Jiang Lingzhi sensed that something was wrong: "Are you still sleeping?" Why is your voice so hoarse? ”

Li Shunan seemed to be still asleep and didn't wake up much: "Well, my throat hurts a little." ”

Jiang Lingzhi couldn't sit still: "Is it a cold?" ”

Recently, the season has changed, and the temperature difference between day and night is large, which is the peak season of influenza.

"It's a small thing."

His tone was so indifferent that he didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

Jiang Lingzhi's tone was also unconsciously a little dissatisfied: "Aren't you going to go to the hospital to have a look?" ”

Li Shunan chuckled, and his voice was hoarse: "A little cold, you don't need to go to the hospital." ”

"Then at home, can you be okay yourself?" Jiang Lingzhi walked directly outside the classroom, and his tone was a little serious: "You stay still, I'll come to you now." ”

Li Shunan was silent for a moment, with a faint smile in his voice, and said slowly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come to me." ”

Take the bus to the old town.

After Jiang Lingzhi got out of the car, he went directly to his house.

The door was opened with a key.

The living room was the same mess as she had left yesterday, and before she could tidy it up, beer cans fell to the floor.

The smell of wine wafts through the living room.

Jiang Lingzhi pushed open the door and walked into Li Shunan's bedroom.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, the lights were not turned on, and the light was a little dim.

Jiang Lingzhi walked over and called his name lightly: "Assyria? ”

The person on the bed didn't move at all.

Jiang Lingzhi bent down, propped his hands on the bed, and leaned over to take a look.

The back of his hand rested on his forehead, his eyes were lightly closed, his eyelashes were drooping, as if he had fallen asleep again, his phone resting on the side of his pillow, and his cheeks flushed with an unnatural red.

It doesn't seem right.

Jiang Lingzhi stretched out his little hand and probed his forehead temperature.

The temperature is scary.

Jiang Lingzhi patted his cheek lightly: "Ashu, Li Shunan." ”

Li Shunan's good-looking eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his consciousness was a little blurred, his throat was a little sore, and his lips were also very dry.

The girl's soft cry came from my ears, close to my ears.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Last night, she had been calling him in such a soft voice.

With the sound of crying, it tormented him for a night.

"Do you want water?" Jiang Lingzhi asked him softly.

Li Shunan's peach eyes closed slightly, the Adam's apple rolled slowly, raised his hand, clasped her wrist, and pulled the person over with the force of his palm.

Jiang Ling fell to him unexpectedly, her wrist was pressed on his chest, and she couldn't move at all.

Raising his eyes, his gaze met the line of his Adam's apple, which was close at hand.

Jiang Lingzhi subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the next second, the movement stopped again: "You are sick, let's go to the hospital." ”

Li Shunan's scorching breath came down, very close to her, and shrouded her in front of her.

He got closer and closer, his breath hitting behind her ear little by little.

It's shallow, it's scorching, but it's hard to ignore.

Glide slowly, with a slight current.

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes and met his eyes.

Even have forgotten about the current situation.

"How long will you torture me?" His voice was a little hoarse, mixed with a slight nasal voice, and it was inexplicably low.

The girl was wearing a school uniform, and her neckline was slightly pulled down, revealing half of her shoulders and a touch of delicate collarbones.

Her skin was too white, and the red marks were even more obvious.

Li Shunan's eyes were obviously a little darker.

Raise your hand and rub your fingertips gently on her collarbone. Caress.