Jing Ci didn't like crowding with others, so he waited until everyone left the classroom before picking up his schoolbag and walking out. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Ying Jiao facing him, standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket.

His school uniform jacket was open, and the white T-shirt inside was wet and dripping. Opposite him stood a man, desperately apologizing to him.

Because the man's back was to Jing Ci, Jing Ci didn't recognize who he was at first. It wasn't until he spoke that Jing Ci suddenly realized that it was Qiao Anyan.

Is there finally an intersection between the two protagonists?

Yingjiao heard the movement and raised his eyes to look over.

Their eyes met, Jing Ci looked away expressionlessly, turned around and left.

This is not bad, maybe Yingjiao's attention will be attracted by Qiao Anyan, and he will be able to stay away from the plot.

He rubbed his aching temples and walked faster and faster.

"Hey you..." Yingjiao was waiting for Jing Ci here, but who knew that when this little pervert saw him, he acted as if he hadn't seen him and left directly.

Yingjiao grinds his teeth gently, he really needs to be dealt with...

He raised his foot and wanted to chase, but was stopped by Qiao Anyan.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Qiao Anyan blushed and tied her hands uneasily. She wanted to touch Yingjiao's T-shirt but didn't dare: "Can I wash your clothes for you? You, you are

Which class are you in? I'll send it to you after it's been washed."

Yingjiao looked down at the large water stain on his body and frowned when he thought that the person in front of him had drunk the water.

"No."

He doesn't like strangers touching his things.

Yingjiao bypassed Qiao Anyan and took two steps forward when someone grabbed his clothes from behind.

"It's all my fault, let me wash it for you," Qiao Anyan looked at Yingjiao timidly and kept apologizing: "Otherwise I would be uneasy..."

The feeling of the wet T-shirt sticking to his body gave Yingjiao a dense layer of goosebumps on his arms. He lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Anyan holding his hand, and said indifferently: "Let go."

Qiao Anyan kept shaking his head and said stubbornly: "It's all my fault, I..."

"I let you go."

"No, I'll help you wash..."

"Get out!" Ying Jiao said coldly.

Qiao Anyan was so frightened by him that he let go unconsciously.
Chapter completed!