Su Zixian could not turn her head anymore, but she still lowered her eyelids, and said perfunctorily: "Is that right?"

Zhou Xingyun said: "Look at me, Zixian, look at me!"

Su Zixian closed her eyes and suddenly looked at him with a willingness and perfunctory look. The freedom and perfunctory just now disappeared, and she changed her determination and refreshingness. She said, "Look at you and look at you, let go of your hand!"

Zhou Xingyun held her hand in his right hand and raised her chin with his left hand. He pretended to be confused: "Which hand?"

Su Zixian's face turned slightly red, she glanced at him and said, "Two hands!"

Zhou Xingyun let go of his left hand, but held on his right hand tightly. He said, "I won't accept the marriage grant because I don't want my feelings to be influenced by others. I'm a little confused about the feelings, but I know I don't want anything!"

Su Zixian pulled out his hand vigorously, stood up, and said, "Then you go, wait for you to think clearly."

Zhou Xingyun also stood up, walked to her, looked at her and said, "I think I think it's clear!"

Su Zixian suddenly turned her head and looked at him, but suddenly pointed at her face and said, "Zhou Xingyun, I know you love her. In fact, it's no big deal. You can chase her. I will support you!"

Zhou Xingyun looked at her eyes deeply, as if she wanted to see her heart. Su Zixian avoided her eyes and stood calmly, with her back straight.

Zhou Xingyun has been caring for her these days, and the internal injuries she suffered have recovered very quickly.

Zhou Xingyun said bitterly: "Do you really don't understand, or are you unwilling to believe it?"

Su Zixian turned her head and looked out the window and said, "I understand, I believe it too!"

Zhou Xingyun stretched out his hands and placed them on her shoulders, letting her face toward him and look in her eyes, but Su Zixian didn't look at him at all. Even though her body was turned toward him, she turned her head and looked out the window.

Zhou Xingyun looked at her awkward appearance, which was both funny and helpless.

A deep affection flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips.

At first, he looked at Su Zixian awkwardly outside the window, and suddenly felt a warm and soft touch on his lips. He was stunned and saw Zhou Xingyun's handsome face magnifying in front of him, and Zhou Xingyun grabbed her shoulder hand and locked her in his arms. The kiss also deepened.

A trace of confusion flashed in Su Zixian's eyes, but it soon became clear. She pushed him away and raised her hand without thinking.

There was a snap.

Zhou Xingyun did not cover his cheeks. He stood there and looked at her deeply.

Su Zixian's face darkened, like the snow-cold frost. She was so angry that her lips trembled. She glared at Zhou Xingyun, and said in shame: "Zhou Xingyun, see clearly. Although I am pressing against her face, I am not her!"

Zhou Xingyun said: "I don't think you are her!"

Su Zixian was so angry that her body trembled: "You kept saying that you had already put it down, but I was just a substitute. You clearly knew it in your heart, but still... still looking for comfort in me. In your eyes, can I let you humiliate?"

Zhou Xingyun said anxiously: "Zixian, what are you talking about? When will I treat you as a substitute? You are you, how could I treat you as whose substitute?"

Su Zixian glared and pointed at herself, her eyes were cold and her eyes were as cold as snow: "Dare you say that it's not because of my current face, so you can't help yourself?"
Chapter completed!