She is soft on my heart

Chapter 116 Look at me, okay?
At the entrance of the semi-dark alley, a tall black figure came down from behind without warning, and the boy wrapped his arms around her slender and petite body forcefully.

Li Xingshen was startled suddenly, his eyes widened in fear.

The moment she was about to struggle, the boy's unique and long-lost familiar smell surrounded her, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

Li Xingchen's raised hand was fixed and did not move, and the panic and fear that had not yet risen also disappeared, and his mood became complicated and confused in an instant.

He drank, and seemed to drink a lot.

The temperature at night was lowered lower and lower by the cold wind, but his body was terribly hot.

Jiang Cong hugged her tightly, buried his head on her neck, and breathed heavily, the breath scalding her skin.

His strength wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either. Alcohol paralyzed his rationality, like his longing for her after many days of forbearance and restraint collapsed.

Li Xing quietly let him hold her. In the darkness, for some reason, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

In the silence, only the night wind passing through the dark alley brushed against my ears.

"Li Xingchen." He suddenly called to her, his voice hoarse, as if being run over by gravel.

"En." Li Xingchen replied softly, his voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

"I like you so much. Really."

I don't know how much wine he drank, and his speech was a little vague, so he tried his best to pronounce the words clearly.

Whispering in the ear, the young man's firm liking is no longer wanton publicity, his arrogance has faded, and he only appears cautious and sad.

He retracted his arms, and the young man folded his pride, and his voice was hoarse, as if begging: "Look at me, okay?"

Li Xingchen's eyelashes twitched suddenly, and tears fell instantly, running across her slightly cool cheeks, she clearly felt the feeling like her heart was breaking a little bit.

She didn't know how it became like this.

She didn't want to see Jiang Cong like this, she obviously didn't want to hurt him.

She liked his too.

But those things that held her back were invisible and intangible, like a shapeless, heavy and heavy rock, pressing her down every time she wanted to respond to him.

She couldn't take that step.

She recoiled because of her timidity, because she had always lived within the constraints of a frame.

She must always be obedient and keep herself, so that she will not be thrown away.

At this moment, feeling his sadness, together with his own depressed emotions, almost crushed Li Xingchen.

She sniffed, couldn't hold back her tears, sobbed louder and shivered under his embrace.

As if being poured with a basin of cold water, Jiang Cong woke up suddenly.

In his heart he called himself a jerk.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He let go of her, backed away in a panic, and couldn't stand still, barely touching the wall behind.

Li Xingshen didn't dare to turn to face him.Jiang Cong didn't even dare to get close to her anymore, seeing her trembling shoulders, listening to her patient crying, he clenched his fists.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. His voice became much clearer, his tone returned to calm, and he said to the other end, "Send her back."

That night, Yang Lang sent her home. When she got to the front of the building, she said to Yang Lang, "Don't let him drink so much."

Yang Lang frowned and sighed, "Where will Brother Cong listen to us?"

"I've played with him for so long, and I've never seen him be so stubborn about anything."

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After that night, Jiang Cong seemed to avoid her on purpose, and they didn't speak a word.

She will no longer bump into the young man's gaze the moment she raises her head.

However, although Jiang Cong returned to the state of frequent skipping classes, he did not hand in blank papers in the exam as before, but his grades have been visibly improving.

The only connection between the two during this time was that the names on the report card were quietly drawing closer.

Before I knew it, most of the semester was over, and the cold in the north came suddenly, and the temperature dropped sharply in winter, maybe because I was not used to it, Li Xing sank to pay attention to catch a cold and catch a cold.

I lied when I went to the infirmary last time. I didn't expect that I really caught a cold this time, and it was getting worse and worse. My head was hot and dizzy, and my nose was stuffy.

Just in time for her menstrual period, Li Xingchen was weak all over, with no blood on her face, lying sickly on the table with her head buried in her arms, wanting to take a break during the big class break.

"Are you really okay Xingchen?" Xiao Jia also saw that her cold was getting worse these days, so he reached out and touched her forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

Li Xing's heavy eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, he shook his head, and his soft voice was nasal, muffled in his clothes, "I've already taken the medicine, just sleep for a while."

Li Xingchen was already a light sleeper, drowsy, and the surroundings were getting louder and louder. Li Xingchen slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Qiu Qize stood on the podium, the class was extremely lively, she asked Xiao Jia: "What's wrong?"

"Let's prepare for the New Year's Eve show." Seeing her pale face, Xiao Jia frowned worriedly, "Are you feeling better? Why don't you ask for leave."

Li Xingchen pulled a few strands of hair that fell on the side of his face behind his ears, and smiled back, "It's better."

"But you look like you could pass out at any moment, you know baby?"

Li Xingchen unscrewed the cup and took a sip of warm water, but insisted: "It's fine."

The few or two words in the chaotic discussion fell into his ears, Qiu Qize glanced at her, and then went back to the preparations for the New Year's Day program.

The school's New Year's Eve party is held separately for each grade, and each class must present at least one program, discussing and discussing the past, and adopting the innovative suggestions of the cultural and sports committee.

Musical sitcom.

She came up with this idea after seeing a very popular video on the Internet. She opened the multimedia on the spot to find the video, and got unanimous approval after watching it.

"If you're sure it's this, it's easy for an actor to talk about, but is there anyone in our class who can play cello and piano?" Qiu Qize proposed the first difficulty to face.

The fiery atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

"So this is not very."

Qiu Qize planned to veto it, but before he finished speaking, someone suddenly said, "Li Xingchen knows how to play the cello."

After the words fell, everyone turned their attention to the quiet figure in the first row.

And Xiao Jia frowned, turned to look at the girl who spoke diagonally behind her, it was Pan Pan.She rolled her eyes, "A lot of things."

Li Xingshen can play the cello, and she mentioned it when she was chatting with Xiao Jia in the dormitory, and Pan Pan snorted contemptuously at that time.

The class was quiet at the moment, and Pan Pan was sitting not far from them. After hearing the phrase "many things", she raised her voice and said, "Contribute to the class, if you have talent, show it. "

"Why don't you contribute?" Xiao Jia choked on her angrily, knowing that she had no good intentions.

The atmosphere in the class suddenly became a little delicate.

Li Xingchen looked at him listlessly, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing, he just pulled Xiao Jia's arm to prevent her from arguing with Pan Pan.

Pan Pan persisted and said, "Aren't I less talented than her?"

(End of this chapter)