The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Zhang Yuze looked at Wu Xueqing in front of him, and a warmth rose in his heart. Zhang Yuze sat on the edge of her bed, carefully looked at her a few times, and then put his hand on hers, channeling his true yuan energy into her.

In her sleep, Wu Xueqing suddenly felt warm and comfortable, just like when she was a child in her mother's arms.

She couldn't help but open her eyes and suddenly discovered that there was someone sitting in front of her. Originally, Wu Xueqing felt very scared, but after seeing who it was, Wu Xueqing's heart couldn't help but rejoice.

"Why is it you? Am I dreaming?" Wu Xueqing looked at Zhang Yuze with some surprise.

Before Zhang Yuze could answer, Wu Xueqing said to herself, "Yes! I must be dreaming, but to be able to see you, I don't mind even if it's a dream. The Moon God has finally heard my prayers."

As she spoke, Wu Xueqing put her hands together again, closed her eyes, and prayed.

It seemed that at this time, Wu Xueqing was very open and did not avoid Zhang Yuze at all.

Zhang Yuze sighed secretly in his heart. During this period of time, Zhang Yuze had almost eliminated all the viruses in her body. Zhang Yuze thought that her cold should be almost better. However, he didn't mean to explain at all. Let this little girl think whatever she wants! Anyway, Zhang Yuze had made up his mind that he would not contact her again after this time. Whether for his own sake or for her sake, Zhang Yuze had to do this.

"Li di xiong na (Minnan dialect: What are you thinking about?)" Wu Xueqing suddenly looked at Zhang Yuze and asked.

Zhang Yuze was stunned when he heard this and quickly said, "Haha, nothing."

"You can also speak Minnan dialect, right? Are you from Southern Min?" Wu Xueqing looked at Zhang Yuze with a hint of surprise.

Zhang Yuze touched his nose a little depressed, with an indifferent look.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your admission. You must be from Southern Min. I've also heard the accent of Quancheng, and the accent of Taiwan is also different from yours, so you can only be from Southern Min. Am I right! Hee hee!" Wu Xueqing looked at Zhang Yuze playfully, her cute face full of smiles, full of cunning.

Zhang Yuze took a deep breath, looked at Wu Xueqing solemnly, and said, "Does it really matter to you where I'm from? Maybe after today, we won't have a chance to meet again."

The smile on Wu Xueqing's face disappeared instantly, and tears rolled down her face like beads.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yuze was a little at a loss when he saw that her reaction was so great.

"I didn't expect that you would not only be so cold and ruthless in reality, but also so indifferent in my dream. I hate you... I really hate you..." Wu Xueqing said, lying on the bed and crying bitterly.

Zhang Yuze thought of how worried she had been about him for so long, and he couldn't help but feel pity for her. Zhang Yuze gently lifted Wu Xueqing's shoulders, smiled at her gently, and said, "Why bother? Just treat me as a passerby in your life, isn't that good?"