The youngster on the other end of the line paused, then suddenly laughed. there's such a thing, Zhenzhen. Sister Qing 'er should really call the police. What if it's a bad person? "
Qing 'er was completely speechless.
She took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, " "Ah Luo, what do you want to do?"
After a long silence, he said in a low voice, " "Sister Qing 'er, I'm just worried about you."
The voice seed to be trying to suppress so kind of emotion, with a little hoarseness and subtle sadness, but it was very penetrating and went straight into Qing 'er's heart.
She bit her lip hard, not knowing what to say for a mont.
He was worried that she wouldn't be able to eat well, so he specially ca over to cook for her.
However, he was afraid that he would fall too deep into it, so he tried his best to avoid eting her.
She couldn't figure it out. Did this kid really have such deep feelings for her? She couldn't help but suspect that this was his trick, but the depression and sadness in the young man's voice were too clear, so clear that she couldn't ignore it.
ah Luo, you don't have to be like this. she sighed. do you think I'll starve myself?"
I know that you guys don't eat much for lunch in order to be more efficient in the afternoon. You usually only eat a sandwich and a cup of coffee. If you don't eat properly at night, your body won't be able to take it. As he spoke, he seed to realize that his emotions were too obvious, so he tried to make his voice sound as cold as possible. but I really don't know why there's food on your table. Sister Qing 'er, don't call again if there's nothing important."
After that, he hung up the phone.
Qing 'er did not know whether she should cry or laugh.
She couldn't help but wonder if all teenage boys were like this, childish and ridiculous, but so clear and pure that even his deliberate indifference couldn't make people angry.
Qing 'er sighed deeply and put down her phone. She looked at the dishes that were still warm and finally chose to sit down and pick up her chopsticks.
Whether this kid was tricking her or really worried about her, it was probably just a mont of impulse or unwillingness. She wanted to know how many days he could hold on.
However, Qing 'er did not expect that the boy's patience was far beyond her expectations. She had thought that he would only last three to five days at most. However, it had been half a month, and there was always a hot al waiting for her every night. There were even a few tis when she found that her house had been cleaned.
However, this kid ca in and out of her house every day, and she had not seen him for half a month.
During this period, Qing 'er tried to co ho earlier. However, no matter how early she ca ho by an hour, two hours, or three hours, she would never see her. Similarly, no matter what ti she ca ho, there would always be hot dishes on the table.
Qing 'er wanted to kneel down in front of him.
A few days later, Qing 'er finally could not stand it anymore. She went to his faculty to stop him, but she never succeeded. Instead, she heard about this boy's deeds from his classmates. For example, he played basketball very well, he was very popular with girls, he appeared and disappeared like a ghost, often skipped class, but was never caught, and was often praised for his excellent howork.
In short, he was a typical campus God. Even in Princeton, where outstanding students were everywhere, this kid was still dazzling.
However, even though all she heard were rumors about him, she still couldn't catch a glimpse of him. She only saw a figure that looked like him from afar once, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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