The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

"I didn't say I was leaving." Lan Qing pulled her wrist back from his hand, and took out a clean black T-shirt from the backpack next to her.

He Jiao's clothes are all rotten, it doesn't look good to go back shirtless like this.

He took the black T-shirt and handed it to him.

"Put on my clothes first."

It turned out that he was going to give him clothes to wear, and He Jiao reached out to grab the clothes full of joy, but as soon as he raised his hand, the wound on the back was so painful that he grinned.

"It hurts...I can't move, I can't put on my clothes, can you help me?"

He Jiao was really in pain, and he didn't pretend it was on purpose.

Lan Qing turned his head and was about to call Xin Ting to help him get dressed, but Xin Ting scratched his head for a second and ran over to ask the doctor.

"Doctor, do you think there is something wrong with my shoulder? I feel a lot of pain, and I can't even lift it up."

"Have you played too much with your mobile phone? Sit down and let me take a look for you."

"Thank you, doctor." Xin Ting sat down, and turned his head to look at Lan Qing. This He Jiao's goal is so obvious, he doesn't want to hinder her from chasing her husband thousands of miles away.

Lan Qing took a cold look, he was so obvious, did he pretend that he couldn't see?

He Jiao sneezed deliberately, "Aqiu!"

He is shirtless now, and he is still a wounded soldier, his body is so delicate.

Although Lan Qing is a little cold, he is actually a warm-hearted person. He is the first person to help his classmates when they see difficulties.

It's just that he is not good at words, and when others want to repay him later by inviting him to dinner or giving him gifts, he will either ignore him or coldly refuse.

That's why many people think that he is very cold and difficult to get along with.

Lan Qing put the clothes on his head. Comparing the black clothes with his white skin, his white skin, which seemed to have never been exposed to the sun, looked even fairer.

The clothes hung on his neck, blocking half of the collarbone, which extended to the shoulders. His right-angled shoulders had clear lines. Although there was a little muscle in the arms, they were not obvious.

He flicked down his arm, and saw half of his chest covered by his clothes.

He Jiao followed his gaze and looked down.

He is staring?

he likes?

He Jiao asked softly, "Do you still like what you see?"

Although it feels like it's going a little too fast.

But if he really wants to develop so fast, he won't refuse.

"What did you say?"

He didn't catch it?He Jiao looked up at him, and said it again, it's not like this...

"No, nothing."

Lan Qing's eyes were serious, as if a little unhappy, and He Jiao didn't know whether he heard it or not.

"hand."

"what?"

Lan Qing suddenly said a word, and looked at him inexplicably, hand?What's wrong with your hand?Are you going to hold hands with him?

"Put out your hand."

He Jiao blinked and felt that happiness came too suddenly, he stretched out his hand silently, ready to hold hands with him.

Lan Qing grabbed the sleeve and pulled it over his hand.

……

So it was just to dress him?

After getting dressed, Lan Qing grabbed the backpack that was placed next to her and straddled her shoulders.

"Let's go."

He missed such a good opportunity?

He Jiao stayed by the bed and didn't move. It took him a lot of effort to be in the same school as him, and it took such a stick to have a reason to get close to him.

He must have something to do with him, or I will be sorry for the scar on my back!

"Lan Qing!" He Jiao shouted.

Few people call him by his first name directly in school. The students either call him the president or the minister, and even the teacher calls him Classmate Lan.

He Jiao suddenly called his name, Lan Qing paused, and Xin Ting, who was massaging the doctor's shoulders not far from the rescue, also looked over curiously.

"What?" Lan Qing looked back at He Jiao, he was wearing his black T-shirt, sitting on the bed, his trouser legs were still covered with dust.

His T-shirt looked very roomy for the thin He Jiao.

The empty neckline fell down, revealing a little collarbone.

With his fair face, exquisite facial features, and deep eyes, it is undeniable that the mixed race is really beautiful.

His jewel-like eyes looked at him with a trace of longing, as if trying to suck him into the depths of his eyes.

It was like a colorful vortex, although it was bottomless, it was very beautiful, inexplicably made him feel like, even if he would die if he fell into the abyss, but the colorful falling made him feel willing to run into danger.

Lan Qing's legs seemed to be out of control and walked towards He Jiao.

After walking in, He Jiao had to look up even more to see him.

Lan Qing looked down at his messy curly hair condescendingly, and couldn't help reaching out to scratch it.

Wanted to tidy up that curly blond hair for him.

He is touching his head...

The corner of He Jiao's mouth curled into a slight arc, it felt so good to be touched by him on the head, and he wanted to be touched by him for the rest of his life.

"What did you call me for?"

"Ah...I..." He Jiao suddenly forgot, what did he want to say just now?

correct!

"I can't walk...they stepped on my feet a lot, beat me, kicked me, I hurt everywhere now...it hurts...it hurts..."

He Jiao said as he covered his arms and knees at once, anyway, he was in pain everywhere, but he couldn't walk.

Xin Ting and the doctor seemed to have turned into stone statues, and the two of them looked at them motionless.

This picture is inexplicably beautiful.

As soon as the doctor heard what He Jiao said, he immediately said: "Student, if he can't walk, you just carry him back. How much is this? Doesn't your school have access control?"

Xin Ting immediately nodded his head in a mood, and said in a supportive voice, "Yes, that's right, hurry up and take the person back. We still have time and we can call the police later. This kind of thing will definitely be severely punished!"

He Jiao nodded quickly, and consciously separated his legs to wait for him to carry him.

Xin Ting ran over immediately and tore off Lan Qing's backpack, "I'll help you carry it, but you have to carry it yourself, I can't carry it."

Lan Qing always felt a little weird, but everything seemed so logical.

He turned around, and He Jiao wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged his legs and carried him on his back, so that he was carried on his back.

He Jiao hugged him tightly, and put his chin on his shoulder.

He hung completely off his back like an octopus.

"You don't have to stick to me so tightly." Lan Qing felt that even if she let go of her hands now, the guy on her back would not fall off.

He Jiao said: "I'm afraid of falling, I'm covered with scars, if I fall again, I'll die."