Chu Shuolan saw Song Yihuan walking in, and the eyes of the two were opposite each other in the void.

Looking at the other party's sweet appearance, especially a pair of watery and beautiful eyes, Chu Shuolan coughed lightly with his fist to his lips.

"Ahem......"

His suppressed cough came out uncontrollably, and he even felt some pain in Yuehun mouth, and his eyes no longer looked at the girl in front of him.

Song Yihuan stared at the young man in a wheelchair, the young man's picturesque face, noble and elegant temperament, what a handsome young man, it was really amazing.

However, there was not a trace of blood on the other party's pale face, and he coughed even more weakly at this time.

Despite this, the male protagonist in front of him is still handsome and reserved, and the extraordinary temperament of a noble son is spread all over his body, which makes people feel very good at first sight.

Seeing that the other party was still coughing, Song Yihuan stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" ”

Chu Shuolan took out the handkerchief from his arms and coughed a few more times: "Ahem......"

Seeing a trace of blood on the handkerchief, Chu Shuolan held it in his hand and prevented the girl standing opposite from seeing it.

He opened his eyes, and the peach blossom eyes hid a gentle smile, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse, "It's okay." ”

Song Yihuan carefully examined Chu Shuolan's face, a handsome and innocent face, with deep outlines.

is a handsome and noble son, but his face is sick and bloodless, and he looks like people can't help but feel pity.

Chu Shuolan saw Song Yihuan looking at him with surprise in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a vague smile.

He turned his wheelchair to the table, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea: "Miss Song, please take a seat." ”

Song Yihuan's eyes followed him all the time, and when he heard his words, he walked to the table and sat down.

Looking at her generous, without the slightest twist and the shyness of the woman, the smile on the corner of Chu Shuolan's lips became even more obvious.

Song Yihuan picked up the tea poured by Chu Shuolan, brought it to his mouth and took a few sips.

The two stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the room was not the slightest bit awkward.

Song Yihuan's brain is a little messy at the moment, the male protagonist is too handsome, although his health is not good, he has a good appearance.

The first time she saw the other party's face, a bold idea flashed through her mind.

It's better to hug the male protagonist's thighs, after all, he is the winner who has the last laugh, hugging his thighs, and it will definitely be delicious and spicy in the future.

Song Yihuan frowned from time to time, sometimes the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his expression was serious at the moment.

No, hugging your thighs is a good idea.

It's a pity that Chu Shuolan soon knew his life experience, and what followed would be all kinds of assassinations, as well as open and secret battles, standing next to the male protagonist was dangerous, and it was even more life-threatening.

She is not the heroine, but there is no so-called aura of male and female protagonists, if her life is not guaranteed, it will not be worth the loss.

Thinking like this, Song Yihuan shook his head very resolutely.

Looking at the interesting look on her face and her unconscious movements, Chu Shuolan's mood was very happy.

At this moment, the other party's face became firm, and he didn't know what he remembered.

Chu Shuolan slowly spoke: "Miss Song—"

"Huh?" Song Yihuan raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at Chu Shuolan.

"Ahem...... Chu Shuolan coughed a few more times on the side of his head, and after he stopped, he showed an apologetic smile to Song Yihuan: "My body has been like this all year round, don't blame Miss Song." ”

Song Yihuan shook his head: "Young Master Chu is serious." ”

Hearing her name, Chu Shuolan's deep eyes hid a keen light, and the smile on his face never changed.

He looked at Song Yihuan's sweet face, and saw that the other party was unconscious, as if he didn't know the meaning of her title.