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But in an instant, it seemed that Tang Tang was aware of her uneasiness, and those strange feelings disappeared without a trace.

"Did you get bullied?" The girl's sandy voice was not soft, and it was cold like crushed ice.

Then she leaned slightly, her tone was flat, and she looked at Tang Tang quietly.

"Someone is bullying you."

Tang Tang saw a pair of pitch-black pupils, condensed with unconscious coldness, just like a deep pool of silence.

Her figure was reflected in those eyes.

Because of the previous pushing and shoving, her hair was torn apart, soaked by tears, and stuck to her cheek in embarrassment.

And she, pale, looked terrible and pathetic.

"I..." Tangtang panicked and didn't know how to speak.

The other party didn't make things difficult for her, but just looked into her eyes intently, as if looking for something familiar.

"Is this yours?" The girl's eyes fell on Tang Tang's shoes.

A black scrunchie with some soft hair wrapped around it.

Tangtang shrank her feet subconsciously.

"Yes."

The person in front of her bent down, and in Tang Tang's confusion, she touched the ground with her clean fingertips and picked up the hair tie.

The thin hair band was properly placed on the slender and fair palm, and then handed to Tangtang.

"Thank... thank you." Tang Tang stumbled.

The other party's gaze followed the tear falling from the corner of her eye, and fell on Tang Tang's collarbone.

Tang Tang didn't care about this, she stretched out her fingers extremely cautiously, and touched the soft palm with her fingertips.

The brief contact was so negligible, Tang Tang pinched the hair tie, and the fingertips retained a warm touch.

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Tang Tang's condition is very bad.

Tang Qing also glanced at the trembling girl standing there.

She made a mess of herself.

She is cowardly and timid, and dare not speak out when being bullied, but sheds tears pitifully and hopelessly.

The smooth and soft long hair spread out from the back of the shoulders, and dragged messily around the waist and hips.

Tang Qingyi frowned imperceptibly.

She didn't know that Tang Tang's life would be like this before meeting her.

"Well."

Tang Tang was holding a scrunchie to tie her hair, because her fingers were trembling, the scrunchie fell out of her hands several times.

She stood in front of the half-length mirror, with Tang Qingyi's gaze on her back.

Patient, cold scrutiny, mixed with Tang Tang's unknown obscurity.

Tangtang became more and more nervous, and was so panicked that she couldn't even hold her hair.

"I'm sorry..."

Tang Qingyi's eyes fell on Tangtang's fingers.

The nails are thin, round and powdery, like neatly arranged small shells.

Her fingers moved, and she reached for the cheap hair tie with her fingertips.

"How—" Tang Tang was at a loss and stopped her hand in the air.

Tang Qing also put two fingers on Tangtang's chin, startled by the warm touch.

Tangtang obediently turned her head back, and looked at herself in the mirror.

He couldn't help looking at Tang Qingyi.

The slender knuckles deftly passed through the hair tie, and the back of Tang Qingyi's hands was slightly tense, and there were thin blue blood vessels under the white and thin skin.

Tang Qing also had a focused expression, his eyelashes drooping slightly, which made people heartbroken.

Warm fingertips brushed against the earlobe.

Tangtang's breathing was stagnant and rapid.

"Let's go." Tang Qing also looked at Tangtang's tied hair, and pinned a strand of hair in front of her ear to behind her ear.

Tang Qing also did it naturally and neatly, and before Tang Tang even felt a little dazed, she withdrew her hand.

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The temperature of Tang Qingyi's fingertips lingered for a long time.

She walked in front of Tangtang, her back was straight and her waist was beautifully tucked in.

The two shadows approached and separated on the wall of the corridor. The latter took a small step tentatively, and the shadows cuddled tightly together.

It has been a long time since Tang Tang was able to get along peacefully with her peers like this.

She instinctively wanted to say something and get closer to the other party, even if the other party just gave her a faint look.

"My Mandarin is not good." Tangtang paused every word, suppressing the upturned consonant, so as to retain a little local accent.

"I couldn't understand what they were talking about, and they got angry."

"I don't like it when boys I don't know talk to me." The more Tang Tang said, the more her head drooped, and the soft and sweet water town tune came out unconsciously, "They will think it's my fault."

Tang Qing also glanced at the figure on the wall.

The shorter one raised his hand to touch his eyes.

The slightest disturbance, a thin thread that was not noticed by others, was drawn to Tang Qingyi's fingertips.

Whether she moves or does not move is a bondage.

Tang Tang said things upside down, only her gratitude and joy to Tang Qingyi were clear.

"But... you helped me." Tie her hair, fingers are warm.

"You are so kind." Tangtang's voice was low, as if she was afraid of being disturbed.

Tang Qing also stopped in front of a classroom, and Tang Tang hurriedly stood still in place, silent.

She saw Tang Qing also walk into the classroom, and took out a book from a table in the front row.

"It's just a coincidence that I'll help you." Tang Qingyi's eyes were cold.

She stood sideways, the bright light cast a faint halo on the well-bound books in her hands.

Tang Tang's eyes widened slightly, seemingly confused.

"Coincidentally, I forgot to bring something today."

Tang Qingyi's soles fell to the ground, and she approached Tangtang.

The slender fingers passed Tang Tang's shoulders, brushed against the fine hair, and landed on the wall.