Fan Jiuyan walked past her provocatively, and he didn't want to cover it.

It doesn't matter, just watch it.

Bypassing her, Fan Jiuyan lay on the bed, her wet hair drooping.

Since "finishing the math problem", he has been in this slightly tired state, and he has no words after muffling the muffled "let me rest for a while".

"......" Qi Jinying sat silently on the other side of the bed.

Feeling that the bed was sinking, Fan Jiuyan hooked the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes gently.

With his back to him, Qi Jinying looked at Fan Jiuyan's back.

It was when I carried her on my back before that I felt wide and thick, and just looking at it like this, I looked thin.

After a while, there was a slight sound of breathing in his ears, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, and Qi Jinying quietly sat down there.

The slightly curved spine and the white shirt worn on the body without drying off the water outline the flexible waist, but the buttons are not carefully buttoned, revealing the white collarbone.

On a handsome face, the only thing that is incongruous is the frowning eyebrows.

Qi Jinying walked to the bedside table and quietly squatted in the nearest position to him, secretly taking a look.

Little Chief, I'm having nightmares again...

Stretching out his hand and gently flattening the bulging eyebrows, such a sleeping face is a little soft and unexpectedly good-looking.

Her lips were a little pale, and Qi Jin Ying didn't ask him if he was busy with the human student's course tasks, she expected him to be honest, so she would wait for Fan Jiuyan to tell him personally.

His eyes followed the arc of his body, and Qi Jinying frowned.

The exposed chest, when I got closer and took a closer look, I found that there were so many light and shallow scars, and time had frozen this shocking.

She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she couldn't bear to disturb him, and held her chin, praying that it was the first time that Jin Ying looked at the little leader so seriously and closely.

I remember the first time we met, I was still wearing a black shirt, with a cold face, and completely ignored her, if it wasn't for an egg tart...

Qi Jinying wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh, through the scars of the white shirt, faintly, pink, like cherry blossoms...

It hurt her heart.

I still can't get close to you. She thought quietly to herself.

The girls of S Academy, but as soon as they were injured, they were going to be bandaged, and the iodine wine gauze was immediately served, and they did not slack off at all.

And the boys, although they will be injured when playing basketball, they have girlfriends who feel sorry for them, and they are also serving with bone-setting medicine and spray plasters.

However, you are not allowed to get hurt next time, Qi Jin pursed his lips and stared at the big boy on the bed.

Just as he was about to pull the quilt, Qi Jinying saw that there was a deeper gunshot wound on his leg, and the muscles and bones penetrated directly, leaving a... Hole.

"......," she gasped.

Is there anyone who has dealt such a cruel hand to him, this bullet.

If it's not very close, how can it penetrate the bones directly, penetrate the flesh and blood...

He's in pain.

Her trembling fingers gently stroked his legs.

The hole, thicker than her fingers, pierced directly through the rustic silk scarf.

He was wearing dark pants all the time, and only this time, with his slender legs exposed, was the gunshot wound in full view...

This old wound must have followed him for five or six years.

Qi Jinying, who often practices spears and swords with his master, can be seen at a glance.

Little Chief, his power of remodeling, all these years, has not been cured...

"Touching my leg again..."

The muffled voice is extremely nice and exudes laziness.

He rolled over and pressed his leg with the gunshot wound underneath so she couldn't see it.

"Does it hurt?"

The dim indoor light happened to see the worry that Qi Jinying couldn't hide.

I don't see how much she cares.

Fan Jiuyan rubbed his eyes and looked at her in confusion.

"I don't remember exactly," he paused, "but I took out the bullets from my gun." ”

"You shot yourself?" Qi Jinying leaned over, she was a little serious.

Because I care, I am serious.

"Ten years ago, my memory was intermittent, including Zhu Chaoran, I learned from him, and he couldn't remember..."

"And—" He swallowed the killing scene between himself and Yi and didn't say anything.

"Ah, ten years ago, a lot of things must have been forgotten. Fan Jiuyan comforted himself and put his hand on his forehead.

Qi Jinying thought for a moment, not to mention, ten years later, the memories in her mind were also intermittent...

Time,It's really a lot to change.,Forgetting seems to be a natural habitual action.,Who wouldn't forget something...

That's why there are so many "amnesia" and "new and old" guys.

But she wanted to know his memory, to know why someone had hurt him like that.

Ten years ago, he was just a child, maybe ten years old, right?

How did he bear such a hard injury on his tiny leg.

Qi Jinying touched his head, in fact, her personality is indeed very similar to Fan Jiuyan.

The same cold, decisive, like to find the essence through the surface, not noisy, not impetuous.

However, there will also be fears.

Fear of pain.

Gently stroking his face, he also rubbed slightly, like a little hamster, but still wet.

"Sleep. Qi Jinying stroked his neck, some ice, soaked in the wet ends of his hair.

Taking a towel and padding it to his neck, Qi Jinying smiled.

It seems that taking care of this little leader makes me feel happy and satisfied, but being protected by him has become a habit.

I don't know how long I watched it, Qi Jinying's jaw was cushioned in the palm of his hand, and slowly his eyelids sank...

Slowly, the light weakened, and in the dark night, even the stars could not light up with their eyes open.

Woken up by his own stomach, Qi Jinying found that it was already dark outside the window.

The little leader is still sleeping.

Qi Jinying carefully got up from the bed and accidentally touched his body.

It's hot... A flash of doubt flashed through her mind.

The hand touched his forehead, and it was unexpectedly hot, causing her to withdraw her hand immediately.

Do you have a fever?...

Qi Jinying leaned over, brushed away the inky blue hair, and touched his forehead with his forehead, it was indeed very hot.

The wings of his nose sprayed with hot breath, and his inky blue eyes opened a slit, and through the gap he was confused.

"Qi'er, I miss you..."

"You have a fever. Qi Jinying frowned, and put his outstretched hand back into the quilt.

Fan Jiuyan took his hand out again.

"Hot..."

"You get up and drink saliva, I'll get you some medicine, and buy some food by the way. ”

Qi Jinying took the thermos pot, poured a glass of warm water, and helped him up.

Fan Jiuyan pursed his lips tightly and sipped into a slit, indicating that he refused to drink water.

"Open your mouth. Ahh

Shake one’s head.

"Hurry up!" said Qi Jinying, holding the cup to his chin.

"It's so fierce...", said aggrievedly.

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