In Zhuang Zhou's memory, Jiujiu is such a gentle person, but why is he so angry now?

Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt that Jiujiu's temper was not very good at all, and she became gentle because she liked him.

Now, Jiujiu doesn't like him anymore, and her temper naturally returns to what she used to be.

When Zhuang Zhou's heart felt particularly bitter when he thought that Jiujiu didn't like him.

Now it is useless to eat berberine and lemon, it is like being stabbed by a knife, with pain full of holes.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou's haggard face because of sadness, the circles that were blackened because of sleepless night, and the red eyes that were almost like vampires, and suddenly she smiled.

Jiujiu's makeup style is not as sweet as before, but rather charming as before. The long and thin eyeliner lengthens at the end of the eyes. When smiling, the corners of the eyes are slightly picked, and with rose-red eyeshadow, it is as bright as peach petals, and it is as charming as a charming girl from the deep mountains.

Zhuang Zhou absorbed the smile on Jiujiu's face like a dry sponge, and his eyes were even more staring at Jiujiu.

Zhuang Zhou only realized that when Jiujiu smiled, two small dimples appeared on the corner of her mouth, which were not as deep as the dimples, but it made people unable to help but indulge in it.

This is probably what everyone says if you don’t drink and you get drunk.

Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to touch Jiujiu's cheek, but Jiujiu hid behind and avoided it.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou's eyes and whispered: "What does it have to do with me?"

Jiujiu's smile was like drinking poison to quench thirst, making Zhuang Zhou think he had a little chance, but when Jiujiu said in a cold tone that he had something to do with me, Zhuang Zhou's face seemed to instantly change from a color photo to a black and white silent film, losing its color.

Zhuang Zhou's already pale lips instantly lost their color, and his already red eyes showed pain and struggle. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a single syllable like a mute. Zhuang Zhou only felt all the pain surged into his eyes. He blinked his eyes, his eyes were wet and warm.

Zhuang Zhou raised his hand and held Jiujiu's arm, but he was very weak because he was afraid that Jiujiu would be angry. He looked at Jiujiu with a very gentle voice and said, "Jiujiu, I really know that I was wrong."

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and continued to say what she said just now: "What does it have to do with me?"

"I like you." A love almost exhausted Zhuang Zhou's strength, and this sentence made him realize it suddenly. Zhuang Zhou said with an almost sudden enlightenment: "Jiujiu, I like you, I can't do without you. I will never do anything that makes you sad again. Let's start over?"

At the end of his speech, Zhuang Zhou's tone was almost begging.

If it were someone else, I would have forgiven Zhuang Zhou a long time ago.

But Jiujiu is not.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou with an expressionless face, raised her hand, pulled Zhuang Zhou's hand down from her arm, stepped forward to Zhuang Zhou, tiptoed, looked at Zhuang Zhou's eyes and said, "But I already have a boyfriend. He likes me better than you, he treats me better, and I like him very much."

Jiujiu's words were like a slap in the face.

Zhuang Zhou's lips moved, trying to say something to keep Jiujiu, but in the end he found that although Jiujiu's words were dull, every word seemed sarcastic.

Yes, he used to be bad to Jiujiu, he didn't like Jiujiu so much before, and he hurt Jiujiu before.

He was like a bastard, hurting such a good girl so deeply. Now he suddenly realized that he wanted to start over, but he didn't care about it anymore.

Or, people don't care at all.

Zhuang Zhou was so painful that he was about to go crazy.

He had a smooth life in the first half of his life. From childhood to adulthood, he was the child of other people's families. After graduation, he obeyed his own wishes and became an e-sports player. Later, he started a team and is now even more at ease.

Zhuang Zhou, who was doing everything smoothly, discovered for the first time that he was a complete loser in terms of relationships.

When Jiujiu was nice to him, he often didn't know how to cherish him. Now Jiujiu gave up on him, but he was like a dog-skin plaster and was reluctant to let go. Even though he knew that Jiujiu had a boyfriend, he still pestered Jiujiu.

Zhuang Zhou knew that it was wrong for him to do this. He did this for three, but he couldn't help it.

No matter what he does, he can think of Jiujiu. No matter where he is, he will feel the traces of Jiujiu's existence. He also thought of leaving this city, but when he thought that he would lose Jiujiu's traces, Zhuang Zhou felt in pain.

Zhuang Zhou felt his heart trembling constantly. He raised his hand and held Jiujiu's arm again, and whispered: "I can like you more, and I can treat you better. I can give you everything. Don't leave me, okay?"

Zhuang Zhou was like a poor child, constantly begging like Jiujiu.

But what others beg for is money, but what he begs for is so pitiful and likes it a little bit.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and raised her hand.

Zhuang Zhou quickly squatted down so that Jiujiu could put his arm around his neck.

Jiujiu raised her head and kissed Zhuang Zhou's lips.

Although Jiujiu had kissed her countless times before, she felt the familiar warmth on her lips again. Zhuang Zhou was like a dying person who had eaten a fairy pill. The paleness on her face instantly disappeared, and a little light flashed in her eyes.

Zhuang Zhou picked up Jiujiu, fearing that he would be exhausted when he stood on tiptoe. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss Jiujiu again, but Jiujiu avoided it.

A faint trace flashed through Zhuang Zhou's eyes, but he forced himself to smile and said, "Jiujiu, have you promised me?"

Jiujiu leaned her head on Zhuang Zhou's shoulder and said casually: "What do you promise? I didn't say anything."

Zhuang Zhou's eyes that had just lit up instantly dimmed again.

"Then you just now..." Thinking of Jiujiu's kissing, Zhuang Zhou's heart of death came back to life again, and asked hopefully: "Do you have feelings for me too?"

Jiujiu raised her head, looked at Zhuang Zhou's face, and smiled and said, "No."

The two words made Zhuang Zhou fall from heaven to hell, but even so, Zhuang Zhou still couldn't bear to let Jiujiu go.

He was like a snowman wrapped in ice and snow, and Jiujiu was his only warmth. He was reluctant to let go of this warmth.

Zhuang Zhou did not sleep for two days and two nights, and his body was already a little overwhelmed. After holding it for a while, he was so tired that he started to sweat. Although he couldn't bear to bear it, he could only hold Jiujiu and sit on the sofa aside. Even so, Zhuang Zhou still couldn't bear to let go of his hand holding Jiujiu. (To be continued)
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