It was raining heavily today, and the weather was very gloomy, and the dark clouds were pressing down, making people feel a little stuffy.

The wind is also very strong, and when it blows through the pipes that flow down from the roof, it makes a sound similar to that of a ghost's howl, which is particularly uncomfortable to listen to.

An Yang sat on the chair, unprecedentedly without Bai Nuan, and he was lying on the table, still with soft hair, wearing a white long sleeve, black trousers, his head resting on his arms, and he didn't say a word.

Bai Nuan lowered his head to write his homework, but he didn't notice his abnormality, until the homework was almost written, and he saw An Yang, who had not changed his posture.

His body seemed to feel a little tense.

Isn't that wonderful.

Bai Nuan poked his arm with a pen.

One time......

There was no movement.

Double-click......

There was no movement.

Three times ...... It's still like this.

Bai Nuan didn't poke it, and reached out directly to break him, that's right, it was the kind of arm that held his head with his left hand and wanted to hold his face with one hand.

But as soon as her hand touched An Yang's face, An Yang raised her head.

A pair of eyes mixed with a bit of water, with a confused look in his eyes, like a child who can't find the way and is a little confused for a while.

"Nuan Nuan ......" An Yang shouted, his voice was hoarse, and without that clear voice, his brows furrowed slightly.

Is there something wrong?

Bai Nuan's hands froze, and now he was thinking about how to take it back as if nothing happened.

Wouldn't it be too deliberate to take it back now? And again, he has bugs on his face?

"Warm Warm...... Dizzy. The young man's voice softened, the corners of his eyes were dyed a little dry red, and his face was pressed against the hand that had not yet been withdrawn, and his eyes were soaked in water, and his jade-like cheeks were dyed crimson.

Bai Nuan froze and didn't dare to move.

Soft, squishy ......

"Warm Warm...... I seem to be sick. He looked at her with such irresistible eyes, with such an irresistible look, and he was fully attached and dependent.

Bai Nuan calmly let go of the hand that had just pulled his arm, and shifted it to An Yang's face.

A cool hand covered his forehead.

Compared with his hot forehead, Bai Nuan's hands were very cold, and they were very comfortable to touch, so he couldn't help but squint slightly.

It's like the lazy posture of the cat at home when it is massaged.

Before he could feel it, Bai Nuan took his hand back.

Both of them were withdrawn, and Anyang almost smashed his little head on the table because he didn't lean on.

Anyang: "......" patients can't let his warmth soften a little.

"Fever, go to the infirmary." Bai Nuan said, he didn't mean to get up and take him away.

An Yang sat on the seat, staring at her with bright eyes, waiting for her to speak: I'll take you over.

And then???

"Nuan Nuan ......" An Yang called her, a little resentful, and when she turned her head, she was very aggrieved, "I burned badly, my legs were weak, and I couldn't walk......"

Like a spoiled child.

Bai Nuan nodded expressionlessly, indicating that he understood.

"Okay."

Thought she would help her to the infirmary?

Oh, naïve.

Bai Nuan turned around and knocked on the desk of the classmate behind him, it was a boy with thick glasses, who was doing his homework, and was startled by Bai Nuan's knock, and raised his head to look at her, with a little panic in his eyes.

"Bai, Bai Nuan...... Yes, is there anything going on? "The boy doesn't speak very well, and he doesn't know how to get it.