It's kind of like I know you're next to me, but I'm going to keep sleeping.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't come over and deliberately provoke her, it's fine.

And Lu Si has a familiar smell on Qinghui's body.

After all, countless ...... Ahem, goblins fight.

Let Qinghui get used to the infestation of this person's neurosis in his sleep.

So there was no pressure, I didn't lift my eyelids, and continued to sleep like this.

Lu Si unconsciously looked at it for a long time.

The corners of his lips pursed slightly, raised his hand, and gently touched Qinghui.

Qinghui sighed in a low voice.

is only eleven or twelve years old, and his little voice is milky.

His eyes opened a slit, and he looked up at the man, yawning sleepily again, and changed his position, intending to continue sleeping.

"It's time to go to bed, don't you feel panicked when you sleep here?"

Lu Si's voice rang out.

It's the kind of boyish softness.

Gentle and gentle.

Qinghui sighed in a low voice.

I thought about it for a while.

Yes, he was right.

It's uncomfortable to sleep here.

Lord Spirit Sword needs a large bed.

The kind that can sink in when it's soft and soft, so you can't sleep here.

Thinking so, Qinghui's small body straightened up and stood up.

But his arm hit the table directly on his body.

It just hit the place where it hit before.

Lu Sidu gasped for her.

Qinghui didn't react at all, so he looked at him like this.

His eyes blinked, and he spoke, "Go?" ”

Go to sleep?

Do you want to use it as a stove?

Qinghui looked Lu Si up and down.

The boy was already developing late, not to mention that Lu Si was often bullied by other children and looked even thinner.

It looks like it's just right in your arms.

It's just that because it's not fleshy at all, it may be a little panicked.

After thinking about this matter seriously, Qinghui pursed his lips and nodded seriously.

Yes, you still have to feed fatter.

The stove is comfortable to hold.

Lu Si had already stretched out his hand and pulled Qinghui's arm over, lowered his head and frowned slightly, looking at Qinghui's arm.

The corners of his lips pursed slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Si raised his head again, his light brown eyes soft and clean.

Qinghui reacted for a moment, and only then did he realize that he was talking about the injuries on his body.

"It doesn't hurt."

So he spoke in his own serious little milk voice.

This little pain, how can it be embarrassing to Lord Spirit Sword, it will be fine in a while!

"There's medicine outside, can you get some medicine?"

He looked down at Qinghui's arm, the top of his fluffy hair facing Qinghui.

It looks a little self-reproachful and guilty.

The voice was soft, as if it was a little choked.

Oops.

Don't cry!

It's really sensitive and fragile, like the little prince.

Qinghui was a little confused by this unprepared hand.

Finally, he answered, looked at him, and nodded.

Lu Si raised his head at this time, and his eyes were happy again.

was led out by Qinghui.

Several of the nun teachers were standing outside.

Seeing that there was no mess in the prayer room today, they were all a little relieved.

Then he watched Qinghui take the person to the sofa and sit down, and then took the wound medicine on the cabinet next to him in his hand.

I haven't been injured much, let alone the long-lived operation of applying medicine to myself, just this little injury, what kind of medicine to rub Qinghui snorted and raised his small chin, his movements were inevitably a little clumsy.