Young Master's Love Trap

Chapter 85 Don't Follow Me Anymore (5)

Suddenly, the boy's speed increased, and he turned into an alley. When Yu Yuanyuan ran there panting, there was no one in front of him.

Yu Yuanyuan looked at the two forked intersections in front of her, secretly anxious in her heart, not knowing which way the boy was going.

Just as he was about to walk a random path, the back collar was suddenly grabbed.

Yu Yuanyuan only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, her back was pressed against the cold wall, and a heavy pressure was coming from her front.

She raised her head in horror, looking at the young man who was holding her collar, her eyes were flickering.

The boy raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, "It's you again? How long are you going to follow me?"

"No... not really."

Yu Yuanyuan caught the flash of coldness in his eyes and froze for a while, but looking at it again, it was indifferent.

"No? Then don't tell me, you happen to be on the same road as me?"

"Yeah." Embarrassed by being caught, Yu Yuanyuan didn't care about anything else, she just nodded along with him, wanting to prove her innocence.

But her face still smiled involuntarily, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

He has never done such a thing before, will he... Will he look down on her?

The boy quickly let go of her collar, put his hands in his trouser pockets, took a step back, and looked at her sideways.

"This method of striking up a conversation has long been outdated, and I will come back with a better excuse in the future."

"However..." There was a pause, and it seemed to be in an extremely disdainful tone, "Your type is not my type."

After walking, he turned around gracefully and left.

After walking a few steps, she turned her head again, her eyes were extremely cold, even if she was used to seeing Xia Zihao's sinister eyes, Yu Yuanyuan felt chills.

"Stop following me."

Yu Yuanyuan leaned against the wall in a daze, unable to react for a long time. Looking at the alley where the boy disappeared, her mood plummeted.

Desperate to find the school, she broke her glasses again.

Even though she knew that this was a third-rate school, it was not well-known, and she never thought that this school was so broken...

The signboard at the door hangs crookedly, and the two iron doors are all rusted, and they feel like they will fall down if pushed. There is an old man lying on the table in the duty room and snoring.

(End of this chapter)