the name."

An Chuxia stepped forward and said frankly to Xiao Mingluo's face, "Uncle Han mentioned this name to me. At that time, his expression was very strange, so I became suspicious. That's why I came to ask you. , In the end you don’t want to mention it, so I want to know even more."