Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu's bony hands held the black chopsticks and picked out the noodles a few times.

It's clear soup, no chili.

She eats slowly and gracefully.

The fog is rising.

The rising white smoke blurred her face.

The long eyelashes seemed to be covered with mist.

She raised her eyes slightly and found Ling Yiche looking at her.

"Why are you looking at me?" There are words on my face?

"Chuchu..."

The young man looked hesitant.

He carefully glanced at her peach-like eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Ling Yiche sat upright, with his hands on the dining table, and his expression was slightly reserved, like a well-behaved and obedient primary school student.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

The young man clenched his hands slightly, as if he had made a lot of determination before he mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Chuchu...you, do you like girls?"

Wen Yunuan is a girl, and she likes Chuchu. Maybe it was because she didn't know Chuchu was a girl, but this incident still made people feel uneasy.

If you really like it, you won't care about the gender.

"..."

Hearing this, Ying Junchu raised his eyes again. Under his long eyelashes were a pair of deep and narrow peach blossom-like eyes.

"like……"

The voice was cold and calm.

"..."

The young man was silent, his face seemed a bit paler, his eyelids were drooped, his slender and thick eyelashes were quivering, his red lips were slightly pursed, his hands were slightly clenched, and crystal clear beads of sweat appeared on his white palms.

"Why don't I like myself?"

Ying Junchuyun added lightly, with a cold and indifferent look on his face, feeling from the bottom of his heart that this was a meaningless question.

"..."

The expression on the young man's face finally relaxed, his white fingers curled slightly, his clear eyes filled with white mist, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Oh, I see."

He raised his eyes and smiled brightly, and the light of the chandelier was crushed in his eyes, and the little bits of light were like thousands of bright stars.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, why don't you go to bed?"

"You have to go to school tomorrow."

Ying Junchu glanced at him indifferently, and there was a hint of indigo under the young man's beautiful and delicate eyes.

The school's big exam is coming soon, and the atmosphere has become tense. The tasks in each subject have increased and become more difficult, making both teachers and students tired.

Saintilan is not only an aristocratic school, but also a school that pays attention to student performance and all-round development. The teaching is rigorous and requires all students and teachers to take the school's major exams seriously and prepare for the college entrance examination, the most grand exam in China.

For the past week, Ling Yiche had gone to bed early in the morning every day and got up at around five o'clock in the morning. With insufficient sleep time and poor sleep quality, his complexion was naturally not good.

"Wait a little longer and go to bed."

There was a hint of pleading in his soft voice.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for you, I'll wash the dishes for you before going to bed." Ling Yiche's eyes fell on her.

"No, you go to bed quickly." Ying Junchu drove him away impatiently.

"Chuchu..." He wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Ying Junchu's movements.

She threw the boy into his room like a chicken.

"..." There was no way to resist.

Leave it to fate.

When Ying Jun first closed the door to his room, he suddenly remembered something.

She opened the door again.

"What did you give your friend today?"

She asked suddenly, her face was as cold as ice and her tone was unkind.

Perhaps because of the distance, Ling Yiche didn't seem to hear the unkindness in her tone.

He answered honestly: "The Hanfu was given as a gift."

"What's wrong, Chuchu, is there any problem?"

Ling Yiche didn't know why she suddenly asked this, but she still answered truthfully.

"..." Not only is there a problem, there is also a big problem!