To The Lovely You

   Lee Minho's deep eyes dimmed, and there was an imperceptible loss in it. When he wanted to say something, a group of boys took him to drink.

   Possibly with some kind of envy, jealousy and hatred, they poured alcohol on him in different ways. Lee Min Ho was also different from usual, drinking cup after cup without hesitation, until a layer of pale pink appeared on his fair face.

   While drinking, he kept looking at Luo Xiaomei, and a faint drunkenness began to appear in his eyes.

  Luo Xiaomei didn't say anything, but Li Mengshan spoke first: "Brother, you have to drink two glasses less, and you have class tomorrow!"

   Lee Minho seemed not to hear, and drank several glasses in a row—but to his disappointment, Luo Xiaomei didn’t say anything.

   She is like a shell without a soul, obviously the person is sitting beside him, but the soul does not know where to go.

   After the dinner, everyone dispersed. Luo Xiaomei walked slowly at the end of the crowd, looking preoccupied.

   "Should we go back to the infirmary to see how Jingheng is doing?" Lee Minho gently put his arms around her shoulders and probed in a low voice.

   "Yeah." Luo Xiaomei finally got a bit of focus in her dull eyes.

   Lee Minho tightly clasped the hand on her shoulder, sighed and said, "Let's go!"

   In the infirmary, Luo Yujun put a pot of white porridge on the bedside, but Ke Jingheng was like a **** off child: "I don't want to eat it, I have no appetite."

   "Even if you have no appetite, you have to eat, otherwise your stomach will hurt again." Luo Yujun patiently persuaded him, but Ke Jingheng still didn't buy it.

   Looking at this petty guy in front of him, his heart collapsed. Li Mengshan is still angry with him. He hasn't had time to coax that silly girl back, so why are you coaxing this big man here!

   At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and then Luo Xiaomei and Li Minhao appeared in front of them.

   Ke Jingheng was stunned for a while, and a trace of joy flashed in the depths of his beautiful eyes: "You...why are you here?"

   "I don't worry about you, so come and have a look." Li Minhao squeezed Luo Xiaomei's hand tightly and squeezed a smile at him.

  Luo Xiaomei's eyes fell on the white porridge at the head of the bed, and said with some reproach: "Ke Jingheng, why don't you eat well? You forgot how uncomfortable it was when you had a stomachache just now?"

   "No...No, I have a good meal." Ke Jingheng immediately picked up the bowl of white porridge, scooped a spoonful of it and kept blowing on his lips, "It was too hot just now, I'll let it cool before eating."

  Luo Yujun glanced at him sideways, his eyes full of contempt. This paranoid guy, when he saw Xiaoberry, was so hard-mouthed that he wouldn't say anything - but, he would seek death in front of them.

   Accompany him to sit in the ward for a while, Li Minhao dragged Luo Xiaomei to stand up: "Then let's go back first, you have a good rest."

  Luo Xiaomei was dragged forward by him, looked back at him, and quickly headed back to the country.

   As soon as he walked out of the door of the ward, Lee Minho's footsteps were much faster, and his hand tightened a bit. Luo Xiaomei wanted to struggle but couldn't shake it off, so she could only trot along with him.

   She suddenly felt that Li Minho tonight was a little strange, with a domineering and toughness he had never seen before. Is it because of drinking alcohol?

When    walked to the school playground, Luo Xiaomei finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Li Minhao, let go! It hurts!"

   This time, Lee Minho quickly let go of her hand, but his whole body kept approaching and approaching her...