There were only two people left in the classroom. Chongyuan stood by the window, while Meihui stood by the door. The two looked at each other.
Xinan pulled Yige down the elevator and ran outside.
The rain poured down on her body and she felt a chill. Yi Ge suddenly came to her senses: "What are you doing? Let go!" She struggled hard, but Xinan was very strong and she could not break free. She could only stumble and run with him.
After running wildly in the rain for a while, Xinan suddenly calmed down.
Yi Ge looked at him in astonishment. He walked quietly in the rain, closing his eyes, gathering the fragments of memory bit by bit.
“Why do you like cappuccino?”
He asked with a smile.
"Oh?" She raised her thin curved eyebrows and tilted her head to ask, "I like it, that's it, there's no reason to explain it."
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"Do you like Saxophone or me?"
She asked with a pout.
He smiled gently, his eyes clear: "I like them all."
She insisted: "No, you have to tell me who you like more!"
He couldn't bear to be pestered, so he smiled and said good-naturedly: "Of course I like my Yige more."
…
"Hey, Yige, why are you wearing my slippers again? What should I wear then?" He stepped barefoot on the mahogany floor, looking at her with a helpless look .
Her small, white feet stepped into his big blue slippers, and she smiled like a child: "I just like wearing your slippers. They are so big and comfortable."
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"I'm sorry you're soaked like this. Are you cold? Well, go in and change into my dad's clothes first."
She pulled his sleeve and said, the sleeve was already soaking wet.
But he smiled, his eyes fixed on her: "I'm not cold, if I can be rewarded with a kiss."
This guy……
Yi Ge's face turned red, but her heart was sweet. She raised her head and tiptoed gently.
Her lips were as delicate and fragrant as roses, and his breath was as fresh and clean as grass...
He couldn't help but hold her hand, which was already firmly in his palm. Her hand was delicate , smooth, and boneless. It felt so familiar and kind.
Yi Ge was stunned for a moment, and when she saw him open his eyes and look at her, she gritted her teeth and struggled hard: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Let me go!"
The rain poured down from her head, sticking wetly to her snow-white face. She felt that the Xi Nan in front of her seemed a little strange, not the gentle and elegant boy she was familiar with.
She was startled and shouted, "What are you doing? I don't know you. Let go of me. I still have to work!"
Xinan suddenly stopped, stared at her, and said word by word: "You, really don't know me?"
Yi Ge gritted her teeth, shook her head and said, "I don't know you. I have never seen you before." Xinan ignored her struggle, looked at her straight and asked, "Okay, then tell me, why do you often observe me in the coffee shop across the street? I have been noticing it for several days. You can't not know me, why do you say you don't know me?" He hit his head with his hands in distress.
Damn it, why is my memory so intermittent and can’t be connected at all!
He tried hard to recall, but he could remember nothing.
Yi Ge's face was pale, her lips were pursed stubbornly, and she said slowly: "You misunderstood, I was waiting there for my boyfriend to get off work. You just met my boyfriend, Li Chongyuan. When I was waiting there, I saw someone playing the saxophone in the building opposite. I took a few glances. Is there anything strange?" When Xinan heard her say this, he frowned painfully and felt a splitting headache.
He slowly closed his eyes, trying hard to recall something, and said, "No, I must know you, otherwise, why do I feel like I have forgotten something very important since I met you? I tried my best to recall it, but I just can't remember it..."
Yi Ge looked at his painful expression, and her heart ached, but on the surface she still said calmly: "Since you have forgotten, then forget it. Sometimes memories are not always warm and perfect memories, they will only bring you endless pain. In this case, why can't you let go and let yourself relax?"
Xi Nan stared at her intently. Why did she always say she didn't know him? Despair surged into his heart like a tide. He couldn't hold it back any longer and said in a hoarse voice, "No, you know me, you know me!"
A voice in my heart was shouting firmly: "I must not let go! Yige..."
He suddenly turned around, held her hands, and looked deeply into her eyes.
Yige was stunned.
The next second his lips covered hers softly, imprinting them deeply. His lips were burning hot. Despair brought intense pain to his heart. He couldn't vent , he needed to express it!
In the cold rain, his lips were so hot, like a flame, that she was almost burned. He closed his eyes and gently kissed those soft and tender lips like rose petals. The cool smell of vanilla cappuccino came between his lips and teeth. He seemed to be sleeping in a world of cappuccino, surrounded by wonderful fragrance.
That... is also... the taste of Shu Yige.
That’s right, Shu Yige!
That was the scent that lingered in his dreams, the pure and elegant scent of that girl.
He let her go, looked at the red marks on her lips from being kissed, and suddenly called out softly, "Yi Ge."
The voice was so gentle, like a feather gently brushing against your cheek.
Yige was captured by the kiss and forgot to struggle.
She felt the familiar scent of Xinan, whom she had not come into contact with for a long time. All her defenses and worries relaxed, and she couldn't help but indulge in it.
Hearing Xi Nan's voice, she raised her head, looked into those deep eyes, and called softly, "Xi Nan..."
Xinan's eyes gradually became brighter. He leaned over to look into Yige's eyes and said softly, "Yes, Yige...Shu Yige."
He couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his head to kiss her gently again.
Yige closed her eyes.
The rain is cold.
However, the hearts of the two people are extremely hot...
Xinan hugged Yi Ge tightly, refusing to let go even a little, as if he had found a long-lost treasure.