First Love Fantasy Season: The Prince Is A Little Bad

"Then don't be so scary from now on. You know, I'm afraid of losing my friend, my only friend." Ying Han hugged Xiaofeng back, with a serious look on his face.

"I know, let's go back to the classroom! It's still early, I have to go to bed."

When she returned to the classroom, Yinghan didn't know how to face this particularly big problem that God had thrown at her.

There were originally many people in the class milling around her seat. Seeing that she had returned, they hurriedly dispersed and quietly watched her movements.

Yinghan took a closer look and saw a red rose placed on her seat. It was coquettish and luxurious. From a distance, it looked so bright and beautiful.

However, she felt it was very dazzling, really dazzling!

There was a beautiful card next to the rose. It was really beautiful. Yinghan sat down, picked it up carefully, and then opened it. The people in the class also became quiet.

Glancing at Xiaofeng, Yinghan opened it carefully. God, what's going on? That boy named Ji Yang, he, this flower was sent by him. Yinghan couldn't understand, so he took the card in his hand

I don't know where to put it.

"He probably likes you!" Xiaofeng sighed: "However, if you like him, I will bless you."

Yinghan laughed bitterly: "I don't like him, and he is the person you like, so it's going to be difficult now."

"Keep your voice down." Xiaofeng covered Yinghan's mouth and whispered in her ear: "Although I do like him, but the person he wants to chase now is you, don't speak so loudly.

, it won’t be good to be heard by others later.”

"But don't you mind? Well, what does Ji Yang want to do? Does he want to cause discord between our good sisters?" Yinghan put the flowers aside and took a book from the desk to cover his face.

, couldn’t help but complain.

Xiaofeng chuckled and said, "But don't you plan to fall in love with anyone in the future? Yinghan, although you are only thinking about studying now, what about the future?"

Pulling off the book covering his face, Yinghan couldn't help but think of the boy he met last night.

The evening breeze ruffled her long hair and gently caressed her face.

Although the tension in my heart was uncontrollable, holding the boy's waist and running away with him felt like I was escaping to the ends of the earth. It was so dreamy, so captivating, and so romantic.