Ming

Zhong Ling arrived at school at noon. Along the way, whenever she saw a car leaning against the side of the road, she unconsciously went to see what she looked like on the window glass.

Although the boss said she was cool, she still lacked a little courage.

So far, although Kan Mingming is her best friend on the surface and is willing to chat with her, they are not "that kind of" relationship after all.

A relationship that is closer than a friend can depend more freely on another person's relationship.

Before class in the afternoon, Zhong Ling would always go to Kan Tomorrow's classroom.

But when she appeared in the classroom today, it caused a commotion.

Facing the surprised, envious or disapproving gazes of her classmates, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.But I didn't care too much, after all, they didn't count for anything.

Zhong Ling felt that she was sick, seriously ill.

Nor is it terminally ill.As long as Kan can look at her more tomorrow.

Even if she is in the grave, she has the strength to climb out.

Zhong Ling didn't pack her schoolbag slowly until after school.Thinking about what expression and words to use to tell Kan tomorrow.

She suddenly felt discouraged, and felt that it was impossible for her wish to come true.

There is a blood relationship between them that can never be overcome.If Kan knew tomorrow that the sister he had spoiled since childhood actually had such thoughts about him, he would definitely feel disgusted.

Maybe from now on, it will be like a stranger.

However, another voice in her heart was clamoring, arrogantly, uncontrollably, and about to be destroyed. In her heart, it was about to explode. If she didn't speak out, it would be too late, and she would be lost.

Zhong Ling couldn't bear it.

"Aling!"

This voice brought Zhong Ling back to reality.

She was so startled that she didn't dare to look at the man outside the window.

But he saw Kan Mingming walking towards her with a calm expression.

"You went to change your hairstyle in the morning. It's pretty nice. I like everything Ah Ling looks like." He said with a smile, like a feather, soft and soft, but it makes people feel a little itchy wherever he goes.

Zhong Ling was inexplicably a little angry at this moment.

Did she do it on purpose?Speaking of "like", what kind of like is this "like"?

Do you still treat her like a child who doesn't understand anything?

Everyone is 15 years old and is just in puberty. Shouldn't we avoid suspicion when we say whether we like it or not?

This is easy to misunderstand.

Zhong Ling grabbed Kan Mingming's wrist very hard, and for the first time in her life, she almost roughly dragged the person she regarded as a treasure, and went to the deserted woods behind the playground.

No matter what, she has to ask clearly today.

Live or die, give it a good time.

"A Ling, what's wrong with you? It hurts!"

Zhong Ling was indifferent when he heard this.She suddenly understood why the ancient emperors liked "Golden House Cangjiao" so much.

Because I like her so much, I just want to have her alone, even if I lock her up and lock her by my side, it's better than the slightly fascinated eyes that others show when they see her.

Zhong Ling let go, and suddenly caught a glimpse of an obvious red mark on Kan Mingming's wrist.

She grabbed her hand all of a sudden, as if she was about to cry out of pity.

"It won't hurt if you kiss it once."

what?

This must be hallucination.How could Kan say such a thing tomorrow, such... a bit coquettish, suggestive and extremely strong?

Zhong Ling's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

Kan Mingming smiled, as if he didn't care about the mark, but said again in a very playful, girlish tone: "Really, give me a kiss."

Although Zhong Ling was full of doubts, he could not disobey such words from Kan Mingming.

She lowered her head piously, and lightly touched the exposed skin that was already a little reddish, but it was really just a touch, she was afraid that she would desecrate Kan tomorrow.

"why?"

"why?"

The doubts of the two arose almost at the same time.

Zhong Ling was a little timid, "What do you want to ask?" He only focused on the ground under his feet, not at the person who was very close to him on the opposite side.

"You cut your hair all of a sudden..." At the same time, he stroked Zhong Ling's not-so-smooth hair with his hand, as if asking "What's for lunch today" in a casual tone, "Is it because I?"

For a moment, Zhong Ling even felt that Kan Mingming had seen through her heart, that he was a transparent person and could not hide any secrets from Kan Mingming.Kan Mingming actually knows everything, but she doesn't say it out loud.

In that case, I have nothing to care about.

Anyway, I don't want to be just friends with her anymore.Then confess it.

"I don't want you to have a boyfriend."

"If there must be one, then let me be that person."