Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chen Jianji's brows furrowed instantly.

"Where is your stuff here?"

"I came up here all alone with only one bag, are you out of your mind?"

As Chen Jianji spoke, he finally began to see Lin Qingxue's expression more clearly.

Her complexion looked a little off, and her neck was slightly flushed.

Chen Jianji twitched his nose.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted over.

"Have you been drinking?"

He remembered that bottle of beer, and his brows furrowed even more deeply.

Lin Qingxue has a very low alcohol tolerance; judging from her current state, she probably drank the remaining half bottle.

Chen Jianji said coldly.

"You wouldn't let me drink it, but you drank it all yourself?"

"You're coming here to cause trouble while drunk?"

Lin Qingxue was taken aback, and then explained.

"I'll just take a small sip, I want to taste what it's like."

Chen Jianji clicked his tongue and pointed at Lin Qingxue's cheek and neck.

"I don't know your alcohol tolerance. You can't possibly drink this much from just a small sip?"

Lin Qingxue remained silent.

Is there a possibility...

Is she nervous?

Lin Qingxue didn't reply, but instead reached out and tightened her collar.

"My things are in your backpack."

Chen Jianji was amused.

"How is that possible?"

Lin Qingxue continued.

"While you were sleeping in the car, you sleepwalked and just put my backpack in there."

Listen to her calm words.

Chen Jianji was so angry he laughed.

"Lin Qingxue, do you even believe that yourself? Such a lame excuse!"

"If there really is one, you put it there yourself, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this...

Lin Qingxue immediately stared straight at him.

"You used to use such absurd reasons all the time."

Her calm voice trembled slightly at the end, seemingly due to the effects of alcohol.

"I believed it all."

Lin Qingxue stared at Chen Jianji, her eyes reflecting the light from the hallway and the room.

When she speaks, it's like a shard of broken starlight.

Chen Jianji's body suddenly stiffened.

His hands, which were gripping the door panel, tightened slightly.

He stared at the person in front of him and fell into a long silence.

Lin Qingxue met his gaze without flinching.

However, compared to her usual self, she seemed to have been drinking.

It has lost some of its crispness and gained some of its fragility.

His eyes were like water, rippling with emotion.

Chen Jianji looked at her intently.

Lin Qingxue was talking about things at school, not the future she dreamed of.

Although I often...

Tsk, never mind.

She didn't mention anything about the future, so she didn't break the agreement.

There's nothing to fuss about, just give it to her.

Chen Jianji spoke only after he had thought it through.

"You stand here, I'll go in and get it for you."

He let go of her hand, turned around, went back to his room, and picked up the backpack that was on the bedside table.

Chen Jianji unzipped the bag and saw a beige backpack.

"You actually left it here? What are you trying to do?"

He had barely finished speaking.

Click!

A soft sound came from the doorway.

Chen Jianji suddenly looked up.

Lin Qingxue had entered at some point.

She reached out and, while doing so, also hung the door chain back on.

Chen Jianji was stunned.

"What are you doing in here? Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"

Lin Qingxue pointed to the door.

"I just saw Coach Yang, and he saw me too. He looked very grim."

Chen Jianji said irritably.

"What Coach Yang?"

"So, do you see how grim my expression is now?"

"Take it and get out!"

He took out his off-white backpack, stepped forward, and handed it to Lin Qingxue.

Then you have to reach out to open the door and push the person out.

Just then.

Lin Qingxue suddenly spoke up to remind her.

"It was at the driving school that you injured Coach Yang's hand."

Chen Jianji paused.

"You mean Yang Jinghui?"

He realized what he had said almost instinctively.

"No, I didn't hurt him. He said he fell himself! Are you out of your mind?!"

Lin Qingxue's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

She wanted to say that she wasn't blind, but she just said it calmly.

"Yes, I remembered it wrong."

"Can I sit for a while before I leave?"

Lin Qingxue pointed outside.

"At least after he leaves."

Chen Jianji snorted coldly.

"What's the big deal? I'll just kick him out."

"The hotel room has a chain that's locked. Remember to lock it properly later, and he won't be able to get in."

He unlocked the door and was about to press down the handle to open it.

Chen Jianji's eyes were downcast.

If Lin Qingxue were to presumptuously try to stop him again.

They told us not to fight or argue with people.

He can drive people away without any mercy.

Of course, valuing harmony is important.

But that depends on the person.

When dealing with a thug like Yang Jinghui, you should give way.

People will only think you're easier to bully.

Since we've already offended them, one more time won't make a difference.

Of course, it's also possible that this person isn't even outside!

No matter what the circumstances.

Nothing could shake his determination to drive Lin Qingxue away!

Click...

Chen Jianji moved very slowly.

Press your hand down completely.

Lin Qingxue didn't stop him.

Chen Jianji's brows furrowed immediately.

He continued his hand movements.

Just as he was about to open the door.

His left hand, which was hanging by his side, was suddenly gently grasped by a pair of slender hands.

It's icy cold.

It has a soft touch.

Chen Jianji's hand moved almost unconsciously.

The action of opening the door also stopped.

A dim, yellowish light shone through the crack in the door into the hallway.

Chen Jianji felt his palm being gently rubbed by slender fingers.

He slowly looked over.

Lin Qingxue spoke softly.

"Just a little while."

A gust of wind blew in through the crack in the door for no apparent reason.

Her long hair also flowed freely.

Under the illumination of the room's ceiling light.

It seemed as if even the strands of hair were coated with a shimmering light.

Lin Qingxue gently lowered her head to her slender shoulder.

A pale smile appeared on her face, her eyebrows slightly arched, and the corners of her eyes held a dark red hue under the lamplight.

"May I?"

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