A weak attack dog blood essay

He Juan didn't even want to look at Fu Xian, not to mention he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to be so entangled in front of the teacher, so he frowned very uncomfortable: "I'm sorry to bother you."

Fu Xian naturally sensed the indifference in He Juan's tone, and he was inexplicably unhappy, and his tone became cold: "Let's go."

He Juan couldn't notice the change in Fu Xian. He dragged his heavy body out of the classroom step by step. The soles of his feet were soft as if he was stepping on cotton. When he opened the door, the cold wind blew past his bones. The soles of his feet were scorching hot, making him flustered.

Fu Xian, who was sent by the Chinese teacher to help He Juan, let go of his hand after he walked out of the classroom, and stood side by side with He Juan, with an arm's length between them.

When he reached the stairs, Fu Xian went down the stairs without even thinking about it. After walking a few steps, he found that the person who had been walking slowly was gone.

Fu Xian stopped, turned his head to look, and saw the extremely beautiful young man standing on the steps, silently staring at him motionless.

Fu Xian was still inexplicably unhappy because of He Juan's words just now, he frowned before he wanted to ask why the other party didn't come down, and when his eyes touched He Juan's abnormally flushed cheeks, he realized that the other party was sick.

The unhappiness in Fu Xian's heart suddenly disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by worries that he didn't even notice. Fu Xian hurried up the steps and walked to He Juan's side, and said in a calm tone, "Is it hard?"

He Juan was already tired to speak, so he tilted his head and looked at Fu Xian silently.

Fu Xian met He Juan's eyes. The other party was probably very uncomfortable. His eyes were covered with moist light, and his dark pupils just stared at him without blinking. Fu Xian didn't know why, but he could see something in it. It means urging.

The tip of my heart seemed to be scratched by a feather, and it was itchy.Fu Xian's mood improved a lot miraculously. He approached He Juan, half-embracing He Juan's shoulders: "I'll help you down."

After he really half-hugged He Juan, a strange look appeared in Fu Xian's eyes. He Juan's shoulders were as thin as his arms, and Fu Xian even felt that He Juan's shoulder bones under his hand were also thin. It will be broken, I don't know how to grow to such a large size safely.

Fu Xian thought about these things casually in his heart, and heard He Juan let out a soft "hiss", and then He Juan finally said another word, with a bit of grievance: "It hurts a little."

Because the two were so close, the voice seemed to be spoken in Fu Xian's ear. Half of Fu Xian's face was a little numb. He held his breath and was at a loss. Unintentionally exerting strength, which hurt He Juan, he apologized: "I'm sorry, I'll take it easy."

After finishing speaking, he felt that this sentence was a bit strange, and he couldn't explain why it was so strange, so he could only carefully and half-protect He Juan down the stairs, heading towards the infirmary.

When he reached the infirmary, Fu Xian heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that there was a chill on his back, and he was actually breaking out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't help looking at He Juan, who ignored him as soon as he arrived in the infirmary, and went in by himself, as if Fu Xian was just a tool.

Fu Xian was a little annoyed, he was lucky, and told himself in his heart, don't care about people who have a fever to the point of unconsciousness, so he followed into the infirmary.

After entering the infirmary, the doctor took out a thermometer soaked in alcohol from the small tin box and handed it to He Juan: "Take your temperature first."

He Juan was wearing a neat school uniform, but when he heard the doctor's words, he drooped his eyelashes obediently, took off his clothes slowly, took the thermometer from the doctor's hand, and then heard an angry voice ringing in his ears: "Who did it? "?He Juan silently looked at Fu Xian, expressing his incomprehension.

Fu Xian's long and narrow eyes were filled with ice-cold anger, and he who was always cold and indifferent now had a hint of reluctance: "The injury on your hand, what's going on?"

After He Juan took off his coat, the large bruises on his white arms could no longer be covered, and they were exposed to the eyes of the doctor and Fu Xian.

Because He Juan's skin was exceptionally white, the marks were even more frightening, as if he had suffered severe violence.

Naturally, this kind of injury couldn't be caused by himself, that's why Fu Xian was so angry. He even thought that there are always a few people in the class who are particularly targeting He Juan. Could it be those people who did it?

If it's them...

Fu Xian didn't realize that he was already thinking about why he tired of revenge, and he would never care about such things in the past.

He Juan reacted for a while, and then remembered what the so-called "injury" they said was in the two pairs of angry eyes.

He Juan glanced at Fu Xian and asked strangely, "Didn't you cause this?"

Fu Xian was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, the doctor sitting on the chair looked over. Facing the gaze of the other party who seemed to regard him as a school bully, Fu Xian felt depressed and wronged in his heart. Tired, Fu Xian didn't dare to face him with anger: "How could I do such a thing?"

While putting on the thermometer, He Juan reminded the person in front of him who seemed to have forgotten everything after sleeping: "I carried you to the clinic yesterday, you are too heavy."

Fu Xian was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized the meaning behind this sentence, and then thought about what happened last night.

He originally wondered how the other party's body could carry him to a clinic not far away, but he never thought that the other party would become like this because of this...

Fu Xian felt that those bruises had never been so glaring, and he also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

So the little bit of anger that he had originally dissipated, he pursed his lips, and said after a while: "Why are you so..."

squeamish.

The last two words disappeared between his lips and teeth, and he didn't say it. He felt that if He Juan heard it, he might be angry.

The other party is still sick, forget it.

The author says:

Ah Juan can't listen to this