Delay first love

On the fourth day, the trauma on Zhong Ye's unbroken leg had healed. Even though he was still unable to stand firmly, he could sit in a wheelchair by himself, but he still didn't want to leave the room.

He begged Yao Yan several times to ask his father to come and pick him up, but Yao Yan asked him to raise him again.

Zhong Ye felt extremely desperate.

It was Lu Jincheng who made him even more angry. Since the last time he stepped on a minefield and made Lu Jincheng throw his cup in anger, he hadn't met Lu Jincheng for two whole days. Lu Yue said that Lu Jincheng stayed at school for lunch at noon , but who knows what the reason is, Zhong Ye feels that he has nowhere to hide in this house.

At night, Zhong Ye anxiously held the tablet computer, ready to apologize on the pretext of returning the things, but he didn't hear the news of Lu Jincheng's return for a long time. He almost dozed off after waiting, and asked Yao Yan again. Already went upstairs.

Zhong Ye felt very wronged, he just said something wrong and didn't mean anything malicious, why did Lu Jincheng lose his temper so much.

There are no games or video software on Lu Jincheng's tablet. It is as simple and clean as a children's learning machine. Zhong Ye doesn't dare to mess with other apps. He doesn't know what to do with it. It's very boring, just like Lu Jincheng himself.

Zhong Ye angrily punched Lu Jincheng's notes.

Zhong Jiaming came over to deliver a change of clothes, and also sent Zhong Ye a few comics, "It was sent to you by your friend who learns painting, just to pass the time for you."

Zhong Ye jumped up immediately, and was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Yao Yan, who put the comic book on the table, with an unhappy expression on his face: "You still have contact with those group of people who learn painting? Didn't you promise your mother?" Don't you want to play with them?"

"I didn't draw with them anymore, I just occasionally chatted with them on the Internet, and then there was a new comic, I asked them to help me buy a copy."

"Zhong Ye, you are already a sophomore in high school!"

As soon as Zhong Ye heard Yao Yan's scream, he felt a headache. He subconsciously apologized and said, "I know, I know, I won't contact them in the future."

"Have you done your homework? Have you read the notes I have given you?" Yao Yan put the comics on a side cabinet.

Zhong Ye lay down with her back to the door, Yao Yan wanted to educate him at first, but after all, she was at her employer's house, so she could only suppress the fire and growled, "Just play, you will waste your life sooner or later! "

Zhong Ye thought to himself: This is better.

When Lu Jincheng went home and passed by Zhong Ye's room, he happened to overhear this quarrel.

In the silence of the night, Zhong Ye couldn't fall asleep for a long time, he was a little out of breath, he felt that if he stayed in this house for one more day, he would die young.

Zhong Jiaming didn't care about him, he had a broken bone, his father just seized the opportunity to live in the mahjong parlor every day, Yao Yan took too much care of him, and made him suffocate.

Zhong Ye was going crazy.

He saw the comics on the cabinet, the moonlight shone on the cover, and there seemed to be fluorescent lights, Zhong Ye's heart was instantly filled with joy, he got out of bed, grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, and lifted himself up with great effort, then turned the wheels, moved Going to the side of the cabinet, Yao Yan put the manga on the top layer. Normally, Zhong Ye could easily get it, but now he can't even stand up.

He stretched out his hand, still some distance away.

There are no sticks or anything like that.

He had to grab the edge of the cabinet on the second floor and use one leg to support his whole body, but he overestimated his recovery and overestimated the unbroken leg. He stretched his arm and just grabbed the manga At the corner of the book, I felt a twitch in the left leg clamped by the splint. The pain was worse than a cramp. The pain made him fall backwards. Zhong Ye wanted to fall on the wheelchair, but the wheelchair had no fixed position, and he pushed it away After the world spun, Zhong Ye fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhong Ye didn't care about the pain, the first thing he thought of was not to wake up the family upstairs.

It's best not to wake Yao Yan up.

Just as he was dazed, the door was opened.

Zhong Ye thought it was Yao Yan, and muttered "Mom, I didn't mean to", but when he looked up again, he found that it was Lu Jincheng.

Wearing dark blue pajamas, Lu Jincheng looked down at Zhong Ye condescendingly. The two looked at each other. After half a minute of silence, Lu Jincheng finally spoke: "Shall I help you up first?"

"Thank you." Zhong Ye chose not to be brave.

Lu Jincheng turned on the overhead light and came over. Zhong Ye wanted to reach out and grab Lu Jincheng's arm to borrow his strength, but Lu Jincheng leaned over without saying a word, wrapped his arms around Zhong Ye's waist with one hand, and picked up Zhong Ye's leg with the other. He hugged him horizontally.

"you--"

Zhong Ye hung in the air for an instant, too frightened to speak.

Lu Jincheng carried him to the bed, put him down gently, and then turned around to pick up the comic book on the floor. Just as Zhong Ye was about to reach out to pick it up, Lu Jincheng took out two facial tissues and wiped both sides of the comic book.

Zhong Ye subconsciously looked at himself, thinking in his heart whether he should also be rubbed.

Lu Jincheng handed over the book, Zhong Ye took it with both hands, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Did you get hurt?" Lu Jincheng asked.

Zhong Ye shook his head.

"Are you sure there is no problem?"

Zhong Ye said no, then raised his head, looked into Lu Jincheng's eyes, summoned up his courage and said, "I'm sorry a few days ago, I was about to say something wrong, please don't take it to heart, I have absolutely no malice. "

Lu Jincheng let out a "hmm".

Zhong Ye didn't understand what the "um" meant, so he hesitated and said, "You are already very good."

He scratched his head and smiled shyly, "Really, I think people who can learn are very good, unlike when I was scolded by the teacher as a lump since I was a child."

"Don't you know how to draw?"

Zhong Ye was slightly startled, "How do you know?"

"I saw the picture you drew for Xiaoxi. It's pretty good. Are you an art student?"

"No," Zhong Ye lowered his head shyly, "I haven't studied it before."

"You're quite talented."

Although Lu Jincheng spoke very sincerely, but because he was too tall and his tone was too cold, when he looked down at Zhong Ye from a high position, he always felt sympathetic to charity, so Zhong Ye automatically filtered these six words into ordinary polite words.

"So you're not angry anymore?" Zhong Ye asked cautiously.

"Not angry."

"That's good. I heard what Aunt Wang said about you. I think that no matter what, you are already great, and you can see that your notes are very organized—"

As soon as Zhong Ye finished speaking, Lu Jincheng suddenly interrupted him: "What did Aunt Wang say? How did she know? What does she know?"

Zhong Ye hesitated, only then realized that he had said something wrong again, why are there so many minefields for Lu Jincheng?

He didn't even dare to look at Lu Jincheng, and swallowed his saliva before raising his head bravely. Sure enough, Lu Jincheng's complexion instantly changed, his breathing became heavy, and his brows frowned. From the bed, to the bedside table, to the side shelf, and to the wardrobe.

Alpha's pheromones went from oppressive to violent.

Zhong Ye had a premonition of what he was going to do.

【The furniture in his room has been replaced twice】

Seeing that the veins on Lu Jincheng's hands were bulging, and he was about to reach out to the calendar on the side shelf, Zhong Ye's heartbeat stopped, and then he rushed forward and hugged Lu Jincheng's waist, "Don't smash it! It's midnight, don't make a noise other people!"

The waist was tightly bound, Zhong Ye's body temperature was not high, but his body was soft, his hands grabbed Lu Jincheng's pajamas at the back waist, his knuckles were very hard, and pressed against Lu Jincheng's skin through the fabric, because of his nervousness, There was also an unconscious humming in his throat, like a cub.

The whole body seemed to be wrapped in a warm blanket.

The blanket was getting tighter and warmer.

Soon, the clamoring nerves were calmed down in an instant, and he became extra docile.

Lu Jincheng was panting, he thought he had gone crazy, but when his vision gradually cleared up, he realized that his fingertips were still half a meter away from the calendar.

This time there was no mess.

Zhong Ye looked up at Lu Jincheng, with panic in his eyes, he stammered, "Don't, don't smash things."

"Or, or you can punch me twice."

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Hey, I'm a little short today, I'll make up for it tomorrow!