❝ 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 ❞
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Xiao Zhan moved away, leaving his friends behind including his special friend, Wang Yibo. He gave his favourite bracelet for Wang Yibo as a promise that he will...
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Chapter Ten ♡
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xɪᴀᴏᴢʜᴀɴ'sᴘᴏᴠ:
The rest had finished and we're going back to our class. I was walking silently, still thinking about DD's and Yibo's relationship that's in a nutshell.
"Hey, I was wondering if we can go to club tonight? I'm kinda needing a drink." Lusi stopped in front us and grinned.
"Whatcha think, Xiao Di?" Zanjin turned to DD who's frowning at that.
"Why'd you ask me?" She laughed, "You'll go when I go and you won't be there if I didn't go?" She asked teasingly but her grin disappeared when Zanjin nodded with his serious expression.
"I'll go with you, no matter you say yes or no." He smiled.
DD facepalmed. "You've gotten crazy, Zanzan. Anyway, I think I'll be going."
"Yay!" Lusi giggled happily.
"But!" DD added, cutting the happiness that was tried to creep into Lusi. "Only if my parents let me. Ya know that my dad hates me being a drinker, right?"
"Okay.." Lusi pouted and put her arm on Lei's shoulder. "Ya going?"
"Only if Xiao Di agree to go." He replied with his usual cold tone.
Lusi huffed, "Why'd everyone only go if Xiao Di agree to go?"
They shrugged.
"They're being silly again, Lusi." DD shook her head and went into the class, pulling Lei with her. "See ya later!"
Zanjin went to their class with Lusi, saying the same phrase, leaving me and Yibo walking to our class, side by side.
"Are you all right?"
I looked up when I heard a deep voice spoke next to my ear. I turned to him and smiled. "Yeah."
He nodded and pulled me to the class as I nearly walked into the wrong class. I smiled to him and sat on my seat, not saying anything. I put my head on my desk and closed my eyes.
"Why are you so quiet today?"
"Nothing, just don't feel like talking." I mumbled and my desk vibrates from my voice.
"You feel sick?" I could feel the sense of concerns and worries in his voice as he put his palm on my forehead, feeling my temperature..maybe?
"No," I put his hand on his desk and shook my head. "I'm all right. Just feel kinda tired of too much thinking."
"I don't mind if you wanna share your problems with me." He said softly and I swear that his voice just melted my insides like.. I can't take it when he talks all softly to me because my stomach started feeling uneasy. As though a group of elephants was playing football inside of me.
