Chapter 71: The Bamboo Horse Is Inconsistent (28)

He was soaking wet, and his body was covered with the cold smell of rain, which could be felt cold when he got closer, and his skin shivered slightly.

Zhou Heng was completely stunned at this time.

After two or three seconds, he stammered, and said in disbelief: "You and Yun Xia...... You ......"

As if he finally understood something, he was so frightened that he immediately explained: "I...... I didn't know you liked Yunxia! If I knew you guys...... I don't dare bother her! Brother Jiang! ”

He didn't know why he was so afraid of Jiang Heng.

If you really want to talk about it, Jiang Heng has never done anything terrible, but has always been a good student, except for being a little colder, there is nothing else.

But the people in the school were a little afraid of him.

Maybe it's because of that kind of coldness, it's not made on the surface, but a kind of indifference with a strong aura. At this time, the indifferent person withdrew his calm and peaceful, and his oppressive aura was suddenly undisguised.

It makes people dare not breathe.

Zhou Heng didn't even dare to look at him.

The young man opposite didn't speak, his plain eyes lowered slightly, and he looked at his hand.

Zhou Heng felt ...... He was looking at the hand he had just used to hold Yun Xia.

Who would have thought that the big guy and Yun Xia would be a pair?

The big guy is so innocent at school, he is not close to the girls at all, and Yunxia is a problem student, who would associate them together!

Who would have thought that the big man who learns the gods will be jealous, so scary?!

Is this jealousy? It's going to kill!

Zhou Heng's scalp was numb, and he couldn't care about anything, so he immediately roared sorry quickly, and then grabbed his schoolbag, rushed into the rain with a 100-meter sprint, didn't even hold an umbrella, and fled in the heavy rain.

Yunxia! I'm sorry!! Take care!

The rain fell with a loud bang.

Jiang Heng slowly retracted his long legs, his eyes cold.

He lowered his eyes, some long pale fingers lightly against his thin lips, and coughed lowly before he raised his eyes coldly and looked at the door in front of him.

The words he heard just now in the heavy rain made the young man's face even more cold and pale, but his pupils were pitch black, showing a cold color.

He was silent for a few seconds before he lifted his watery, white fingers and gently pressed the doorbell.

The girl opens the door.

Seeing the white-clothed young man soaking wet, he immediately raised his eyebrows in shock: "Jiang Heng? ”

The man stood quietly in front of the door, his expression indifferent, his face pale, and his beautiful eyes looking at her.

Although he stood under the eaves, water was dripping from the corners of his clothes to his fingertips.

Crystal droplets, sliding down the jawline.

Yun Xia asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Her house is close to his, so she won't come to her without an umbrella.

The boy only looked at her in silence.

Yun Xia was even more puzzled, reached out and touched his white fingertips, was startled by the cold temperature, and opened his round eyes, "You...... How long have you been drenched and why is it so cold? ”

As she spoke, she raised her paw again and touched the boy's soaked belly under his white clothes.

In the wet clothes, the beautiful abdominal muscle lines are revealed, and they are cold to the touch.

The other party let her move her hands and feet, and she was quiet and did not respond.

It wasn't until the girl took him by the hand and asked him to enter the room that he raised his hand with a cold expression, and his white fingers gently grabbed the girl's fingertips.

Yun Xia looked back in confusion.

The slender figure leaned over slightly.

The tall boy slowly leaned over, his fair forehead gently pressed against the girl's neck socket, the breath between his thin lips was slightly hot, and his eyelashes drooped slightly.

The voice is a little soft and soft.

"I have a fever."