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Chapter 1149 Dating

Chapter 1149 Dating (3)

But Ji Yanche is very clear about his original intention of becoming an idol.

Three words: Lan Ruge.

Ruge, who was sitting opposite Ji Yanche, obviously had no idea what Ji Yanche was thinking about this matter.

When she looked up, she saw Ji Yanche lying on the table with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

Gray hair, a standard comic book handsome face, and a slightly pointed chin.

The strands of hair on his forehead slightly pressed down his eyebrows, and his eyes were bright and lively, as if they contained countless stars.

It's rare to see a boy's eyes so beautiful that they look like a girl's.

Ah, why is a grown man so cute?
And it’s not the sissy kind of cuteness at all, but a very sunny and handsome kind of cuteness.

I almost grew up with Ji Yanche and have long been immune to his handsomeness.

But at this moment, it seemed as if I suddenly realized how handsome Ji Yanche was.

And Ji Yanche, as if he felt Ruge's gaze, raised his eyes as well.

When their eyes met, an inexplicable electric current burst out, making Ruge feel a little numb.

She quickly looked away, "Are you full? If you are, go wash the dishes."

Ji Yanche stood up.

Ruge pushed the bowl towards him.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yanche placed his hands on the table and leaned closer to her. "What did you think of just now? Why are you suddenly afraid to look at me?"

Ruge immediately raised her eyes, "Stop talking nonsense. I don't dare to look at you? What is there about you that I don't dare to look at?"

The next second, both of them were stunned at the same time.

Because at this moment, his face and mine were too close.

Ruge could even see her own reflection in Ji Yanche's pupils.

The breath was filled with each other's scent.

This was the first time that two people were so close to each other while sober.

Just a few more centimeters and you’ll be within kissing distance.

My heart seemed to skip a beat.

Ji Yanche's throat felt a little tight. He held up her face with one hand and murmured, "Ruge..." His breath was getting closer and closer.

Ruge's pupils contracted, and she suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "Forget it, I'll wash it myself."

After saying that, she quickly distanced herself from Ji Yanche and headed for the kitchen holding the two bowls.

Unexpectedly, someone gently grabbed my arm.

"Give it to me." Ji Yanche took it. "You go and rest. I'll take care of the rest."

Ruge didn't bother to be polite with him. After giving it to him, she fell on the sofa, trying to distract herself from her abnormal heartbeat by watching TV.

What happened to her...

Ji Yanche is just her male confidant, a buddy.

When Ruge thought of her parents' failed marriage, she instantly regained her sanity.

Correct.

She won't fall in love with anyone.

I was casually changing channels with the remote control, and suddenly I saw that a satellite TV station was broadcasting a concert.

Ji Yanche's concert.

He seemed to have held nearly a hundred concerts on his world tour last year.

The first Chinese to appear on the Madison stage, with an empty audience.

Represents supreme glory.

Before I knew it, the boy who grew up with me has already reached such a height in the world.

The spotlight was on him, and he seemed to glow as he sang on stage.