Chapter 1373 (2/2)
in the room, Mingshu is playing with his mobile phone with his legs up.
Xuange went back to her room and took the tutor's things. When she came in, she saw her heroic side.
It's really
Xuange put down his book, pulled open his chair and sat down. He said carelessly, ”today is Friday.”
”I know.”
”You didn't go to school.”
”Well, needless to stress, I know I didn't go.”
”Don't you remember?”
Mingshu put down his mobile phone: ”tutor, what do you want to say?” It's weird.
Xuange lowered his eyes and opened the book: ”nothing. Let's start the class.”
Xuange gave an example and asked Mingshu to do it.
Mingshu did it fast every time, as if in a hurry, but most of them were wrong.
”I told you a few days ago, why did you do something wrong again?”
Mingshu came to him to have a look: ”next time I try not to do wrong.”
Xuange: ”it'sYou say that every time!
Xuange said it again from the beginning.
Mingshu is next to him, her breath is too close, xuange said a word to pause for several seconds.
”Do you understand?”
”Well.” Mingshu nodded and hit his arm with his chin.
Xuange suddenly took back his hand: ”you Do it again. ”
He got up and went to the window.
Now seeing her, xuange feels something is wrong.
Not to mention her casual touch.
This feeling
Outside the window of the cool wind, blowing away the body that a little strange.
He took a deep breath and went back to make-up lessons.
Mingshu changed the last question, threw the pen and stretched: ”it's so hungry.”
Mingshu looked at the time and found that it was still early.
It's the usual time just after school
Xuange quietly packed up things, ready to go out.
With a slight weight on the hem, he looked back.
The girl pulled his clothes and looked up at him. Her eyes were soft. His heart beat out of order.
”Something?”
”I'll see your wound.”
”Already.”
”Let me see.” Mingshu is not at ease.
Xuange: ”it's
Xuange pulled out his shirt and lifted it slightly to reveal the position of the wound.
Mingshu put one hand on his waist, the other hand opened the patch on the wound.
The wound has healed and tender pink flesh has grown.
”No need to change the dressing.” Mingshu's fingertips brush over the edge of the wound.
Her fingers were warm, touching the skin, with a touch he had never felt.
His eyes, which had always been scattered, were slightly dark at this time.
The body is strange, let him all the year round without any change of expression, appear subtle difference.
”I've seen it...”
The words behind xuange seem to be blocked in my throat.
The delicate warm touch of his waist, as if in that moment, took his breath.
“…… Let me go. ”
He finished the sentence, but it was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
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someone who wrote a love letter: wuwuwuwuwu I waited all night and no one came.