The next afternoon, Chen Qingtian didn't have classes and went to the lab early.

Han Jinglun was not there, and in the corridor outside the laboratory, there were a large pile of unopened cardboard boxes.

The little brother who delivered the courier saw Chen Qingtian coming from a distance, so he hurriedly greeted Chen Qingtian: "Classmate, this is the equipment ordered by your laboratory, please find someone to move in by yourself, I am really embarrassed to have something urgent at this time." ”

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Chen Qingtian nodded: "Okay." ”

"Thank you." The little brother gratefully bent over her and ran quickly.

Chen Qingtian glanced at the cardboard boxes piled up in half of the corridor, silently put down his schoolbag, picked up the box and walked towards the back door of the laboratory.

The weight of the experimental equipment was not light, and after a while, beads of sweat oozed from her eyebrows, and her coat was also wet.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then took off her coat and put it on the handrail of the hallway.

Then we started moving the boxes.

When she moved to the last one, because the box was a little large, she walked carefully through the back door sideways, and rubbed her arm against a bulge in the door frame.

It was only when she gently placed the box on the ground that she breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I was about to get up, I felt as if I was being shrouded in a shadow.

A slightly cool hand grabbed her wrist.

Chen Qingtian raised his head and was caught off guard by Han Jinglun, who was angry.

Han Jinglun pulled her out of the laboratory, pushed open the door of the lounge next to the laboratory, and pressed her to the sofa.

Then he turned around and took down the medicine box from the cabinet next to him, took out the alcohol and cotton balls, knelt on one leg, pulled her arm, and carefully began to wipe her wounds.

The look on his face was too focused, as if he was not dealing with a minor abrasion, but was facing a very rigorous operation.

The thin lips were always gently pursed, and from Chen Qingtian's angle, he could just see his slightly curled eyelashes, and his eyes were light brown, revealing a touch of tiredness and gentleness.

He must have just returned from class, wearing a white shirt, the button at the neckline was not buttoned, faintly revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone.

Chen Qingtian panicked for no reason, she retracted her hand, and said softly: "Professor Han, I can do it myself, don't bother you......"

"I'm your teacher."

Han Jinglun pressed her arm, raised his eyes and bent the corners of his lips at her: "You can trouble me." ”

Chen Qingtian was dazzled by his smile, his gaze turned to the side, and he avoided it.

Han Jinglun lowered his eyes and continued to treat her wound seriously, and when he applied the medicine, he paused his fingers and asked her softly,

"Does it hurt?"

Chen Qingtian replied subconsciously: "It doesn't hurt ......"

When she said this, the movements of his hands became more and more gentle, and while giving her medicine, he said softly, "Why don't you wait for me to come back?" You are a little girl, with so many boxes, why are you stupid to move them by yourself? ”

Chen Qingtian pursed his lower lip and didn't make a sound.

After Han Jinglun gave her medicine, he also bandaged her with gauze.

After doing this, I put away the medicine box, and when I put it on the cabinet, I specially told her: "Come over tomorrow, I will change the medicine for you." ”

Chen Qingtian said softly, "Thank you, Professor Han." ”

She lowered her head, her eyes fell on the gauze on her arm, and remembered the sentence,

- Does it hurt?

It was the first time someone had asked her that.

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The second brother who promised everyone would write it, but it would be slow, and now it is mainly based on Chen Ye and Xiao Ye~