The collar pulled down a little, revealing a clean and clear collarbone line. The cool and white complexion of the complexion contrasted with the black T-shirt.

Memorial:…!!

The little girl widened her eyes and said ashamed: "I don't want your clothes anymore, don't take them off!"

His vision was uncontrollable and he stuck to the young man's thin and beautiful collarbone for several seconds.

She quickly realized, lay on the side of the bed, buried her head in Lu Xingye's coat.

Really crying?

Lu Xingye was inexplicably irritated.

Damn, he won't coax women.

The little rice cake under the coat was blushing with shame, and her eyelashes kept trembling.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly, she heard Lu Xingye coughing, and the little girl didn't dare to move. Her fair and soft fingers were nervously snatching the fabric of her coat.

"Hey, commemorate."

"...Well." The girl's voice was soft and timid, and she also sounded a little like crying through her coat.

Lu Xingye wanted to comfort her, but he always only swears and beats people, and he has no chance to practice this skill. After holding it in for a long time, he only said, "I will bring a tissue next time."

Hey?

The memorial movements stopped.

It was obviously just a very ordinary sentence, but her face was a little hotter than before.

After Lu Xingye said that, he felt awkward. What are you doing? He is not someone from Memorial Xi, so why should he carry tissues with her?

His eyes accidentally flew across the girl's calves, and the delicate skin as white porcelain was like a hideous scar.

The ankles are slender and delicate, and the toes are curled up slightly unconsciously.

Lu Xingye's Adam's apple rolled up and lifted up the thin blue quilt on the hospital bed, covering the dazzling whiteness.

The atmosphere in the school clinic was a little ambiguous in the awkwardness.

After a while, Lu Xingye Leng Bangbang said, "Hey, have you finished crying?"

Memorial: "..."

She calmed down and waited until her face was not so hot, then she lifted up the coat covering her head and said warmly: "I'm fine, it's almost time to go back..."

Before she could sit up, her forehead was pressed by her distinctly linked fingers, and the small red mole on her thin wrist bones caught in her sight.

Memorial Xi held her breath.

"What a mess of your memory? The school doctor said you have to rest. The morning sports meeting is almost over. The broadcast is not bad for you. There are still two hours left before the afternoon sports meeting. You lie down for an hour and a half, and I will take you to have a meal for the remaining half hour."

The low and unruly tone was impatient, as if commemorating Xi was a big trouble.

Ji Mixi vaguely felt something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out for a while. She instinctively replied: "Can you eat a little longer..."

It seemed that he had never expected this answer at all, and Lu Xingye didn't say anything for more than ten seconds.

Then, Ji Mixi heard his low laughter.

Turning his little face quietly and observing Lu Hoshino.

The boy moved a chair and sat by the bed, leaned against the back of the chair and smiled frivolously, his lips slightly raised. He noticed Ji Nianxi's eyes, instantly put away his smile, and returned to a cold and ruthless big shot.

"Close your eyes."

Memorial:…!!

These familiar lines...Isn't this the kind of plot that is often played in idol dramas...

The next second, Lu Xingye lay on the edge of the bed, his voice relaxed and tired, lazy and hoarse:

"Be good, don't make noise, just sleep with me for a while."

boom--

The little rice cake was completely fried and ripe.
Chapter completed!