The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

If I had to describe Zhuo Qian's feeling at this time, it would be that in a blank space, clusters of fireworks rose into the air, and then exploded into one piece.

Ah, the fireworks are so beautiful.

But why does my mouth hurt when watching fireworks?It turns out that watching fireworks is so expensive.

The system said: "Silly boy, don't even look at who is biting your mouth."

Zhuo Qian has known this cheating system for so long, and this is the first time he heard it speak in such a gentle tone, which made his hair stand on end.

"Are you still the old prince!"

"I'm not your little king."

"you've changed."

"Yes, I have changed." The prince suddenly said sadly, "I have decided to let Shen Jialan disappear from this world right now, let's destroy it together!"

Zhuo Qian: "..." Oh.

The prince was really mad by him.

Zhuo Qian collected his attention, looked closely, and saw Shen Jialan's face close at hand.

Shen Jialan's eyes were closed tightly, his long eyelashes like a small fan were shaking restlessly, and his brows were also furrowed. If he hadn't been gnawing his own mouth, Zhuo Qian would have thought that this guy was working on a big and difficult project.

It has to be said that Shen Jialan's kissing skills are really bad, there is no skill at all, it all depends on an impulsiveness that comes from nowhere.

Shen Jialan gnawed at Zhuo Qian's lips in a disorganized manner, his movements were unfamiliar and green, and he didn't even know how to control his strength.

It didn't take long for Zhuo Qian to feel his mouth numb due to the pain.

At this moment, he even had the illusion that a dog was gnawing on a bone. He was the bone, and Shen Jialan was the dog.

Until he couldn't take it anymore and pushed Shen Jialan away, Shen Jialan was still panting by his ear, and his upper body was leaning on him.

The heavy weight made Zhuo Qian barely stand still, he tried his best to turn his face to the side, trying not to let Shen Jialan's breath fall on his neck.

Every time Shen Jialan exhaled, all the goosebumps on his body stood up.

"Shen Jialan, do you..." Zhuo Qian quickly touched Shen Jialan's forehead, as expected, it was astonishingly hot, "You have a fever!"

Shen Jialan squinted his eyes, as if he was holding on, but he couldn't help but tapped his head on Zhuo Qian's shoulder like a little chicken, and he said in a daze, "Yeah."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Brother, you dare to single out a group of people while you are sick, are you desperate?

Before, Zhuo Qian thought that Shen Jialan had collapsed the character design of the protagonist of the white lotus, but now it seems that Shen Jialan is called a collapsed character?He doesn't touch the white lotus at all!

It was because of his brain teasing that he thought Shen Jialan was an invisible white lotus.

Zhuo Qian asked him: "Can I still go?"

Shen Jialan just rested his forehead on Zhuo Qian's shoulder, without nodding or shaking his head.

Zhuo Qian sighed helplessly, and while admitting his fate, he turned around and said to the prince, "Quick! Help me!"

Prince: "Hehe."

Zhuo Qian was also worried that Shen Jialan's self-esteem would prevent him from carrying him on the back, but Shen Jialan who had just bent down and guessed what he was going to do consciously climbed onto his back.

As the saying goes, the first time is born and the second time is familiar, Shen Jialan has been carried by Zhuo Qian once, and he already knows how to find a comfortable position on Zhuo Qian's back.

The prince was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but he still helped Zhuo Qian in the end, but he couldn't avoid having a few thoughts.

"You still said that he is not Bailianhua! I see that your eyes are covered with gum. He can walk on his own, but you have to carry him. Isn't Bailianhua able to do that?"

With the help of the prince, Zhuo Qian carried Shen Jialan on his back without difficulty, but it was a bit troublesome to argue with the prince: "He has a fever, how do you let him go by himself?"

The prince sneered: "Yes, he has a fever, he can fight, but he can't walk."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

He suspected that the prince was angry with him before he took the opportunity to express his anger.

The prince chirped and complained, and finally got to the point: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Zhuo Qian pretended to be stupid: "What should I do?"

"Have you been confused by his kiss?" The prince gritted his teeth, "Of course I'm asking how you plan to deal with your relationship with him. Don't you want to do the mission anymore? Don't you want to go back to the original world?"

Zhuo Qian said calmly: "I think so."

The prince said: "Thinking of you, you are still doing something wrong!"

Zhuo Qian sighed deeply: "Things like feelings are often involuntary, hey, you are a system without feelings, you don't understand."

The prince was almost paralyzed by Zhuo Qian's words.

Until the end, Zhuo Qian didn't tell the prince what he was going to do, because he didn't know what to do, his mind seemed to be filled with mud, and he couldn't think of anything.

Zhuo Qian carried Shen Jialan to the school's infirmary, and he didn't know if it was too comfortable to lean on him, but Shen Jialan fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The school doctor asked Zhuo Qian to put Shen Jialan on the hospital bed, checked and took his temperature, then frowned and said, "Why is the fever so severe?"

Zhuo Qian stood by the hospital bed and asked worriedly: "Teacher, does he need to go to the hospital?"

The school doctor was busy preparing the medicine, and said without looking back: "I haven't reached that level yet, just take a few days of drips, but you students, don't take care of your body because you are young, and you still wear thin clothes in winter." , It requires style and not temperature."

After finishing speaking, the school doctor turned around and saw the thin down jacket and turtleneck sweater on Zhuo Qian's body. The school doctor choked obviously, and added, "You are wearing quite thick clothes. I'm talking about your classmate."

Zhuo Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at Shen Jialan.

Sure enough, Shen Jialan was wearing very thin clothes, only a loose black sweater, which looked cold.

While the school doctor was busy, Zhuo Qian quietly lifted the hem of Shen Jialan's clothes and took a look. He was not wearing anything inside, only his white belly and faintly visible abdominal muscles could be seen.

Just as he was about to put down the hem of his clothes, his wrist was grabbed.

Zhuo Qian was startled, his face turned pale in a flash, he thought the school doctor had found out that he was playing hooliganism with a patient, but he raised his head and bumped into a pair of dark eyes.

Shen Jialan didn't know when he woke up, tilted his head, and stared straight at him.

Zhuo Qian was inexplicably relieved, but followed by another burst of embarrassment that could not be ignored, he struggled twice, but failed to break free from Shen Jialan's shackles.

"Release." Zhuo Qian silently mouthed to Shen Jialan.

However, Shen Jialan not only did not let go, but also tried to pull Zhuo Qian towards him.

Zhuo Qian's face turned from white to red, and he looked at the school doctor with a guilty conscience.

Fortunately, the school doctor still turned his back to them, and was still fiddling with the things used for the drip, so he didn't notice the small movements of the two students behind him.

Zhuo Qian was pulled so weakly that he leaned against Shen Jialan, and a little further forward, the tip of his nose could touch Shen Jialan's flushed cheek, and he said anxiously, "What are you doing?"

Shen Jialan narrowed his eyes, even though he could see that he was a little uncomfortable at the moment, it didn't prevent the long and narrow black eyes from being full of smiles, his gaze lingered on Zhuo Qian's face, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Zhuo Qian had never seen Shen Jialan so emotionally exposed, but he had to say that Shen Jialan with a smile in his eyes was really pretty.

At this moment, it seemed that all the light coming in from the window gathered on Shen Jialan.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice being pulled to his chest by Shen Jialan until Shen Jialan whispered in his ear: "Do you still remember what you said just now?"

The warm breath blew by Zhuo Qian's ears, he couldn't help shivering, subconsciously shrugged his shoulders: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Shen Jialan said, "You said you liked me."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Originally, he just wanted to try Shen Jialan's attitude, but he didn't know that Shen Jialan responded so violently, it felt like he only wanted a small boat, but he didn't know that Shen Jialan directly drove a [-]-ton ship.

Too fierce.

This storm is coming too violently!

After calming down, Zhuo Qian thought that he should think about it carefully, not to mention that there were so many things between him and Shen Jialan, as far as he and Shen Jialan collided, he should also take a good look at it.

Shen Jialan has been waiting for Zhuo Qian's reply. After waiting for a long time, Zhuo Qian's brows were tightly knit, as if he was entangled in something.

Slowly, the smile in Shen Jialan's eyes also faded a little.

"What? Do you want to go back on what you said?" Even the voice was a lot colder.

"I don't want to regret it, I just need a little time to think about it."

"What do you want? What else do you want to think about?" Shen Jialan didn't understand, and even thought that Zhuo Qian wanted to run away after flirting, which was to make excuses for himself.

"We'll talk about it when you recover from illness. We'll have a good talk then." Zhuo Qian planned to stabilize Shen Jialan first, they were still in the infirmary right now, and the school doctor was standing beside them, so it was inconvenient to say anything.

But Shen Jialan was sure that Zhuo Qian was going to run away, like an insecure child, he repeated that sentence coldly: "Zhuo Qian, you just went back on your word."

The school doctor who heard the movement turned around and saw the student lying on the hospital bed with a pale face clutching another student's wrist. The other student's face was full of panic, and he hesitated to speak, as if he was hesitant to explain something. .

Finally, the school doctor interrupted them.

"You still have a fever, calm down and lie down." The school doctor put the plate on the table, and pushed the drip rack to the bed with a straight face.

After being reprimanded by the school doctor, Shen Jialan did settle down, but his hand still held on to Zhuo Qian.

When the school doctor was ready to give the IV, he realized that the two students were still holding hands. He laughed angrily and said to Shen Jialan, "How do you get the IV?"

Shen Jialan raised his other hand: "Use this hand."

The school doctor said with a stern face: "No matter which hand you use, let go of your classmates. Don't talk about those who made a fuss just now. What is it like to hold hands now that you are on an IV drip?"

Zhuo Qian thought that after the school doctor said, Shen Jialan would obediently let go, but he didn't expect Shen Jialan to hold on tighter, as if he would take the opportunity to break free.

Then, Shen Jialan refused: "No."

Zhuo Qian watched the school doctor's face contort in anger, so he hurriedly stood up to smooth things over: "Shen Jialan, let go first, I'll stay here guarding you, and I won't go anywhere."

Shen Jialan glanced at him with cold eyes.

Zhuo Qian shrank his neck and remained silent.

Shen Jialan cast his eyes on the school doctor, he had a severe fever, his cheeks were flushed, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, and when he spoke in a soft tone, he actually had a pitiful taste.

"Teacher, I'm afraid." Shen Jialan said, "Just let me catch him."

Facts have proved that the school doctor is very fond of this, especially for such a delicate-looking child.

The school doctor was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, stretch out that hand."

Shen Jialan said, "Thank you teacher."

The school doctor tied a tourniquet on Shen Jialan's hand, and said, "If you really want to thank me, don't bother, take care of your illness, and come on time for an IV drip, do you hear me?"

Shen Jialan replied that he heard it.

At this time, the prince suddenly clicked his tongue in Zhuo Qian's mind: "Do you smell the white lotus?"

In the past, it was fine for the prince to say these things, but now Zhuo Qian felt very uncomfortable when he heard the word "white lotus", and said: "Is this the white lotus?"

The prince was surprised: "Is this not a white lotus?"

"Say a few words less." Zhuo Qian said, "Nothing you say will make people want to listen."

prince:"……"

It discovered that Shen Jialan was not only a white lotus, but also a high-ranking white lotus, otherwise how could even Zhuo Qian, an honest person, be treated so submissively?

I can't see it, I really can't see it.

It underestimated Shen Jialan.