Yin Shaolong was slightly stunned, reached out and touched his chin.

Well, it seems that I have forgotten these days.

"There's a disposable razor in the bathroom, I'll get it for you." Xiang Tianqing turned around and ran into the bathroom, her steps a little flustered.

When he walked to the bathroom door, as if he remembered something, he said softly, "I... Actually, I didn't want to hide from you on purpose, but I just happened to be not very well. ”

It seems that because of her explanation, Yin Shaolong's mood has improved a lot, and the smile on the corner of his mouth has a touch of warmth, and he was going to say something, but the figure has completely entered the bathroom.

After Xiang Tianqing ran into the bathroom, she propped her hands on the sink and panted heavily.

Even she didn't know why she was so nervous, she just felt that she could hear the powerful heartbeat.

Looking up at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were also red and hot, but it was obviously completely different from a few days ago, and even the corners of my eyes and eyebrows were with a touch... An inexplicable breath.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes were slightly stunned, and she didn't understand what was wrong with her.

Shouldn't she be terrified to see him again?

Isn't it something to be disgusted or hated?

Why did he completely forget that night in just a few words, even... Even listening to his words, she would feel a little sweet.

Raising his hand to gently cover his cheek, Xiang Tianqing was a little dazed.

She never thought she liked to listen to sweet words, but what the hell was going on now?

Yin Shaolong saw that she was going in and refused to come out, so he stood outside the door and knocked on the bathroom door: "Can't you find it?" ”

"Uh... No, this is out. Xiang Tianqing picked up the disposable razor on the sink, turned around and walked out, not thinking about it at all.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the man half-leaning against the wall, and a casual posture exuded a deadly temptation.

He raised his hand and handed him the razor, but did not dare to look at him again.

"I don't know how the quality is, you can make do with it first."

Yin Shaolong didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked at her carefully, and said softly, "Sick?" ”

Xiang Tianqing responded randomly, subconsciously looked at his arm, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no red spots on it, thinking that it was because he didn't have too much substantial contact with her through his clothes when he hugged her just now.

"What disease?" Yin Shaolong spoke again, with a touch of seriousness, as if he was planning to get to the bottom of it.

Facing his gaze, Xiang Tianqing hesitated whether to tell the truth.

Yin Shaolong also looked at her, waiting for an answer, but the hand in his trouser pocket involuntarily tightened.

The air seemed to be still for a moment, and the silence was a little solemn.

More than ten seconds later, Xiang Tianqing was the first to laugh and say, "What are you doing so seriously?" I don't know, I think I have some terminal illness... Go shave. ”

After the words fell, Xiang Tianqing stuffed the razor into her hand and walked towards the hospital bed.

But after only taking two steps, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, which made her feel a little more nervous, hesitated, and didn't shake him off after all.

"What disease?" Yin Shaolong had already restrained the smile on his face at this moment, and he looked extremely serious.

Facing his gaze, Xiang Tianqing finally spoke: "It's just an ordinary fever and cold." ”

"Really?"

"What are you lying to do?" Xiang Tianqing pretended to be calm.

Yin Shaolong stared at her for a while, thinking that maybe he was just too nervous, so he let go of him and said, "I'll go shave and take a shower, you rest first, and wait for me to come out and take you to dinner." ”