The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 297: 297: Clingy Weaver: Come quickly, hug me! Comfort me!

Eleven o’clock.

Zhou Xufang’s train was about to arrive, and Jiang Zhi pocketed the miniature camera and left.

Behind him, someone called out to him: “Jiang Zhi.”

He turned around, glanced, and ignored it.

Luo Qinghe stood behind him, murmuring to herself as she suddenly laughed: “I thought you would at least find me amusing.”

But he didn’t even give her a glance.

“Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

After saying that, Jiang Zhi left the hospital building.

Luo Qinghe stood in place, her gaze empty.

“What’s wrong,” a hand reached out from behind, resting on her shoulder, “still thinking about him?”

Luo Qinghe’s thoughts were still scattered, and she subconsciously shrugged off the hand: “Don’t touch me.”

You don’t want to be touched, huh.

Xu Pozhi laughed: “Who are you keeping yourself pure for?” He squeezed her shoulder and twisted her body around, facing face to face, “Jiang Zhi?”

Still harboring foolish fantasies.

“Luo Qinghe,” he pinched her face, turning it from left to right, scrutinizing her with one eye, “why don’t you look in the mirror to see what kind of goods you are?”

His pupils reflected her face, numb, stiff, and full of resentment.

She yelled out: “Xu Pozhi!”

He laughed out loud, staring into her eyes with a fiery gaze: “I like it when you go crazy.”

It excited him, gave him a strong desire to dominate.

His intact pupil, like a snake’s, hissed at her, and she, resisting with her body, pushed him away and ran, but having barely taken a step, was pulled back by her scalp.

She screamed.

Just then, Luo Yinghe passed by the corridor.

Luo Qinghe, like grasping a lifeline, called out loudly to her: “Yinghe!”

“Yinghe!”

Luo Yinghe, hearing the noise, peeked out and looked, then dismissed it with a hum: “What do you want from me, it’s none of my business.”