At this time, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a white prison uniform, dirty, and watched him walk in front of her step by step, but she did not see any panic and panic, but laughed loudly.

"Don't you dare to kill me!"

His heart tightened, "Why?" ”

She smiled wryly, "Because—"

"I like you!"

Murong Hai woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ding Xiaoke lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him with his chin on his face bored.

Ding Xiaoke looked at him with a smile, "Awake?" ”

Murong Hai looked around and was sure that this was his home, his room.

"Sister Xiaoke, why are you here?"

"You're sick, I'm coming to visit you, do you like it?"

After saying that, he stuffed a creamy strawberry into his mouth.

Murong Hai's ears turned red, and he slowly swallowed the strawberry.

Very sweet.

"Thank you, though...... It seems like it's class time......"

Murong Hai glanced at the wall clock on the wall, he remembered that his parents had asked for leave for him, but Ding Xiaoke ......

"Oh, it's okay, I told my parents that you were sick and couldn't go to school, and I didn't want to go to school, and then they agreed that I would come and take care of you."

Murong Hai sweated slightly.

Uncle and aunt are really relieved.

Ding Xiaoke walked around Murong Hai's room slowly, flipping through this and picking that from time to time, Murong Hai was terrified when he saw it.

He was very afraid that if Ding Xiaoke was not careful, the beloved things he collected would be tragic......

The pencils that were broken by Ding Xiaoke in those years, the broken water cups, and the toys that were broken are still vivid in his mind......

"Hey, you can draw?"

Ding Xiaoke was surprised to pick up a watercolor pen and scribble it on the clean and new canvas.

"Well, I learned a little."

Murong Hai had many interest classes, but in the end only painting.

"Wow! What is it? ”

Ding Xiaoke pulled out a half-drawn drawing from the wastepaper pile as if he had discovered a new continent, on which was drawn a medieval sword, inlaid with red diamonds, but only half of the sword body was drawn, and there was no sword tail, apparently the painter did not finish the drawing.

Looking at that drawing, Murong Hai's eyes lit up slightly, and he spoke softly, "This is Prince Arx's sword, which represents love and courage, and he used this sword to defeat the witch and save everyone." ”

Ding Xiaoke laughed secretly in his heart.

This fairy tale is old-fashioned and cheesy, and a child of Murong Hai's age believes it.

……

After Murong Hai recovered from his illness, he went back to school with Ding Xiaoke.

He had just taken his seat when an apple was gently placed on his table, followed by pears, chocolate, bread, milk, ......

All sorts of snacks were placed in front of him, piled up into a hill.

Murong Hai looked at the dozen or so girls standing in front of him in confusion, led by Ling Miaomiao.

Without waiting for Murong Hai to ask, Ling Miaomiao took the lead in explaining, "Everyone knows that you are sick, this is a little bit of everyone's heart." ”

More than a dozen little girls looked at Murong Hai nervously, their eyes full of anticipation.

Since Ling Miaomiao took a brave step, she found that Murong Hai was different from the cold everyone imagined, so the rest of the girls also tried to get close to Murong Hai with trepidation.

Among them, there are not only younger sisters in the lower grades, but also sisters in the upper grades.

How could Ding Xiaoke not see the admiration flowing in the eyes of these little girls, immature and young.

She started to have headaches.

It's only the third grade, and he has so many peach blossoms, even if they are all flower bones, they will bloom sooner or later!

Pinch this one by one, she doesn't have to live!

Ding Xiaoke, who has been eating and drinking and enjoying princess-level treatment, finally discovered this task-

It turns out that it is not so simple.