Senior help me chase him back

One afternoon, after class, Cheng Qiao waited for Song Xiuyang in the lounge of the laboratory early, looking at the white coat hanging on the hanger, thinking.

After Song Xiuyang got out of class, Cheng Qiao left with him. Looking at the white coat he put in the bag, he couldn't help asking, "Do you want to wash it tonight?"

Song Xiuyang took his hand and glanced at the bag, "Well, there is a special washing machine, so it won't be too much trouble. Why, you want to help me wash my clothes?"

Song Xiuyang's bright eyes flashed slyly.

Cheng Qiao held Song Xiuyang's hand instead, and tugged at the corner of his clothes with the other hand, motioning him to come over.

"Doctor Song, I want to wear your white coat."

Song Xiuyang raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to subdue the temptation?"

"That's right, can you?"

Song Xiuyang felt funny when he saw Cheng Qiao's slightly twitchy look, and deliberately teased him, "Why do you want my clothes all of a sudden? Did you watch the movie last night?"

Cheng Qiao blushed and waved her hands desperately, "How come, how come, I just... well, I'll be honest, I... I remember someone wearing your clothes too"

Song Xiuyang glanced at the surrounding environment, they just passed by the school's grove, "Are you jealous?"

Cheng Qiao: "Yes, brooding."

Song Xiuyang smiled, pulled him into his arms, and warm breath came into his ears, "Little fool, let's go, let's go home, you can't wear this dress, it's a bit dirty, wait for me to wash it."

.........

Half an hour later, Song Xiuyang put the dried white coat in front of Cheng Qiao, and Cheng Qiao looked at the white coat in a daze.

"Actually, um... I'm just talking."

"so what?"

"How about...forget it?"

Song Xiuyang's face became serious, "Go take a shower and change!"

Cheng Qiao: "..." Did I dig a hole for myself?

............

After a short breath, Cheng Qiao looked at the wrinkled clothes and stretched out her hands to straighten them.

Song Xiuyang brought a glass of water to Cheng Qiao's side, "Why, do you want to do it again?"

Cheng Qiao blushed in embarrassment. The sound of Song Xiuyang tearing his clothes was still ringing in his ears, "No... no, it's all torn, what should you do in class tomorrow?" He took a sip from the water glass.

Song Xiuyang nodded, "That's true."

Cheng Qiao secretly glanced at Song Xiuyang with the cup, and said leisurely, "I regret it. If I knew you were studying medicine, I should have applied for medical school."

Song Xiuyang: "It's not too late now."

Cheng Qiao: "It's late, I'm already in my first semester of college."

Song Xiuyang kissed him, "It's not too late, it's never too late for you to learn."

Cheng Qiao knew that Song Xiuyang was lying to him. Transferring to medical school was not so easy. Besides, he just wanted to take classes with Song Xiuyang.

"Really? Can I really go to class with you?" Cheng Qiao looked at Song Xiuyang expectantly, her shining eyes glowing.

Song Xiuyang put his hands on him, very gentle, "I'll teach you, and then how about you being my personal doctor?"

Cheng Qiao looked up at him and thought for a while, "This is a good idea."

Song Xiuyang smiled: "That's good, how about we start learning from today."

Cheng Qiao: "Now?"

Song Xiuyang: "Of course."

Cheng Qiao: "But..."

Song Xiuyang had a smirk on his face, touched Cheng Qiao's fair cheeks, and pretended to think: "First start with anatomy, and learn about bones first..."

He glanced at Cheng Qiao up and down, "Do you want to learn from the front or the back?"

Cheng Qiao glanced at herself, a little shy: "How about the back?"

Song Xiuyang: "Okay."

He turned Cheng Qiao over, looked at Cheng Qiao's blushing skin, leaned closer and said, "Then listen carefully."

As he spoke, his cold fingers landed on Cheng Qiao's head.

"This is the parietal bone." Followed by his gentle mouth.

"This is the occiput."

"This is the atlas of the cervical spine."

"This is the first thoracic vertebra."

......

"This is the first lumbar vertebra."

......

"This is the tailbone."

......

"This is the femur."

This is the patella. "

"This is the tibia."

"It's the phalanx."

Don't let the voice fall with your mouth.

"Do you remember everything? I will check tomorrow."

Cheng Qiao turned around and hugged Song Xiuyang, her eyes blurred and foggy, she touched his chest with her fingers, and said coquettishly, "Let's start from the front, the back is too difficult, there are so many lumbar spines, it's hard to remember."

Song Xiuyang: "Okay."

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