Ying Shao is a Girl

"..."

Ying Junchu didn't want to disturb his clear dream.

But there is no way, he must be given medicine.

The medicine was given to her by Song Feiwan, which could speed up the healing of Ling Yiche's wounds.

The boy was fast asleep.

She tapped the table a few times, making a crisp sound that echoed in the silent night.

Maybe it was because of his deep sleep that Ling Yiche didn't wake up.

"..."

How to wake him up?

this is a problem.

"Ling Yiche..."

She tried calling several times, but the boy seemed to be asleep and could not hear her voice at all.

Ling Yiche was sleeping peacefully, sleeping very well, and breathing evenly. If you were slightly closer, you could still hear his shallow breathing.

Ying Junchu's well-jointed hand poked the boy's jade-white cheek. It was soft and felt good.

"Ling Yiche, wake up..."

Her fingertips were slightly cold, and the boy seemed to notice it.

Ling Yiche frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes. The light was a bit dazzling, and he was not used to it for a while.

It took a while to calm down.

He rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. The boy yawned. His azure eyes were filled with mist, and the mist filled his eyes. A crystal clear teardrop hung in the corner of his slightly raised eye. The warm orange light was like The stars were scattered in his eyes.

Ying Junchu stared at him quietly without saying a word.

"Chuchu, you're back..."

His voice was unclear, but the meaning of his words could still be heard.

"Well, put the medicine on."

"good."

Ying Junchu handed him the cold white porcelain bottle.

"You go downstairs and get a cotton swab, and I'll check your homework for you."

"okay."

Ling Yiche went downstairs in a daze, holding on to the railing.

Yingjun read the questions very quickly at first and solved them very quickly. She was very busy every day, so she could only try to find time to do these things.

She checked all the questions, and also helped him outline and mark all the wrong places, and then wrote a variety of correct solutions next to them.

The ideas are clear, the methods are novel, concise and easy to understand.

Until everything was done, Ling Yiche hadn't gone upstairs yet.

Ying Junchu raised his eyes and glanced at the study door. The door was ajar, and the light in the room poured out from the crack in the door and fell all over the floor.

Why don't you just take a cotton swab? Why hasn't he come up yet?

After so long, some people believe me even if I go out for a few streets to buy cotton swabs.

When Ying Jun first went downstairs, he saw such a scene.

Ling Yiche leaned on the sofa and fell asleep again.

Hair slightly messy.

The swab box slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

"..."

How sleepy is he?

If you can fall asleep like this, Ying Junchu doesn't expect him to give himself medicine.

In the end, it was Ying Junchu who gave Ling Yiche the medicine himself.

She made her movements very gently, and Ling Yiche was already in a deep sleep, so she did not wake him up.

It's cold in the living room, so it's impossible for him to sleep here all night.

Ying Junchu picked up the person on the sofa, who looked just like the young man, thin, slender and unbelievably light.

She frowned slightly, why was it still so light? Not raised well at all?

It seems that I need to find a new nutritionist. The current nutritionist is not good. I haven’t gained a few pounds, but I am still so thin. It has no effect at all.

Ying Junchu made silent calculations in his heart.

After a while, she carried the boy upstairs.

She pulled off the neatly folded quilt and covered Ling Yiche with it.

Well, she has done her best.

It's time to finish and leave.

"Chuchu..." Ling Yiche suddenly stretched out his hand from the quilt and took her cold fingertips.

Ying Junchu paused in his steps.

? ? ?

Did you wake up after giving you the medicine? ! What's the meaning? on purpose?

There was no movement behind him.

She was confused and looked back.

The young man's eyes were still closed, and his thick and slender eyelashes like black crows were trembling slightly.

"..." He must be talking in his sleep.

Ying Junchu took his hand out without leaving a trace, turned around and left.

Just as he reached the door, the young man's gentle voice came again.

"Chuchu...I..."

"..." What are you!

I can't even sleep peacefully!

She closed the door gently, making an extremely small sound.

The light outside the house was cut off, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"I seem to like you..."