Fengxian gave him a bright smile.

Zheng Ling's concern for Feng Xian made Zhan Hanjue very hurt.

"Zheng Ling, have you ever worried about me?" Zhan Hanjue asked sourly.

Yan Zhengling looked up at him and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you... jealous?"

Although I don’t want to admit it, this is a fact.

Zhan Hanjue expressed his acquiescence in silence.

Yan Zhengling was surprised, then smiled and said, "Brother, you're not even jealous of your own sister, are you?"

Zhan Hanjue seemed not to be ashamed but rather proud and said, "I will be jealous of anyone or anything that worries you, as long as it is more important than me."

Yan Zhengling was speechless.

This is simply jealous.

Seeing that she could not understand his pain at all, Zhan Hanjue's eyes, like those of a little wolfdog, glowed with hurt and grievance.

Yan Zhengling's long eyelashes drooped, like butterfly wings flapping the flowers and leaves. A slight tremble caused the trees to be filled with flowers.

"Brother, my concern for you is like the yearning for the roots of fallen leaves, and the protection of flowers by spring mud..." She answered his question seriously.

But Zhan Hanjue didn't like this, "I hope you can make it simple and easy to understand."

"You don't even care about me."

Yan Zhengling shouted that he was unjustly accused, "I am even more unjustly accused than Dou E."

"Then let me know how you care about me?"

If you just want to get away with it, of course he won't agree.

Yan Zhengling: "..."

Zhan Hanjue stared into her eyes, as if time and space had stopped at that moment. The meaning of his life was to wait for an answer from her.

Yan Zhengling was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you a top student?"

"You know I have low emotional intelligence."

"Um."

Yan Zhengling said, "It's a bit long. I might not be able to finish it in three days and three nights..."

"Say." Zhan Hanjue gritted his teeth and said.

Yan Zhengling couldn't escape and sighed weakly.

It turns out that boys are also picky and persistent about love.

Yan Zhengling grabbed his buttons with both hands, "Do you really want to listen?"

"What about when you grow up?"

"I'm worried that if you're too handsome, you'll be ostracized by other boys when you chase your school beauty. I'm also worried that if you're too smart, if you monopolize the scholarship, someone will curse you behind your back."

"Zheng Ling..." He immediately interrupted her and let her continue. She really couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights.

Yan Zhengling's eyes were filled with water, "When I was a child, I was worried that you would eat instant noodles without seasoning packets, worried that you would be knocked down when walking out, worried that you would encounter a plane crash while flying, and worried that you would have no paper when going to the toilet...

.”

Zhan Hanjue's Adam's apple rolled, why would he start such a topic.

Isn’t this asking for abuse?

Yan Zhengling stood up and left.

Zhan Hanjue was defeated by her heartlessness, his eyes were locked on her thin back, with deep resentment.

She——just left without any regret?

"We will talk about this topic later." He vowed that he would never seek abuse on his own again.

Zheng Ling smiled and said, "Then I'll go back to the room and go to sleep."

Zhan Hanjue nodded, his eyes full of reluctance.

He opened his mouth and was about to open his mouth to keep her.

Yan Zhengling suddenly turned around, rushed towards him, and bit his Adam's apple hard.
Chapter completed!