His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Li Shunan raised his eyebrows and smiled loosely and playfully: "Originally, I wanted you to lend me your homework for a look. Since you want to write it for me, you can."

"..."

Jiang Ling knew he was choked with blood.

Then she delivered it by herself?

She felt that if she talked to him again, she might get sick with anger.

Jiang Ling knew how to endure it, and took a deep breath, and silently picked up the hydrogen peroxide: "Hand, stretch it out."

A true lady will not lose her temper easily.

Li Shunan lowered his head and twitched the corner of his lips.

He also knows how to accept as soon as he sees it. If he provokes her again, the little girl might be really angry.

He sat down straight and handed it over.

Jiang Ling knew to open the lid of hydrogen peroxide.

She saw a hand with distinct joints reaching out to her.

Boys have a fair complexion, slender knuckles, and beautiful bones.

Jiang Lingzhi stared at the hand stretched out in front of him, shaking his fingers with hydrogen peroxide, and then suddenly he realized something.

That is a hand belonging to a boy.

Although it is just rubbing medicine, it is unavoidable to encounter it.

She has never held hands with boys, and such close contact.

Jiang Lingzhi hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to touch it. His other hand hung awkwardly beside him. The little hand holding hydrogen peroxide hung above him, and poured hydrogen peroxide on the injured back of his hand.

Li Shunan twisted his eyebrows slightly, leaned forward and couldn't help but laugh out: "Doctor Xiao Jiang's method of treating patients' wounds is very unique."

When I heard this, I knew I was teasing her.

Jiang Ling knew to ignore him and focused on his medical career.

Li Shunan tilted his head slightly with deep eyebrows, staring at the girl's drooping eyelashes, and deliberately raised his hand, about to touch her eyelashes, his voice was low and low, "Can you see clearly so far?"

He moved it manually, and the hydrogen peroxide was poured into the wrong place for a while, wasting a lot, and it could not be completely disinfected at all.

Knowing that Jiang Ling frowned, he raised his other hand subconsciously, held his big palm, and held his hand steady: "Oh, can you stop moving, I'm in the wrong place."

As soon as the voice fell, both of them were stunned.

With a subconscious move, her hands clasped together unexpectedly.

The boy's palm is very large, and the palm is warm to the touch, which is very clear.

But the hands of boys and girls are not the same. With a slightly rough hand, at this moment, the perception seems to be infinitely magnified.

Jiang Lingzhi clearly heard his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

She shook her hand, quickly let go of his hand, and put her hand back.

Like a kid who did something wrong, staring at him blankly.

Li Shunan didn't smile anymore, and his light brown eyes were a little darker, staring straight at her.

He had seen girls writing before, with beautiful hands, white and slender.

After I met it today, I found out that not only did it look beautiful, but when I held it up just now, it was as smooth and soft as boneless.

After a while, he smiled swiftly, leaned back in the chair lazily, and returned to his slanderous tone: "What are you doing so nervously, didn't you hold hands with boys?"

Jiang Lingzhi also realized that his reaction seemed a little overdone.

She lowered her eyebrows a little annoyed, and turned her eyes away: "You think everyone is the same as you."