The other party had a strong tone, but the low voice, plus milky, had no discouragement effect at all.
But MuMian raised her eyes and stopped teasing.
“Okay, I got it, I was wrong.”
The other party just turned their head slightly, but An Yin was stunned. He pursed his lips, raised his eyes, and glanced at the other party’s expression. He was very calm as if he didn’t take the matter to his heart at all.
The secret just hangs there like that, not going up or down, it was extremely depressing.
“Forget it.” The young man raised his eyes and spoke somewhat depressed, with a very low voice he said, “I’m going back.”
MuMian nodded subconsciously, without saying anything, “Okay.”
She took a look at the time, “It looks like class is about to end. You should go back and rest early, isn’t it a holiday tomorrow?”
An Yin was expressionless, and his slightly immature face looked serious, “Yeah.”
An Yin returned to the dormitory as class got let out.
MuJuan and An Yin were in the same room. He opened the door and went in, and saw MuJuan lying lazily on the bed, staring at the phone. When he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.
MuJuan lay with his back on the bed, his expression a little unclear, but his tone was silly, “Man, you skipped class.”
After he finished speaking, he tweeted again, “Awesome.”
An Yin didn’t want to pay attention to him and walked quietly to the table, but he seemed to have thought of something. He stopped.
He unexpectedly said, “Yeah.”
MuJuan did not expect a response, but when he received one he stared at An Yin, his expression was unclear, and he raised his eyebrows.
“Next time you skip class, remember to call me… I don’t know what Old Man Li thinks. If you skip class, he says that your sick and need to rest.”
He snorted coldly, “Why doesn’t he say that your brain is uncomfortable and you need to see a doctor?”
An Yin ignored him again.
The boy sat down, he lowed his eyes.
Thinking of the scene before leaving, the girl turned around and smiled at him, and waved goodbye politely. An Yin’s eyelashes trembled, and he stretched out his hand and opened the drawer.
He glanced over, and there was a pink box lying quietly on the table.
The teenager reached out and took it out. The packaging of the yogurt box was beautiful and pink, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of a rigorous and cold teenager, but as he pursed his lips, he stared quietly at the box in his hand. But don’t feel violated.
An Yin quietly put the yogurt box in his hand on the table and opened WeChat.
【Home yet? 】
He sent it, and then realized later that there seemed to be no relationship between the two of them, and it seemed a bit abrupt to ask this.
Before he could withdraw the message, the other party had already replied: 【En, just arrived. 】
An Yin glanced at it and pressed his lips. He put down the phone, the chat page of two people was still displayed on the screen. He glanced at each other’s information and then looked at the pink yogurt box.
Looked at it for a while.
He suddenly raised his hand and touched his warm earlobe.
Although I don’t quite understand it yet, as long as I think of that person, my heart beats fast.
In the end, An Yin admits it.
One month before he was about to reach adulthood, he met such a person, and he had his first heartbeat in seventeen years.