You've always loved me

Chapter 75 The Cohabitation Without Compulsion (21)

After cleaning up the glass debris and water on the stairs, Ji Anning returned to the room, kneading the sore cervical spine with one hand, and turned on the light with the other.

Feel the switch, press it, and the warmly decorated small room brightens up.

The window was still open, the wind blew in, the curtains were blown up, and they fluttered wantonly.

She walked over and stretched out her hand to close the window, but when she raised her eyes in the opposite room, her movements were taken aback.

The large room on the west side has an open-air balcony that is half the size of her room, and there is nothing to see from her.

The man was wearing a loose bathrobe, standing in front of the railing, with his hands in the pockets of the bathrobe, facing him, a pair of deep black eyes, like a powerful magnet, forcing her to look at him.

It aroused the shock in her heart, but he himself was as quiet as a painting.

'Snapped'

The sound of the glass falling to the ground suddenly sounded in her mind.

Pulling her thoughts back, she looked away indifferently, closed the window, and drew the curtains.

Completely separated their line of sight.

She turned around slowly and leaned weakly against the window.

'When you cry, it proves that you are weak, the weaker you are, the more they bully you...'

You still bully me just like them.

Ji Anning squatted with his back against the wall, hugging his knees with his hands, blinking... blinking, tears of grievance, no matter how hard he could stop them.

The phone in her pocket vibrated twice, but she ignored it.

Immediately afterwards, it vibrated again, this time it was the phone, she quickly wiped away her tears and took out the phone from her pocket.

He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number.

Who?Ji Anning frowned suspiciously and picked up the phone, put it to his ear, "Hello."

She was still crying sadly just now, her voice was nasal and a little choked up, and she knew she was crying as soon as she opened her mouth.

For a while, there was no sound from the other side.

Ji Anning frowned even tighter, "Hey, who are you?"

She asked again in doubt, but the other party still didn't respond. She was a little impatient and was about to hang up.

At this moment, there was a heavy breathing, which seemed to be a sigh.

Although she couldn't tell whose voice it was, she was sure it was a man.

demon!

Ji Anning suddenly thought of the 'devil' whose number she blocked, she was startled and immediately hung up the phone.

In the middle of the night, there is no one else who calls her from an unfamiliar number and doesn't speak. It can only be him, and it must be him.

This guy is really haunted.

Ji Anning was very disturbed, she was going to blacklist this number again, she looked down at the screen, there was an unread text message.

It was also from this strange number, but when she clicked on it, it was an empty message.

Without thinking too much, she immediately blacklisted the number.

……

Because Ji Weisong's death day is approaching, the atmosphere at home has also become solemn and a little lifeless.

Even Lin Yanqin's family of three tactfully settled down, not daring to find fault with Ji Anning at this time.

For several days in a row, Ji Anning did not see Ji Chicheng again, but at school, he still heard news about him every day.

For example, someone gave him a limited edition Armani scarf today, but he didn't even look at it.

Another example, he smiled in class today. His smile was so charming that several male students were almost turned away by him.

Or... the new English teacher who arrived yesterday was an alumni of him in country M, and the relationship between the two seems unusual.

(End of this chapter)