A Fight for Love

Early in the morning, Qian Lin went out to the cram school as usual. Lin Ziqi watched Qian Lin's hind feet as he went out, and then bounced into Qian Lin's room. After a while, there was a little noise in Qian Lin's room.

First, the ding-ding-dong-dong guitar sounded melodiously, and after a while, a man's voice that was comparable to a ghost cry in the middle of the night filled the corners of the room. Even the door of the room opened from the outside, but the people inside couldn't hear it.

Damn! Haunted this is! My room... Qian Linfu opened the door and was shocked by the howling of ghosts and wolves that filled the room. What's the situation? Haunted in broad daylight? Then he reacted, shouting at Lin Ziqi, and rushed towards her room.

The room was quiet again, Lin Ziqi tilted her head, Qian Lin held Lin Ziqi's ear, and appeared in the hall like this.

"Hmm, you **** kid! Why are you touching my things again! Sister, how many times have I said it...cough cough..."

Lin Ziqi watched Qian Lin coughing for a while because of anger and anxiety, and his heart moved for no reason, and then he was severely contemptuous. If you speak faster, you can choke on your own saliva, which is really not ordinary.

"That's not your thing..."

card! what? Actually dared to speak loudly. Damn, my sister didn't fix him today, he thought he was in charge here! Qian Lin thought about it in her heart, and viciously threw the bag in her hand onto the sofa, and then ran towards the broom on the side.

Although Qian Lin was angrily trying to fix Lin Ziqi, she didn't realize that she had already regarded this Lin Ziqi, whom she had always tried her best to drive out, as one of her members.

"You said you just look like Zifeng! Why is this temper so bad! Even being a man is so bad! Don't you know that other people's things can't be moved?"

Lin Ziqi looked at Qian Lin, who was yelling at him holding the broom high, his mouth flattened, his eyes blinked, and his face looked up at her pitifully. But he gave a faint snort in his heart! Compare me to the dead man again, I am me, he is him! Lin Ziqi's thoughts became more and more intense, and his face also became gloomy a little bit.

Qian Lin looked at Lin Ziqi's rapidly changing face, and the broom held high was put aside silently. Gently walked to Lin Ziqi's side and fixedly looked at him.

"Odd, it's not that my sister has to be so fierce about you, you are so far from your brother. The days when he first lived here, he never came into my room casually. It's just that we two fell in love. After he enters my room, he will always knock on the door to ask for my permission in advance. Your brother told me that when a boy enters a girl’s room, he will always feel uncomfortable. You are his own brother, why? on……"

Lin Ziqi took back the gloomy smile in his eyes, and the light and elegant smile hung on his face so abruptly. Qian Lin was dumbfounded. She knew that his smile was charming, and she knew that he would not lose to Zifeng when he smiled seriously.

"Sister, you are late for class today!"

Damn it! Qian Linka gave a cry, grabbed her bag and ran out, then returned and rushed into her room, rushing out with something in her hand.

"Pobaby, you'd better give me an obedient, otherwise..."

Qian Lin made a click motion with her hand and slammed the door away. Only Lin Ziqi's hollow eyes were left looking at the door that opened and closed. It took a long time to mutter to himself. She had never forgotten that person before, and she actually thought of him that way. why? Why doesn't he lack anything, and why I have the same surname Lin but I don't have anything! I was his spare tire in that home where there was no trace of warmth, and I had to live in his shadow from birth. Now when he comes to his girlfriend Qian Lin, she still uses me as his spare tire. Is it because I was born to be a spare tire?