His hands were very cold
Although I didn't see his face, just by looking at his unique school uniform and the unusual aura around him, I knew that boy was Wang Zijun.
It seems that he does have the qualities of being handsome and charming, but he is very low-key, and even when hitting on girls, he waits until they are done.
"Lofei, I'm here to get it!" I said with a bit of indignation. Thinking that I became a miserable postman all because of him, and he still had the leisure to flirt with girls here.
"It's too heavy, let me help you!"
"It's okay, the culprit has appeared! Lofi, you can go back first, I'm fine on my own, thanks!"
"Alright, are you going out tonight?" Loffy asked me again before turning around and walking away.
"It shouldn't be snowing, I'm worried it will snow, what's up? Want to ask me out? Hehe..."
"No, no, I was just casually asking, haha! I'm leaving now, bye!" Today's Luo Fei is really strange, but it can't be said where she is strange.
I used all my strength to carry the thing over, but this bag of stuff is really heavy, if Lofi hadn't just helped me carry it down together, I'd probably have to take a few steps and rest for a while.
Walked up to Wang Zijun, let go of his hand and threw the bag in front of him, saying: "This is yours! Trouble you to tell your fans that I'm not your exclusive delivery man, thank you!"
The surrounding atmosphere was strange and eerie, as if it had fallen into endless silence.
It seems that Wang Zijun is not very pleased with my appearance, and if I'm not mistaken, he also seems to be a bit angry.
Hmph, so it's been discovered that he was here having a secret meeting with a beauty and I disturbed his good deed, which made him furious?
But I've gotten used to his cold expression, so I pretended not to see it. Instead, I glanced at the girl next to him, who was surprisingly Ya'an, the one who had confessed her feelings to him not long ago.
I smiled at her, but she just glanced at me and then said to Wang Zijun with a huff: "Unless it's Sasha, I won't give up."
Driven by curiosity, I carefully asked Wang Zijun "Who is Sasha?", he didn't answer me, grabbed my hand and walked out of the school gate.
"Wait, what about those gifts..." I turned around and looked at the gifts and letters on the ground, but he seemed to have not heard me at all, coldly saying: "Go home!"
Today's Wang Zijun is very strange, extremely strange. I have never seen him so flustered and hurried before, giving me a feeling that he is fleeing in disarray.
And his hands were icy, several degrees colder than the winter temperature.

