hey let me teach you about love

Chapter 1203 The Temperature of Her Palm
"what!"

As soon as Brother Hong kissed him, Huang Mao suddenly yelled, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground 'bang'.

The lightning was too fast to cover his ears, and Brother Hong was also quickly hit on the ground.

Roy opened his eyes and found that someone was punching the boy on the ground one after another.

Roy could see clearly, even in a secluded and dark alley, she could see clearly who was coming.

For him, even if you don't need to look at it, you know it's him.

The breath on his body is inexplicably familiar, so familiar that it is deeply hidden in the bottom of my heart.

His nose was sour, and tears pooled in his eyes.

Brother Hong was beaten to the ground, bleeding from his nose.

Roy saw that he was about to be beaten to death, and was about to speak.

Mo Yihan stood up, loosened his collar, then lifted his foot, and kicked Brother Hong's vitals without hesitation.

With this kick, Brother Hong couldn't even breathe, he only felt a pain in his vitals, and the pain was so painful that he was sweating profusely.

I couldn't make any sound I wanted to shout.

Brother Hong passed out immediately, his face pale.

The yellow hair just now had been beaten to death by Mo Yihan, and Mo Yihan was not polite to this yellow hair, and kicked directly at the root of his life.

Because he doesn't want these people to harm here again.

Even moved his people.

Roy watched him deal with the two hooligans, then turned and left, a little anxious.

Since he came here, he hasn't said a word to her, and he doesn't even look at her.

Not only does it make her uncomfortable.

She, who didn't cry just now, saw him turn and leave now, the tears that were originally in her eyes kept streaming down.

One after another, like a kite with a broken string.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Yihan didn't turn around.

Go outside.

When he was about to get into the car, his hand was grabbed.

When her hand was cold, it was the temperature of her palm.

Mo Yihan knew it was her without looking back.

Roy was shocked by the temperature in his palm, it was his temperature.

As the weather gets colder, she tends to get cold hands and feet.

But he is different, he is warm.

In winter, he would cover hers with his warm hand to keep her warm.

But now, she was about to lose him.

She didn't want to, really didn't want to, not at all.

"Yi Han." She cried out his name while crying.

Mo Yihan's heart trembled, it had been a long time since she called him that, with crying.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

But he is aware of the situation at the moment.

Mo Yihan didn't move his fingers, nor did he move his body.

Roy's tears have been shedding continuously, but they still haven't stopped.

She was already in tears.

She knew that she had to speak out, and she was afraid that if she didn't speak up, she would never have another chance.

"Can we still...be...together?" The voice was deeply choked, and every word was trembling, with inner tremors.

She didn't know if she could continue, but she knew he was coming.

He has always been there.

If it weren't for those two little gangsters, maybe she wouldn't have found out.

Thinking about it now, it was thanks to those two little gangsters that she found out that he was always there.

Mo Yihan didn't know how to answer.

He gave her many chances, but in the end she still didn't believe in herself.

And now, she asked if they could still be together.

He couldn't help answering in his heart: yes.

Just didn't bring myself to say it.

Because he didn't even have the courage to speak out.

He couldn't lose again, and she left without saying goodbye.

(End of this chapter)