The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Shen Jialan: "..."

The prince said bitterly, "Is this worth your nosebleed? Zhuo Qian, Zhuo Qian, are you promising!"

"Shut up!" Zhuo Qian yelled, it was the first time he felt ashamed to be thrown at grandma's house, he wished he could find a crack to get in on the spot, he quickly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his nose, but more and more he wiped.

The nosebleed kept gushing out, as if a switch had been pressed.

Zhuo Qian was extremely flustered, and seeing Shen Jialan who was still in a daze in a blink of an eye, he had to bite the bullet and smile awkwardly at Shen Jialan.

Shen Jialan's lips parted slightly, apparently still not recovering from the shock.

This is also the first time he has lost his composure.

Zhuo Qian couldn't take care of that much, he ran around in the bedroom like a headless chicken, looking for toilet paper everywhere.

"Go to the bathroom." said the prince. "There should be paper in the bathroom."

Zhuo Qian turned his head and went into the bathroom.

Sure enough, there was toilet paper in the bathroom, Zhuo Qian pulled seven or eight sheets in one go, and finally blocked the nosebleed.

There was no light in the bathroom, warm yellow light came in from the wide open door, Zhuo Qian saw a lot of blood on his lips and chin in the mirror through the light.

He hadn't had a nosebleed for a long time, and was taken aback by his own appearance in the mirror. He froze for a moment before turning on the faucet.

The clear water was dyed a light red after he washed his lips and chin.

Zhuo Qian almost buried his face in the sink. He carefully washed the blood on his face, but he couldn't help but recall the way Shen Jialan looked at him just now. The temperature on his cheek.

If possible, he really wanted to stay in this bathroom for the rest of his life.

Depend on……

so embarrassing...

It didn't know what the prince was doing, it was quiet for a long time, and suddenly clicked twice inexplicably: "So it's an old problem."

Zhuo Qian didn't understand its meaning: "What?"

"Frequent nosebleeds are not a good sign. Maybe there is something wrong with your body. I advise you to go to the hospital for an examination." Speaking of this, the prince smiled wretchedly, "But it's hard to say about your situation. After all, you are different from others, you were stimulated by a man's body so that your nose bleeds."

"Shut up!" Zhuo Qian instantly realized what the prince's An Jing was doing just now, "I told you not to read my memory!"

The prince was quite aggrieved: "I didn't do this to get to know you better."

As soon as the subject changed, it muttered again, "I thought you were only interested in muscular men, boy, you are actually a face control, but you really need to be cured for your nosebleeds on men's bodies. It’s okay to let others have nosebleeds, but you still have nosebleeds to the white lotus!”

"Shut up!" Zhuo Qian couldn't bear it anymore, if the prince hadn't had an entity, he would have beaten up this sloppy system long ago, "Is it something I can control whether I have a nosebleed or not?"

The prince was confident: "You can control it without thinking about it."

"..."

Zhuo Qian gritted his teeth.

"But I can understand you." The prince comforted him in turn, "A virgin must be full of fantasies about that."

"I told you to shut up!"

"It's okay, don't give up treatment, the best way to overcome fear is to face it, come on, let's have the courage to face it!"

Zhuo Qian got a headache from the prince's chattering voice, wiped the water from his chin, before he raised his head, a hand holding a white towel stretched out.

That hand was very beautiful, with well-defined phalanges and rounded fingertips.

Zhuo Qian looked up that hand, and saw the more beautiful finger owner.

Shen Jialan frowned, his face was as cold as a block of ice, he passed the towel forward, and his tone was not good: "Take it, don't get your blood everywhere again."

"Thank you." Zhuo Qian quickly took the towel.

He still wanted to talk, and countless pictures flashed in the form of slides in his originally blank mind—the pictures he had seen in the locker room, the pictures he had seen in the gym, and the pictures he had seen before. The picture I saw at the show...

Without exception, the male protagonists in these pictures are not wearing shirts, their bodies are smooth and graceful, and their muscles are strong but not exaggerated.

There was even a male model with light brown half-length curly hair who turned around and smiled at him.

"Come, come! Face it!" the prince screamed, "We cannot be defeated! We cannot leave a weakness in front of the white lotus!"

The voice fell.

Zhuo Qian once again felt warm liquid gushing out of his nose.

He was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it off, but accidentally splashed two drops on Shen Jialan.

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Shen Jialan was still naked from the upper body.

Zhuo Qian watched helplessly as the two drops of blood flowed down his chest.

For a moment, Shen Jialan's whole body was petrified, his face also turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally he almost squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Zhuo, Qian!"

Zhuo Qian blocked his nose with a towel and pulled his hair in dismay: "Prince!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just bringing out some of the deepest images in your memory." The prince also realized the seriousness of the situation, and cried anxiously, "I didn't know that the most impressive images are all these, you What are you thinking about all day long? Thinking of men, body, muscles, put on some clothes!"

"Zhuo Qian!" Shen Jialan couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Zhuo Qian's clothes, his eyes almost burst into flames, "You still say you have no plans for me!"

Zhuo Qian's lips turned white, and he shook his head like a rattle: "I really didn't..."

"Then what are you doing now? Do you think this will attract my attention?"

"You misunderstood me, I..." Zhuo Qian's back was covered with cold sweat, the excessive panic made his mind into a mess, and the voice of the prince crying back and forth was rippling back and forth. Say, "Put on some clothes!"

"..."

The bathroom was quiet.

The whole world is quiet.

Shen Jialan stared at Zhuo Qian for a long while as if he was about to kill, and suddenly he let go of his hand.

Zhuo Qian's legs were weak, he staggered back a few steps, and leaned against the wall to barely support his body.

Shen Jialan glanced at him, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Zhuo Qian pressed the towel hard on his nose, and took several breaths with his mouth open, only then did he feel that his heart, which was beating so fiercely that it was almost breaking through his chest, gradually calmed down.

The prince's voice sounded weakly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Zhuo Qian ignored it.

In the past, he only thought this system was annoying. He was Yan Shuyang's poisonous widow and liked to command blindly, but it had no effect on left and right, but now he suddenly felt that this system was an untimed bomb/bomb that might explode at any time. I don't know how I died.

It would be nice if there wasn't this system.

The prince noticed that Zhuo Qian was really angry, so he rarely lowered his posture and apologized humbly.

But Zhuo Qian turned a deaf ear to it. After sorting out his emotions, he tidied himself up again, making sure that the nosebleed had stopped, and then walked out of the bathroom slowly.

Standing in front of the sofa, Shen Jialan had already put on a pair of black and gray tie-dyed striped short sleeves, and the black shorts underneath were replaced with light blue straight-leg jeans.

He was dressed in elegant and familiar clothes, but because he was too thin, the effect of the clothes was naturally not as good as that of Yan Shuyang's hanger figure, but if you only look at his face... even if he is wearing a beggar's outfit, it looks like he is going to shoot a magazine cover at any time.

Zhuo Qian unnaturally moved his eyes away from Shen Jialan, walked over and stood still at a certain distance from Shen Jialan.

"Student Shen Jialan, I'm sorry." Zhuo Qian said guiltily, "I have caused you trouble."

Shen Jialan glanced at him and sneered: "It's not just trouble."

Zhuo Qian's ears turned red and he clenched his fingers, but he didn't know what to say other than "I'm sorry".

Fortunately, Shen Jialan didn't care about this matter anymore, he looked Zhuo Qian up and down, and said in a blunt tone, "I'll ask Aunt Shen to send you to the hospital."

"I'm fine." Zhuo Qian shook his head, "I used to have nosebleeds a lot, and I went to the hospital many times, it's nothing serious."

Seeing Zhuo Qian's refusal, Shen Jialan didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked towards the door. When he got to the door, he didn't hear Zhuo Qian's footsteps following him. Frowning: "Not coming yet?"

"Oh." Zhuo Qian hurriedly followed.

The two went downstairs one after the other, and bumped into Shen Lian who was about to go upstairs to call Shen Jialan for breakfast.

Shen Lian didn't know the embarrassing thing that happened just now, seeing Shen Jialan's stinky face, she just pretended that the child was still getting angry, so she patted Shen Jialan's back with a smile: "Breakfast is ready."

As she said that, she turned to Zhuo Qian, "Let's eat together, my classmates."

Zhuo Qian quickly waved his hand: "I've eaten."

Shen Lian said distressedly: "But I have already done your share."

"..." Zhuo Qian couldn't refuse, he could only accept, "Thank you, Aunt Shen."

What Shen Lian prepared was a Western-style breakfast. Three white discs contained toast, croissants, fried eggs, fruits, etc., and a cup of steaming milk was placed next to it.

Zhuo Qian only ate a bag of biscuits when he came, but now smelling the aroma, his stomach growled inappropriately.

He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and looked at Shen Jialan subconsciously, but saw Shen Jialan sitting at the dining table with frowning, staring at the breakfast in front of him, his fingers holding the tableware kept tightening, as if Not food, but poison/medicine.

Shen Lian looked sad, and persuaded in a low voice: "Jia Lan, if you can eat a little bit."

Shen Jialan didn't speak, he lowered his head and cut a small piece of grilled bacon, ready to put it in his mouth, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

He pursed his lips and threw the knife and fork into the plate together with the grilled bacon: "I have no appetite."

Shen Lian seemed to have expected this to happen a long time ago. Although she was a little disappointed, she did not force Shen Jialan. She turned her head to look at Zhuo Qian, and found that Zhuo Qian had almost finished his breakfast.

Zhuo Qian ate slowly, but without stopping for a moment, he put the food into his mouth in an orderly manner, his cheeks were bulging, and he looked a bit like a squirrel when he was chewing food.

Pretty cute.

After feeling Shen Lian's gaze, Zhuo Qian put down the knife and fork in a little panic, took a tissue and wiped his mouth, his cheeks flushed slightly: "Sorry, I'm a little hungry."

He was really hungry. After coming to this world, he never had enough to save money.

Shen Lian was amused by Zhuo Qian's clumsy movements when wiping his mouth, she said: "Let me bake you some more slices of toast, by the way, there are also peanut butter and cheese, do you want it?"

Zhuo Qian nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Aunt Shen."

Shen Lian went to the kitchen.

Zhuo Qian finished the remaining fried egg, looked up and found Shen Jialan who was sitting directly opposite him with his chin propped on one hand, frowning slightly watching him distracted.

The food placed in front of Shen Jialan was hardly touched.