Han Zhexi took a tissue, wiped the grease under his eyes, and stared at me fiercely and a little sadly.

I was immediately frightened by him. I sat down immediately, stopped laughing, and became very serious.

"How do you calculate this?" Han Zhexi pointed at the things on his face with his hand.

"More handsome" In order to survive, I had no choice but to flatter him.

Actually, I think it’s ugly. Really, if a ball of something is vaguely stuck to my face, wouldn’t it be ugly?

"Brother Xi, you can't have greasy things on your face, otherwise it will become . What should I do?" Shi Zhenxiang reminded 'kindly', although he also felt a little unbearable in his heart.

"Forget it, I'll take care of it when I get back." Han Zhexi looked at me without saying anything, just took his coat, put it on his shoulders, and walked out coldly.

I looked at his back and blamed myself for a moment in loneliness.

A trace of displeasure flashed through my heart. It was really, really uncomfortable.

After Han Zhexi walked out, he immediately rushed into the public toilet and scratched his face hard with his hands.

"Damn, it's so itchy." Han Zhexi looked at himself in the mirror and cursed,

By now, Han Zhexi's face had turned red, but he still held it back.

In the private room, I focused on what Shi Zhenxiang just said,

Can his face really become ? I see he is so healthy, how could it happen?

Oops, you're dead

keep thinking, keep thinking

I can't eat anymore, I feel uneasy and confused, and my dancing is very rhythmic.

I frowned, smiled slightly, and walked out, not for any reason, just to apologize to Han Zhexi

Han Zhexi happened to come out of the bathroom as well. The two of them met unexpectedly and stayed there for a few seconds.

His handsome face turned red, and there were faint traces of blood.

My heart is inexplicably grasped and hurts unconsciously. I don’t know why. It seems that I am being hanged by an angel without mercy.

"Are you okay?" I seemed to be a different person. Facing him, I said such words that were inconsistent with my identity.

"It's okay" Han Zhexi replied coldly

Suddenly, there was an itch on his face again. Han Zhexi slowly tightened his hands and tried not to scratch him.

The nails slowly dug into the skin, and the pain overcame the itching. Drops of blood quickly flowed down. Han Zhexi soon realized this and hid his slender, white hands behind his back.

"I'm sorry just now," I said hesitantly, but my voice was so quiet that even the mosquitoes couldn't hear it.

But who is Han Zhexi? He just heard it

An inexplicable feeling of happiness flashed through his heart

"Do you want me to accept your apology?" Han Zhexi continued to return to his cold demeanor. In fact, he had already made his plans in his mind.

"certainly"

"Okay, then you have to agree to my request."

"Okay, as long as you don't commit sexual harassment, kill people, or set fires, it's OK."

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Chapter completed!