The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Pighead, pighead..."

Just as Zhang Yuze was waiting for Wu Xueqing to inflict violence upon him, a series of murmurs reached his ears.

"Pighead?" Damn! Have you ever seen such a handsome pighead as me?

Zhang Yuze was very puzzled as to why girls nowadays liked to call boys pigheads!

Alas! Girls are truly strange creatures.

Zhang Yuze slightly opened his eyes a crack, looking at Wu Xueqing before him, only to see her staring at him in a daze, her gaze very peculiar, as if she were looking at her most beloved treasure.

What was she thinking?

Why was her gaze so strange!

Zhang Yuze suddenly felt touched by her gaze.

"You scoundrel, why won't you admit your identity!

Are you really afraid that I'll expose you?"

Wu Xueqing suddenly used her warm little hand to stroke Zhang Yuze's cheek, murmuring to him.

A drop of tear fell on Zhang Yuze's cheek, icy and cool.

Wu Xueqing's tone was very firm as she said these words.

"Alas!"

Zhang Yuze felt a very strange feeling in his heart.

In fact, back in Xiamen, Zhang Yuze had no intention of developing any further relationship with Wu Xueqing.

After all, Zhang Yuze was a fugitive being hunted by the □ □ (police), and it wouldn't be good for anyone if his identity were exposed.

It was just that when Zhang Yuze patted his Ｐ Ｐ (butt) and left, he never expected that Wu Xueqing would chase him all the way to Nanmin for his sake.

Moreover, Zhang Yuze couldn't figure out how Wu Xueqing knew he was in Nanmin.

Of course, Zhang Yuze didn't know that Wu Xueqing had come here entirely because she dreamed of him being in Nanmin.

If he knew, he would definitely be dumbfounded.

Just as Zhang Yuze was feeling very puzzled in his heart, suddenly, his mouth was blocked.

Wu Xueqing actually kissed him, Zhang Yuze's eyes widened.

He wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked by the other party.

Although Wu Xueqing's movements were very clumsy, Zhang Yuze could feel that she was trying her best to express her enthusiasm.

Gradually, Zhang Yuze couldn't help but hug Wu Xueqing's delicate body, pulling her closer into his arms.

Five minutes later, Wu Xueqing pushed Zhang Yuze away.

Although it was dark, Zhang Yuze could still clearly see that Wu's face was flushed, very cute.

"You scoundrel, you're really a scoundrel, a terrible scoundrel!"

Wu Xueqing punched Zhang Yuze's chest with her hand, scolding him.

Zhang Yuze郁闷 (depressed) touched his nose, thinking to himself: Damn it, I've had my nth kiss forcibly taken away, but I'm being called a scoundrel, it's really冤枉 (unjust)!

Sure enough, some people are right, ninety percent of women are incomprehensible.

Although that was what Zhang Yuze was thinking, he didn't bother to argue.

Trying to reason with a woman was like playing the lute to a cow (a waste of time).