The boy still didn't reply. He reached out for the backpack on the ground, dusted it off, propped himself up against the wall, and slowly stood up, heading out of the alley.
The girl frowned.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! How can you be so rude?" The girl quickly walked over and blocked his path.
The boy glanced at her indifferently.
His face was covered with dust, dirty, and there was bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.
Zimei frowned and immediately took out a wet wipe from her leather jacket pocket and boldly started wiping the boy's face.
The boy had no time to dodge.
As the bloodstain and dust were wiped away, his clean and handsome face was revealed.
The skin on his smooth, fair face was delicate as porcelain, yet there was a distinct sharpness to his cold expression. In those mist-like eyes, stars twinkled, possessing a kind of fatal attraction. And those rosy lips...
Zimei looked on in a daze.
