Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Just kidding." The girl suddenly laughed softly again, her smile as sweet as she was drinking honey. To be honest, if An Chuxia were a man, she might be fascinated by her smile.

"Just... kidding?" An Chuxia didn't react for a while, just repeating the girl's words mechanically.

The girl nodded and replied: "I'm not a bad person! Hello, early summer, my name is Xinyu, Xia Xinyu. Summer in summer, heart, heart, language."

How come... there are people whose expressions and attitudes can change so quickly. An Chuxia took a deep breath, held the girl's hand, and said politely: "Well, hello. Your name sounds good."

"Yeah. Everyone said that. I also think that at least your name is better than Chuxia." Xia Xinyu winked mischievously at An Chuxia, and said again before An Chuxia could react: "Just kidding. Yes. Your name is also very nice in early summer."

"Um..." She smiled awkwardly. I just feel that this girl ignores every word of the joke, so that she doesn't know which sentence she said is true and which sentence is a joke.

The night fell quickly, the moon was hanging high on the other side of the sky, and a few stars were faintly shining on this side. At the foot of the mountain everybody's activity area is sprinkled with things that are said to be able to prevent mosquitoes, but the effect is obviously not very good, and mosquitoes still fly over from time to time.

Each class is assigned according to the student number who will sleep with tonight. Of course, girls and boys are separated. Lucky in early summer of An, I was assigned to the same tent as the representative of the Chinese class. The representative of the Chinese class is a person who speaks very fluently, but has a very good personality, and the two people have a good relationship. In other words, An Chuxia gets along well with everyone in her class.

After the tents are allocated, the boys will help put the luggage in the tents, and the girls will help the boys organize the tents. An Chuxia was busy tidying up her tent with the representative of the Chinese class in the tent, when she was suddenly caught by the collar of a person. Turning around, it was Han Qilu.

"Come out." After Han Qilu finished speaking, he let go and stood up straight and left.

"I..." An Chuxia glanced at the Chinese representative Xiaoya embarrassedly.

Xiaoya shrugged indifferently: "If you have something to do, go quickly, lest Master Qilu waits in a hurry. But remember to come back quickly and tidy up other boys' tents together. If the teacher catches laziness, it will be troublesome Oh."

An Chuxia nodded and said, ‘I’ll be back soon’, and quickly turned out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the evening breeze was blowing. Not far away, I don’t know who lit a pile of fire, but nearby, there are tents with lights of different colors and patterns next to each other. Eliminated the feeling of emptiness in my heart.

"I don't know how to come out in a dress." As soon as the voice fell, a black coat was draped over An Chuxia's shoulders.

Tilting his head, it happened to meet Han Qilu's sparkling eyes. The tepid smile made An Chuxia blush for some reason. Fortunately, at night, Han Qilu didn't notice her abnormality, but took her hand and walked away from the tent.

"What's wrong with me suddenly?" After walking for a long time, looking at the tent farther and farther away from him, An Chuxia finally couldn't help but ask.

Han Qilu stopped then and turned his head to look at An Chuxia, with a bit of anger in his tone: "What? I can't call you out if I'm fine?"