When he arrived in the cafeteria, he found a corner and sat down, and Tang Qing put the things in his hand on the table.

At this time, Qinghui also noticed that his annoying hair was unkempt and unkempt, affecting his vision.

Finally, he raised his hand and ripped the hair band off.

Leaning on Tang Qing's side, he held the hair ring in his mouth, and his white soft fingers smoothed out his unkempt hair little by little.

Tang Qing sat up straight, letting Qinghui lean over like this, his long eyelashes drooped, watching the little girl's movements.

From his angle, he could see Qinghui's jet-black hair falling around his white neck.

The curvature of the neck is quite graceful and slender, the skin is white, and the thin circle carries an indescribable sense of fragility.

The side face is delicate and beautiful, the original small face is a little round, fleshy, from here it seems to be a little cute and soft and glutinous, with a little boredom and irritable mood, little by little to tighten his hair.

The thick eyelashes were slightly curled, stained with some of the crystals left over from her yawning just now, and she focused on her hair, looking quite well-behaved, and tied her hair well.

Then the little body fell on him, and lazily stretched out his little paws to reach the lunch box.

Tang Qing raised his hand amusedly and tossed the little tugle behind Qinghui's head, then pushed the lunch box to her hand, and after watching her touch it, he dragged it to him, and then straightened up slightly.

The breakfast was xiao long bao and egg soup that he sold from outside, and there were a few fried glutinous rice cookies in the bag next to him, which looked quite tempting with gold.

But Qinghui, who firmly felt that he didn't catch a cold and was sick, just took a few bites of everything with little interest, and then like a small animal that had only been wronged, his small body was buried in Tang Qing's arms.

Obviously uncomfortable.

Indeed, usually the little girl is quite enthusiastic about eating, but now she doesn't want to move after a few bites, and just wants to bury herself in someone else's arms, although she still likes the fried cookies, and she can't eat it and she doesn't let go of the bag.

But the problem is a bit serious.

Just ask, is there any more serious problem than Qinghui actually not eating well?

No.

Reluctantly coaxed and ate a few more bites, Tang Qing really knew for the first time that he had so much patience, and finally annoyed the rather impatient little girl and buried him straight in his arms.

The little hand grabbed the handle of the fried cookie and didn't let go, and the little head stuck into his arms.

"And this one for you to take back? I'll send you back to the dorm? ”

Tang Qing asked in a low voice.

Feeling buried in her arms, the little girl who looked coquettish nodded.

Tang Qing looked at this little girl and felt that his heart was soft, and he packed up his things.

Qinghui, who looks like she is coquettish: It's still warm here.

Finally, the little girl who was dizzy and buried in his arms and didn't want to care about anything was sent back to the dormitory.

Tang Qing looked up the cold medicine on his mobile phone that the little girl might be more acceptable, and walked towards his classroom.

***

In Qinghui's dormitory, there was no class in the first class, and he got up early, and several people shrank back into the bed to sleep.

Qinghui even buried himself completely inside the quilt, trying to block out all the sounds outside.

Light coffee: ...... To be honest, I'm a little worried that my family's Spirit Sword Lord will suffocate himself.

Then Qinghui's mobile phone next to the pillow jingled and rang.

It's a bit of a blast to ring in my ears all of a sudden.