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7

Blood was surging, Senbei's brain buzzed, and he could hardly hear him.

But she vaguely caught the point, his name, Chen Zhuo.

Senbei didn't make a sound, but the temperature on his face was still hot.

The girl's silence was as expected, Chen Zhuo closed the corners of his lips, and smiled unabated: "It's so cute, why do you keep hiding?"

Yes, cute? !

Seems to be the first time someone described her like this? Is it a compliment?

Maybe it's just polite...

Mainly, she... is not cute at all, Yuanyuan always said she is a freak.

Senbei raised his hand subconsciously, trying to cover his face.

After two seconds, suspended for a while. It seems unnecessary... he can't see it now.

So, his forearm dropped back to his side, his forehead slumped, not knowing what to do next.

Chen Zhuo observed her small and piecemeal movements before handing over the paper bag: "Your milk tea."

Senbei nodded slowly and put out his hands.

The sleeves of her blouse were extremely long. When she stretched it out, the cuffs covered most of her hand, revealing only the first joint of her white and tender fingers, and the small round nails that were not painted.

Chen Zhuo sent a few centimetres forward, and the girl clamped the paper bag with both hands...

Then carefully circle the paper bag back in front of you...

It's like putting some little love in my arms...

Finally, I entered the house and walked back to the door...

Throughout the whole process, she never raised her eyes.

The line of sight under the big hoodie may always be tilted at an angle of 80 degrees, staring hard at the toe of the shoe.

Chen Zhuo smiled very lightly: "You go in, I will help you take the garbage downstairs."

Xianbei was stunned, and reacted in a panic, no, no need.

If she troubles others, she will feel uncomfortable. She just wants to do everything she can.

But the man had already bowed and carried the three large bags of garbage into his hands. When he straightened his waist, he already said goodbye: "Go."

His gaze stayed on the tail of the bangs that leaked from her outside the rim of the hat.

what!

No, I really don't need your help...

I can do it myself...

I really don't want to owe others...

Even though many words in his heart had to break through his throat, Senbei still couldn't blurt out.

The intangible things are there, and repeated talks are all in vain.

Knocking his eyelids, seeing the toe of the man's shoe turn into a heel, Senbei became anxious and reached out to grab his clothes!

It's better to talk about pulling than pulling.

Because Chen Zhuo was wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar and the hem was stuck in the waist of his pants, so...

Can only grab that piece of clothing.

Chen Zhuo naturally noticed the slight resistance and stopped and turned around.