Qi Jinying squatted at the top of the stairs, she really couldn't walk, her spirit was in a trance, her head was hot and heavy...

I don't know how long I slept, but a pair of hands gently patted her on the shoulder.

In the confusion, she opened her eyes and looked at the haggard and handsome young man.

An Qiuji was originally unable to use his strength due to the strength of the hypnotic drugs.

When he saw through the window the prayer that had been sitting on the steps of the doorway, he immediately stood up.

The slender legs were almost weak, and they staggered on the stool and ran out.

Taking off his coat, An Qiuji realized that although there was a sun, and the sun was very strong.

But last night's rain had caught it all off guard, and his delicate brows were overflowing with worry.

As if there were tears in the corners of his eyes, Qi Jinying opened his eyes hard.

Seeing that it was An Qiuji in front of her, she frowned, plucked up the courage to look at each other...

The worry and tenderness in An Qiuji's eyes were like a gentle cloud.

I didn't dare to disturb and was cautious, but it made her feel at ease, so relieved that she thought that the little leader was by her side...

"I... We don't...", as if asking.

She trembled slightly, and her voice was small and glutinous.

An Qiuji stretched out his hand to grab her, wanting to comfort her as a friend, but unexpectedly she curled up in her arms and cried like a child.

"Well, we... No. ”

An Qiuji patted her shoulder again and again.

For some reason, in addition to distress in the light brown eyes, there was also a point of ...... Lose.

Her chest was cold, and her shirt, wet with tears, was pressed against her chest.

An Qiuji raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, gently.

The flaxen hair that hung down slightly blended with the hair in her ears.

Even An Qiuji really wanted to snuggle up to her like this.

However, An Qiuji realized something, reached out and stroked Qi Jinji's forehead, and there was some panic in her eyes, she had a fever...

It's so hot...

An Qiuji hurriedly helped her up, and the girl's body, which was not strong, made him particularly worried.

With a hook of his long arm, he picked her up by the waist and walked to the infirmary in a hurry.

Placed on the hospital bed, An Qiuji immediately opened the cupboard.

The slender hand flicked the needles over and over again, and finally picked a thin needle, for fear of hurting her.

Hanging a bottle of drip, An Qiuji raised her hand lightly, seeing that she was already burned unconscious, but still whispered "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

His injection technique has always been very good, and after the drip was hung up, An Qiuji leaned over and poured some water into the pot.

He probed with his lips, for fear of being hot or icy.

He wasn't reassured until he was a little warmer, and then lifted her up.

"Drink some water," An Qiuji's voice was soft as if he was about to fall asleep, "Be careful..."

Qi Jinying frowned, she shook her head not very clearly, tried a few times before putting her lips on the edge of the cup, and slowly took two sips.

Just as she was being helped to lie down by him, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Before An Qiuji could react, he was pushed away from the outside.

An Yimeng was still dressed yesterday, probably because he knew that his brother didn't go back all night and stayed awake all night, and then heard about it again......

Her two braids were originally tied symmetrically, but now they are up and down, and her face is really not good-looking.

Seeing this scene, she was even more angry.

Throwing the lunch box on the table with a bang, An Yimeng faced An Qiuji with such a posture for the first time.

It was a face that had always been joking and playful, but it was so serious.

"Brother..." she paused, didn't know what to say, and went straight to the point.

"Do you know what you did?"

An Qiuji gently covered the lid of the cup, lowered his head and brought the quilt to Qi Jinying, without words.

"You know Sister Qi... Isn't that tantamount to breaking them apart if you do so!"

Although she really wants An Qiuji to have his own happiness, and her brother has reached the age.

More than anyone else, she wants her brother to fall in love, get married, and be a father.

But if it was the kind of thing she had heard, she would rather not accept it.

An Qiuji lowered his eyes, but still didn't make a sound.

He was afraid that Qi Jin Ying would be sad, and he was afraid that he would disappoint Yimeng by opening his mouth.

"You speak!" An Yimeng rushed over and asked.

"You said that Brother Fan is our benefactor, your friend's!"

Qi Jinying didn't know where the strength came from, she supported her body, and An Qiuji hurriedly supported her.

"Yimeng... It has nothing to do with your brother..."

The haggard voice, she really couldn't hold it, otherwise she wanted to explain it to An Yimeng.

An Yimeng wanted to say something, An Qiuji approached, gently helped her remove the two braids, and put the rubber band in her palm.

"Believe the rumors, and I don't believe my brother anymore?"

An Qiuji's gentle tone was calm, and there was a trace of sadness.

An Yimeng couldn't answer.

In fact, she really wished that her brother and Sister Qi were together.

Sister Qi is a beautiful and unique person she has ever seen, but she has a famous flower, how can she let someone pick it.

Knowing that she was impulsive, she ignored the lunch box and rushed back to the classroom.

"What's wrong, sullen?"

Ling Ce was still brushing up on the question, and he turned his head to look at An Yimeng, who was puffing up.

"You said, Sister Qi has someone she likes, is my brother tantamount to breaking them up?"

Ling Ce is also a boy with higher education.

His eyes rolled, but he was actually very understanding.

"Why don't you talk to your brother, instead... Huh?"

"Hey," An Yimeng took out his textbook angrily, "I'm also on the side of justice." ”

Ling Ce smiled lightly, "But justice also needs to know that your brother didn't do anything wrong." ”

"Hmm, what do you mean by that?"

"Love is more than Jin Jian is not afraid of being torn apart, but...

Feelings that are easy to be dismantled do not need to be dismantled, and they will be dissolved. ”

......

Qi Jinying felt that his head was not so heavy, and turned his head to see An Qiuji reading a book with his head propped up.

However, he didn't seem to be in good spirits, just cheered up.

An Qiuji's slender legs were stacked beautifully, and the sunlight pouring in revealed his long figure.

His hands were folded on the book, under his long and dense eyelashes, his brown eyes were slightly open and he was reading seriously, and his neckline was open to vaguely see his firm and handsome chest...

"Ann... Autumn trail—" she murmured, so soft, like a feather.

But he was still captured.

"Hmm," he said, closing the book and taking a pillow and placing it behind her.

As she leaned back on the pillow, he asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

He blushed a little.

It's just because she didn't call him Teacher An or Dr. An as usual.

Instead, he called An Qiuji, his name.

"I'm sorry. She whispered.

An Qiuji pursed his lips, and he rolled down the pages of the book uneasily.

"It's me who should apologize. "If I had known about that glass of wine earlier..."

Qi Jinying saw An Qiuji's face blaming herself, and her hand unconsciously stroked his hair...

"Thank you, An An. ”