Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

In the dark and hazy living room, Xiao San glanced at Qingshan Qihai's room, there was no light at the bottom of the door, the other party should have rested.

Taking out the mobile phone in his other pocket, looking at the time displayed on it, Xiao San didn't think it was too strange.

On weekdays, at this point in time, he had almost already started preparing for a rest.

When the light was turned on, Xiaosan saw the woman who was carried to the house by him, with that delicate and beautiful face, and that slender figure, which made Xiaosan's originally calm mood agitated a little.

Looking at the woman lying unreservedly in front of him without any defenses, the light green dress just hit Xiaosan's favorite point in his heart.

Stepping slowly, he came to the other party's side, looking at the other party who had fallen asleep, the even breathing sound, like soft music, nourished the heart.

Looking at that demure and elegant sleeping face, Xiaosan's original thoughts that had surfaced in his heart subsided a lot for a while.

Standing up, he walked slowly to the bathroom, put some hot water, then found a spare unused towel and soaked it in the water.

Back in the living room, looking at the other party who still showed no signs of waking up, Xiaosan just squatted beside the sofa, and gently applied the wrung towel on the other party's face, just like treating a lover with tenderness wiped.

Xiaosan carefully wiped the sour and astringent spots left at the corners of his mouth. Xiaosan casually put the towel aside, and went to pour a glass of warm water.

Gently lifted the other party who was lying on the sofa, handed the water glass in front of the other party, pressed it against the seemingly soft lips, and poured some lightly.

Although he was almost in a coma, when Xiaosan was feeding water, the other party unconsciously pursed his lips and swallowed the water...

Emotional sound and taste, comfortable and healing light and temperature.

'I'm clinging to someone important, as if I'll never be apart, like a baby nursing on its mother's breast, I'm never disturbed or lonely, I haven't lost anything, I can Feel free to act like a baby, very relaxed. '

Suddenly opening her eyes, looking at the strange ceiling above her head, Xue Ye Baixiang suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and a headache that had never appeared in her sleep came back one after another.

This is the sequelae after drinking.

She is no stranger to this feeling, after waking up, she quickly sorted out the memory of last night, and then glanced at the surrounding environment a little nervously.

The strange room, the strange smell, from the simple environment that I can see, it seems to belong to a boy's room, and the other party's age should not be too old.

The textbooks belonging to the students, as well as those magazines that are often flipped and lying on the corner of the desk at the moment, made Yukino Baixiangli make a judgment, but what she believed in was the young boy lying on the desk, who seemed to have not yet woken up .

'I last night... what's going on? '

For the time being, there are still remnants of memory, and I told Xueye Baixiangli that I drank with her last night and it was a middle-aged person who came to strike up a conversation with her.

But the current situation seems to be somewhat asymmetrical with what she remembered.

Taking a look at the clothes on his body, there was almost no change, but because of sleep, the dress on his body was wrinkled.

When she was feeling suspicious and puzzled, Xiaosan, who had been lying on the desk, slowly raised his head, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, then opened his arms and moved a little own sore neck.

Baixiangli Xueye didn't speak, just sat quietly on the bed, watching the boy stretch his body there, and then...

"You're awake."

His eyes fell on Baixiangli Xueye, Xiaosan's eyes looked a little tired, he gave up his bed to the other party, but he sat on the chair to rest, his whole body was indescribably sore.

He didn't rest well.

"Where is this place?"

The woman spoke, the soft and gentle voice made Xiao San, who was still a little tired, his eyes became clearer, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Obviously, this is my home. Last night you fainted and lay on the corner of the alley. I saw you and brought you back."

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, anyway...forget it, since I woke up, I'll go wash my face and get out of here, I should go to school too."

Xiao San didn't make any demands on her, he just stood up slowly, pulled the seat behind him, and walked out of the room.

Xueye Baixiangli who just woke up, looked at the boy who walked out of the room, and felt a little complicated for a moment, not knowing what to do, even if he wanted to thank the other party, he didn't know what to do, his heart was in a mess one slice.

It was the first time for Xueye Baixiangli to be brought back home by a stranger like this. She was a little nervous and also a little dazed. She sat on the bed with her soft lips pressed together for a long time before she slowly got off the bed.

When she stood up, she caught a glimpse of something familiar in her eyes unexpectedly, and Yukino Baixiang looked at the school uniform hanging on the hanger with some surprise.

My heart suddenly went blank.

When Xiao San came out of the bathroom, the one he picked up was standing in the living room, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Huh? Do you want to use the bathroom?"

Stared at by the other party's eyes mixed with suspicion and anxiety, as well as many eyes he could not understand, Xiaosan, who came out of the bathroom, looked at the other party gently.

Seeing this boy whom she had never met before, Baixiangli Xueye was a little skeptical, but she still asked a question that she cared more about.

"That... Excuse me, do you know him?"

"what?"

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Chapter 143. Saint fighters will not be knocked down by the same skills, but you are not

The other party left, leaving his residence with an expression that Xiao San couldn't understand.

Back in his room, looking at the slightly messy quilt, Xiaosan's expression was a bit subtle, he didn't know whether he should feel honored or ashamed.

In just a few months, his bed has been slept by three different types of women.