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Chapter 8
The next morning, when I went downstairs, I saw Matthew standing at the entrance of the dormitory.
The dormitory auntie was cracking melon seeds on the side. When she saw me coming out, she quietly leaned over and whispered in my ear, came looking for you. You lucky girl, they are all handsome, one after another.”
He said loudly, “Hey, is this your boyfriend?”
“It was the first time I saw a boy waiting for you downstairs.”
After saying that, be even didn’t forget to wink at me.
When Justin was pursuing me, he often delivered breakfast to me downstairs.
During the three years of our relationship, he would also wait downstairs for me to go out for dinner together.
Matthew was obviously aware as well.
After hearing Aunt’s words, his lips curved slightly, and he leaned down to my ear, “Baby, did you bribe her?”
1 gradually got used to his way of addressing me.
“‘Someone
years, as well as the fruits, I nodded stiffly and said, “Probably.
Remembering the plastic bottles and cardboard boxes I gave to my aunt for over three y
When I walked to the school gate with Matthew, I met Justin’s other two roommates.
Subconsciously, I instinctively let go of Matthew’s hand.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes deep and mysterious.
on one side.
Fortunately, the two people on the opposite side didn’t notice anything and walked into the basketball court on
As soon as Matthew got on the car, he bit my collarbone with a look of grievance. “Tiara, am I really that unsightly?”
I subconsciously comforted him, “How could that be?
His lips curled slightly, and he was won over in just a second.
The car started and stopped at the shooting range.
I didn’t expect that, after liking a video a while ago, I intended to send it to Justin, but accidentally sent it to Matthew
1 quickly withdrew
I didn’t expect that he actually sa
After entering, the people inside obviously recognized Matthew and welcomed us in
Matthew showed me how to do it.
Ten shots hit the bullseye.
Under the special glasses, half of an overly smooth profile appeared in front of me.
Justin also played shooting games.
Just not as good as Matthew.
He looked at me and took off his glasses.
Thin lips slightly curved upwards, “Baby, who is more powerful, him or me?”
I did not hesitate to praise.
“Of course it was y
you”
“You shot so accurately.”
“So fast”
He pursed his lips, seeming somewhat displeased.
I felt a little awkward.
