Li Chen walked through the rows of bookshelves to the end of the reading room.
The girl leaned against the bookshelf, her dark brown eyes staring out the window in a daze.
The few strands of hair between the temples looked very transparent under the shining of the sun. She frowned slightly, her lips tightly pressed.
He asked aloud: "Ji bai, what's the matter with you?"
Jibai returned to his senses and suddenly looked at Li Chen: "It's okay, I just... was thinking about something."
"Where is that person?"
"Oh, he's gone."
Ji bai's gaze fell on the few Chinese-English classics at hand: "He... just like that, not very polite, he was really offensive just now, sorry."
Li Chen smiled gently: "Why do you want to apologize for him?"
Yes, why did she apologize for metabolism.
Ji bai remembered the unruly behavior of the boy just now, and his cheeks turned red unconsciously, and the lips still had his temperature and touch, wet and soft.
