Days with the School Prince Volume 1: Gentle Kiss

  When I saw him, it seemed like I had caught a lifesaving straw in my heart, and I hurriedly crawled up from the ground, but I didn't have any strength at all, and before I could even get up, I fell back down again.

  "Pervert, return the amethyst to me, okay?" I said, raising my head high and stretching out my hand to him.

  Before my eyes, there is only rainwater and air, nothing else remains.

  It was all fake, everything was an illusion. It makes sense when you think about it, how could a pervert be here?

  He should be in school at this time...

  Suddenly feel so cold, really so cold...

  Sitting weakly in the rain, hugging myself tightly with both hands, but still shivering with cold, trembling all over...

  Powerless, helpless, lonely, desolate, empty, numb...

  Just when I was about to give up hope, I suddenly felt that the rain had stopped, but if it were still pouring down in front of me like beans.

  "How can you sit on the ground without feeling cold? Get up quickly." At this time, I heard a very pleasant voice.

  I turned around and looked up, a stranger I didn't know, he was very good-looking, looking at me with half-closed eyes, the bangs on his forehead covered half of his eyebrows, although his eyebrows were covered halfway, but I could still see those thick eyebrows.

  Staring at his slightly upturned thin lips, I was stunned...

  "It's okay, get up first." The handsome guy said gently to me.

  I stood up weakly, he strongly supported me, and when I stood up, I fell into his arms again.

  In his arms, she smelled a familiar scent.

  It seems familiar...

  Then I just felt a blackness in front of my eyes and heard that handsome guy calling me: "What's wrong, are you okay? Qiqi..."

  I don't understand why he knows my name, and there seems to be a familiar scent on him...

  When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the bed in my room at Aunt Lan's house.

  I feel like something is pressing on my hand, I lower my head and take a look, the pervert guy is leaning against my bed, pressing on my hand.

  My hand felt numb and my head ached. As I gently pulled back my hand, I woke up the pervert.

  "You're awake," the pervert said, looking up at me.

  He seemed haggard, his originally bright eyes were filled with bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.