Gu Zhun's gaze moved from Liu Qinghe's face to the wheelchair in her hand, "Electric wheelchair?" ”

"Hmm!"

Liu Qinghe put the wheelchair aside, walked to the window and opened the curtains, when the sunlight shone in, she and Gu Zhun squinted almost at the same time to avoid being directly exposed to the sun.

A few seconds later, Liu Qinghe walked back to the bed, bent down to pull the quilt off Gu Zhun's body, and said, "I just tried it, it's very good!" It's easy to go wherever you want to go in the future. ”

Liu Qinghe prepared the clothes to wear today last night.

It's December, and it's already cold, so she prepares a shirt and sweater and a jacket on the top, and autumn pants and slacks on the bottom.

Gu Zhun who saw the autumn pants: "...... What is it? ”

Liu Qinghe, who tucked the autumn pants into the quilt and warmed them first, pulled out a trouser leg of the autumn pants, "Autumn pants, didn't you wear them before?" ”

“…… No. ”

He looked at the gray autumn pants, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "It's not time to wear autumn pants yet." ”

The implication is that there is no need to wear it.

Liu Qinghe felt the temperature inside the autumn pants, and it was no longer so cold before he smiled and said, "Your legs can't get cold, so you have to wear them." ”

After saying that, he directly bent down and carefully lifted Gu Zhun's foot, and put the autumn pants on him.

Gu Zhun looked at Liu Qinghe, who was moving very gently, and was silent for a moment, but he didn't protest again.

Forget it, anyway, wear it inside, just wear it.

After a few months of getting along, Gu Zhun was already able to let Liu Qinghe put on his pants without changing his face.

But today, I don't know why, when my arm wrapped around Liu Qinghe's shoulder, and when I used her to support my upper body, this intimate contact seemed to have changed its taste.

The wisps of mint fragrance began to drill into his nose again, Gu Zhun was not very comfortable diverting his gaze, and only when the slacks were also put on did he raise his hand to cover his nose.

The mint aroma is stronger.

Gu Zhun put down his hand silently and took the clothes away from Liu Qinghe's hand, "I'll do the clothes myself." ”

Liu Qinghe didn't insist, and stepped back with a smile, "Then you can come by yourself." ”

"Hmm."

Gu Zhun put on his body with clothes that he had never worn before, and when he looked up, he saw that she had an extra lollipop in her hand.

Liu Qinghe, who was holding a lollipop, bent down to help Gu Zhun and said vaguely: "I agreed to Jiang Xunfei's birthday queue invitation last night. ”

Gu Zhun's palm, who was holding Liu Qinghe's strength, tightened unconsciously, but the words he said couldn't be heard at all, "You can go if you want, you don't need to tell me." ”

Liu Qinghe hugged Gu Zhun and let him sit in the wheelchair, and said, "You go with me, I will definitely tell you." ”

"I'm not going."

Liu Qinghe bent down and kept his eyes level with Gu Zhun, took out a lollipop, and said, "It's your birthday party, and you, the protagonist, are not present, like words?" ”

The air poured into his nose with the sweet smell of mango, and Gu Zhun, who had not liked sweetness since he was a child, turned his head sideways and pulled away.

said helplessly: "It's Jiang Xunfei's birthday party, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Liu Qinghe stuffed the lollipop back into his mouth again, pushed Gu Zhun to go to the bathroom to wash, and said vaguely: "But he has your birthday." ”

"And everyone knows that it's Gu Zhun's birthday party, you are Gu Zhun, isn't that yours?"

Gu Zhun shook his head and didn't speak again.

Both of them knew very well that in the eyes of others, Jiang Xunfei was Gu Zhun.

Liu Qinghe filled Gu Zhun with mouthwash, squeezed the toothpaste and handed him the toothbrush, leaned on the washstand in front of him, and said with a smile: "Then I can only forcibly take you over while you are asleep." ”