break your waist

Li Xingyan's long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and a blush crept up on the tip of the snow-white soft earlobe.

"This is your own leg...you can...you can...feel it yourself..." The slender-boned boy lowered his head and finished the sentence hesitantly.

Ye Musen suddenly sneered when he heard the words, this little thing is a bit interesting.

Li Xingyan couldn't understand what Ye Musen's laughter meant.

A gust of cool wind blew from the window at the end of the aisle, and Li Xingyan's little hair dangled on his little head.

The cigarette butt on the tip of Ye Musen's left finger was lit with red dots, and he slowly raised his right hand, pressing his broad palm gently on the curled-up hair.

As long as he takes his hand away, that little strand of hair will instantly spring up like a spring, which is inexplicably playful.

Li Xingyan was like a puppet without a soul, with his hands behind his back and his head outstretched, letting Ye Musen play with his silly hair.

Forget it, just treat it as an exchange.

If he touches someone else, they will also be able to touch it back.

Ye Musen had had enough, and his fingertips slowly moved from the top of Li Xingyan's head to the tiny wound on his forehead.

Li Xingyan took off the bandage in the afternoon to let the wound breathe.

Ye Musen's fingertips touched lightly, and Li Xingyan frowned slightly.

The man thought he had hurt the little guy, so he took his hand off Li Xingyan's forehead.

Actually, it didn't hurt, it was just that when Ye Musen's slightly callused fingers brushed against his skin, a small tingling electric current was inexplicably generated.

Li Xingyan took a deep breath, and suddenly heard a man's mellow and magnetic voice above his head.

"Take it."

The little guy raised his head, looked at Ye Musen, and heard him say, "You don't need the scar medicine prescribed by the hospital, use this."

It was only then that Li Xingyan saw Ye Musen holding a tube of ointment with foreign languages ​​on it, which he didn't see just now when he was in a daze.

"Thank you." Li Xingyan reached out to take it.

The two returned to the restaurant together, but no one noticed Feng Rui who had just hid at the corner of the stairs in front of him.

After they went back, they sat down and chatted for a while before Feng Rui returned to his seat.

After leaving the restaurant, Ji Lang drove Li Xingyan and Feng Rui to the gate of Blue Sky Airlines.

Before driving away, he specifically confessed: "You two are the only ones in our class, you need to take care of each other, you know?"

The two students nodded and walked inside together.

Ji Lang sent Ye Musen back to the neighborhood where he lived, and it was almost eleven o'clock when he drove home.

The car moved slowly in the night, and tonight he could see that something was wrong with Feng Rui and Li Xingyan.

The two people who were inseparable before, only joined their topic tonight, and neither of them said a word.

The sofas are connected together, one sits almost against the wall, and the other sits on the outermost side.

Tonight, he originally wanted to call Li Xingyan out to ask alone, but he was worried that Feng Rui would see him chatting with Li Xingyan outside, so he thought too much.

If you ask Feng Rui, he might not say, although Feng Rui is extroverted on the surface, but Ji Lang can tell that he has more thoughts than Li Xingyan.

From the moment he got out of the car, the gentleness on Feng Rui's face was instantly replaced by indifference.

He quickened his pace, as if he didn't want to go back to the dormitory with Li Xingyan.

It is impossible for Li Xingyan not to notice such an obvious thought.

He also slowed down and let Feng Rui go first.

To be honest, living with Feng Rui now, Li Xingyan really doesn't like going back to that dormitory.

He walked around the playground twice before returning slowly.

But as soon as he opened the door and went in, he saw the photo of him and his aunt Feng smashed to the ground together with the glass photo frame outside.

And Feng Rui sat in his seat and played with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened.

Li Xingyan lost his parents when he was very young, and Aunt Feng was just like his mother, taking care of him for so many years.

This photo was taken at the school gate when Aunt Feng sent him to the school when he was just admitted to university.

Both of them laughed happily, but now Aunt Feng's smiling face was torn apart bit by bit by glass shards.

Li Xingyan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes turned red instantly.