During that time, perhaps because the war in the third year of high school had begun, the chances of Jibai and Xie Sui to meet were naturally much less.
Girls' minds are usually more delicate and sensitive than boys. In the basketball hall that day, the Ji Jing silhouette of the cousin's sister made Jibai aware that something was wrong.
Xie Sui had never told her before, that he and Ji Jing still had a private conversation.
Jibai really tried very hard to restrain herself, don't think about the bad things, but as long as she cared about it, she couldn't do it completely.
Xie Sui is not the man who suffered from suffering and had nothing but her in the last life.
Xie Sui is eighteen years old, young, handsome, and prosperous. Even if it is just a cigarette-lighting gesture, a smile and a smile can attract the attention of many girls around him.
Jibai was a little worried in her heart.
