Even though he had waited less than a minute, he felt that it was unusually long.

"Burned?" Bai Nuan twisted her eyebrows, looked at the young man in front of her, and stretched out her hand...... Clapped his hand away.

Didn't hold his hand.

The light in the boy's eyes gradually dimmed, it was a lost hope, as if the last glimmer of light in his world had fallen, and he would no longer have color.

This thought was just a beginning, and he noticed that his arm was being pulled, and he lifted his eyes to look at the side, it was his warmth.

Bai Nuan reached out and grabbed his arm, put the person up, and spat him in his heart expressionlessly.

Did she lose her mind just now...... Suddenly, he reached out......

"Nuan Nuan ......" is still such a soft voice, with the unique coldness of a teenager, the hope in Anyang's eyes has recondensed, and the white warmth in front of him clearly coincides with the little girl from a long, long time ago.

"Let's go, I'll help you to the infirmary." How did Bai Nuan know that a person with a fever like that could still think about so many things.

Things are fine.

An Shijing Yang obviously did not have this awareness, but was even more presumptuous, his body was close to his house, and he let himself burn badly.

Getting sick is a trivial matter.

This kind of treatment is rare!

What is it called? This is called beauty in the arms, rounded, that is, in the arms, is the embrace, is the meaning of communication, is the meaning of recognizing him, is the meaning of being together forever.

If the math teacher knew that the rounding he taught was used like this, he would be angry enough to teach physical education.

The girl's slender skeleton supports his weight, which should be very heavy, but his warmth does not change his face, as if he has no weight.

"Warm Warm...... Am I going to be too heavy? Anyang asked her in a low voice, afraid that she would dislike herself, if she was too heavy...... He just exercised, and he couldn't let Nuan Nuan dislike it.

"No, it won't." Bai Nuan replied casually, and when he led people through the long corridor, he took an umbrella and handed it to An Yang, "You play the umbrella, and I will help you." ”

An Yang nodded obediently.

Spread out the umbrella to block the cold rain.

Under the umbrella are him and Nuan Nuan, and his Nuan Nuan is still in his arms.

The corners of Anyang's mouth turned up slightly, and he couldn't hold it down.

The rain was still too heavy, the umbrella was not big enough, and the rain would drip on two people.

An Yang's hand holding the umbrella quietly leaned towards Bai Nuan's side, seeing that his house Nuan Nuan was not wet by the rain, he was very satisfied, as for himself?

It's okay, you can't die.

Bai Nuan carried the sick seedling of Anyang, passed through the deep water, and deliberately gave him the road without water.

It's not that she doesn't like to be clean, it's mainly because this is a sick number that needs to be helped, otherwise it will definitely be more serious by then.

Two of you, you give me an umbrella, and I'll take you to some dry places.

The figure in the rain gradually blurred.

The boys standing at the door of the classroom stopped there, looked at their backs, the mood in their eyes was a little gloomy, and their fingers clenched into fists and slammed against the wall.

The walls were unscathed, but it was a boy, his hands were wounded, and blood was pouring out of his knuckles.

Everything just now, he saw it all.

How could he allow this to happen...... He can't allow it, classmate Bai Nuan, she shouldn't be accompanied, she should only be high up and be his sweetheart!!

Such a crazy man, no one knows what he will do.