Huo Rong x Xiang Chen [Eleven, you are still young]

In the end, Huo Rong didn't change his swimsuit.

Xiang Zhihou felt that her brain was not very smart, and he didn't dare to say it clearly, so he kept muttering in a low voice.

Huo Rong punched in the past, and he was silent.

"That's too obvious. And those guys are so sexy, don't they?"

He pouted, "Whatever you want."

"What the hell is going on in your head?"

"I want Shi Hong."

He said it calmly, but Huo Rong was taken aback.

During this time, he was too heartless, and she thought that Shi Hong had become a thing of the past.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Xiang Zhihou patted her on the shoulder, "Don't pity me, I'm still waiting for you and my brother to blow the pillow wind, so that I and Shi Hong are a couple."

"..." Huo Rong's face warmed slightly, and she was distressed, "But I always think I can't do it, Xiang Chen just thinks I'm his sister."

"Why do I think he treats your sister better than my brother?"

Xiang Zhihou dropped this sentence and entered the elevator. Seeing that Huo Rong was still, he pulled her in, "Trust me, you can do it."

The pool party was organized by a VIP client of the hotel for his birthday. When Huo Rong was wrapped in a bath towel and Xiang Zhihou went downstairs, the party had already started.

She saw Xiang Chen at a glance.

Xiang Chen was talking to others with his back to them.

He was half a head taller than the other party, wearing only a simple T-shirt and beach pants, his face looked fresh and sunny, much younger than usual.

The men around him all dressed like him, and some even wore shorts, showing off their beautiful muscles.

But it's amazing, he is able to clearly isolate himself from the people next to him under such circumstances.

Huo Rong admired for a moment, encouraged by Xiang Zhihou, she walked over hesitantly and poked his shoulder.

"Xiang Chen."

Xiang Chen said that he was embarrassed to the person opposite, and then turned around. Seeing that it was Huo Rong, he handed her the orange juice in his hand, and his behavior was very natural.

"Why so long?" he asked.

Huo Rong took the orange juice and suddenly wondered if he was so considerate to everyone, or just to her.

His cultivation is so good that she can't tell the difference in how he treats people.

Xiang Zhihou asserts that she is the special one. But I don't know if it was because she fell into the quagmire in advance, she became concerned about gains and losses, and would always secretly observe his attitude towards others unconfidently.

As a result, she couldn't see anything.

It was frustrating and heart-wrenching for her at the same time.

Huo Rong has lived in tolerance since he was a child, and has parents as role models...

As it turns out, she never succumbed to tenderness.

Taking the orange juice, she took a sip unconsciously, "My head is a little dizzy."

"Dizziness?"

Xiang Chen held the back of her neck with one hand, and put the other hand on her forehead. To make sure there was no fever, he put down his hand, "Could it be that I'm not acclimatized?"

As soon as his hand left, Huo Rong felt his body temperature rise immediately. She lowered her head and hesitated: "I don't know."

"Shall I accompany you in and sit down for a while?"

"Don't you need to chat with your friends?"

Xiang Chen smiled: "You are my friend too."

With the wind blowing, Huo Rong suddenly became cold.

Huo Rong is really cold.

She shivered.

Xiang Chen took her into the room, and by the way told the waiter next to him to buy some medicine to prevent colds.

"The body's resistance is too low," he said.

Huo Rong didn't make a sound.

"So don't blow the cold wind with wet hair in the future."

Hearing him repeating the old story, Huo Rong pursed her lips and whispered, "I'm in a bad mood."

It happened that a scream came from outside, Xiang Chen couldn't hear it clearly, and asked her to repeat it.

She refused to repeat it, just shook her head, "Go out, I'll just stay here alone."

Only then did Xiang Chen notice her depression, "What's the matter? Not happy?"

In his cognition, Huo Rong should be full of energy. Instead of being unwilling to say anything or even stay with him like he is now.

He is not used to it.

"...I'm a little unhappy." Huo Rong took a sip of orange juice, but couldn't feel the sweetness, she pushed it away with disgust, "It's not good."

Xiang Chen took it and put it aside, "Why are you unhappy."

Huo Rong didn't answer immediately.

She felt hot, so she tugged on her bathrobe and crossed her collar, revealing a little of her collarbone.

Xiang Chen glanced at him and quickly looked away.

Across the half glass door, Huo Rong looked at the lively laughter not far away.

Someone was thrown into the pool with a plop, causing a huge splash.

She smiled, but soon flattened the corners of her mouth again: "Xiang Chen, are we friends?"

Her voice was very soft, if Xiang Chen hadn't listened carefully, he might have missed her question.

He didn't seem to expect her to ask such a question, and there was some surprise in his eyes: "Why ask such a question? Of course we are friends."

However, his answer did not satisfy Huo Rong.

When Huo Rong heard it, she felt that a stone was pressed against her heart, and it was so tight that it even became difficult to breathe.

As if fascinated by dust, she rubbed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were rubbed red.

She didn't care, looked at Xiang Chen earnestly with red eyes, and said word by word, "But I don't want to be your friend."

Before Huo Rong said this, Xiang Chen thought that the purpose of her question was to pour out bitterness and complain to him.

After all, at her age, there are always a lot of troubles.

Also very pure.

He was happy to be the listener.

But she didn't choose to talk.

Instead, he solemnly denied his answer.

She doesn't want to be friends with him.

Xiang Chen thought that maybe he knew what Huo Rong meant.

So when he looked at her, his eyes were full of tolerance and generosity.

He said, "Huo Rong, you are still young."