Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Facts have proved that it is useless for boys to be cute.

At least Tang Xia is immune to this.

With a dark face, she got up directly to tease Han Yu, and pressed the boy on the sofa. I don't know where she got the strength to suppress the boy so that he lost his temper, and then peeled off the fever-reducing patch on his forehead with trembling hands.

In fact, Tang Xia was also afraid.

The girl didn't know where his injury came from, and how severe it was, but she was full of worry and a little bit of anger.

"So, if I don't find out, are you going to hide it like this?"

Tang Xia pinched the edge of the anti-fever sticker with her fingers, exerted a little force, only heard a "hiss", and then lowered her head, only to see Han Yu's five sense organs pinched together, grinning in pain.

"It deserves it..." Tang Xia glared at him. Although she said so, her movements became more gentle, for fear of hurting Han Yu again.

The young man held the pillow with both hands, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still looked at Tang Xia and smiled.

I knew his little tail was a knife-mouthed bean curd heart.

The girl clenched her teeth. Although she didn't use much strength, her whole body was tense, her palms were slightly numb, and she was sweating a little.

When the fever-reducing patch gradually separated from Han Yu's skin, the central part of the original light blue was already stained with large areas of blood, completely soaking the fever-reducing patch into red.

So shocking.

Tang Xia couldn't help shivering, staring at the fever-reducing patch that she took off and held in her hand, then raised her eyes and fixedly looked at the boy's forehead.

With such a long wound, the upper and lower sides had turned white flesh and blood, even swollen by the moisture in the fever-reducing patch, like two chubby caterpillars, crawling on his handsome face, with a frightening ferocity.

"Han Yu..." Tang Xia's pupils were not focused, she seemed to be frightened, and after saying two words, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

His forehead was cool, but without the anti-fever patch, the pain of the wound was much less than before. The young man didn't say much, he just comforted Tang Xia with his eyes, as if saying - it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter.

The girl looked at him, as if she wanted to see everything about him clearly through Han Yu's eyes.

Why is there such a young man in the world who doesn't know how to feel sorry for himself, doesn't know how to treat himself better, but just blindly deceives, thinking that it will reassure those who are worried about him, but she doesn't know that she is even more worried.

Han Yu is still an ignorant child, what should she do with him? If she...just if, if Han Yu wasn't that important to her, and she wouldn't come here specially, then what would happen to him?

Let the wound bleed? Wait for it to scab on its own? And leave a permanent ugly scar?

Tang Xia felt her heart was pulled together, her eyes turned red, and she quickly lowered her head.

Han Yu kept looking at her, seeing that she seemed to be about to cry, he suddenly panicked.

The boy hurriedly sat up, faced Tang Xia face to face, grabbed the girl's arm with both hands, and stammered: "Don't cry, Tang Xia, I'm fine! This injury is a minor injury, it will heal in two days, really! He didn't feel it was enough after he finished speaking, he bent down, tilted his head halfway, and approached to coax her, his tone was unreasonably soft, "At most, there will be a scar, it's okay, don't be sad, I don't want you to worry."

He didn't pay much attention to his appearance, and it didn't matter if he left a scar.

Tang Xia didn't speak, she lowered her head and her shoulders trembled.

Han Yu had never coaxed a girl before, and he didn't know how to coax it effectively, so he simply grabbed Tang Xia's hand in a daze, like a child who made a mistake, and acted like a baby carefully—

"Then how many times did you hit me?"

It's okay not to say, Tang Xia laughed angrily when she said it, pulled out her hand suddenly, raised her face and said complicatedly: "I want to hit you, but..." She sighed helplessly, "Why are you willing? You don't want to?" I feel sorry for myself, I feel sorry for myself."

Han Yu smiled instantly.

He raised his hand, curled his index finger slightly, and used his knuckles to gently wipe off the teardrops hanging on Tang Xia's cheeks, and then slowly said—

"Then don't cry, it's when I feel the most distressed when you cry."

Tang Xia was startled, and in the bottom of Han Yu's eyes, he saw himself dumbfounded.

The young man in front of her seemed to be so important to her...she never wanted to leave.

"Then you go to the hospital with me now?"

After a while, Tang Xia spoke.

"..." Han Yu sighed deeply, as expected he was still puzzled as before, "Go to my bedroom and take off your coat, change your clothes and go."

"Okay!" It was rare for Han Yu to be so obedient. Tang Xia was afraid that he would repent, so she hurried to get the coat in the direction he pointed.

The boy's bedroom door was not closed. She went in and glanced around, opened the wardrobe next to the bed, and took a piece of clothing. Just as he was about to close it, his eyes touched the drawing board leaning against the inner wall in the corner of the closet.

There is drawing paper sandwiched between the drawing boards, and the paper faces the inner wall, so Tang Xia cannot see the contents of the painting from this angle.

She remembered that Han Yu still owed her a painting, saying that he would not give it until his birthday in the summer vacation, could it be the one in the closet?

Tang Xia's heart was pounding, she was holding on to the handle of the closet door, and there were two villains fighting in her mind.

The little angel in white clothes said, "Tang Xia, you must be educated, and you can't pry into other people's privacy at will."

The little devil in black said, "Look, look, you've wanted to see it a long time ago, haven't you? Just take a look, who knows?"

Tang Xia gritted her teeth.

The drawing board was so attractive that she couldn't look away at all, and even the hand that was about to close the door slowly relaxed, and she wanted to poke into the corner inadvertently.

It's a long time before her birthday, and she really can't wait to watch it.

The girl was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. It seemed that she had struggled for a long time, but in fact it was only a moment.

A few seconds later, "Bang—" Tang Xia closed the closet door forcefully, as if closing the strong and gushing expectations in her heart.

Han Yu, who was changing his shoes and getting ready to go out, was taken aback. He was about to shout when Tang Xia hurried out.

"Here, put it on," the girl urged, "I'll wrap your wound with gauze so that you don't get bacteria." She is dexterous and can do these simple wound treatments very well.

Han Yu asked strangely: "Where did you learn it?"

"Self-taught." Tang Xia replied casually.

After finishing everything, the two left the community together, took a taxi on the road, and went straight to the hospital.

Han Yu is a person who is very afraid of trouble. In other words, when encountering anything, he can be lazy, but Tang Xia is just the opposite. There are similarities and complementarities in their personalities. It has to be said that they fit very well.

"You sit here, I'll help you register and find a department." Tang Xia instructed the boy like a little mother.

Han Yu, who was wearing a hat to cover the wound, was unhappy, "It's not like I have a broken leg, so do it yourself." He turned around, walked away with the case card in hand.

Tang Xia chased after him, and explained with a smile: "Because I cursed you last time, you will never find a department when you see a doctor, so I'll do it."