"Thank you." The boy's voice was a little hoarse, like a mist in the early morning bed, soft and good, with a hint of milk.

The person in front of him was slightly stunned, and handed him a bottle of mineral water: "On such a hot day, do you want to drink?"

The boy was a little restrained, he grabbed the lever on the suitcase with his right hand, and shook his head weakly, "No, no."

Bo Qing's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, for the first time in seventeen years, someone dared to refuse her kindness, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him with a mistake.

When his gaze touched his slender and white neck, an indescribable feeling came to his heart, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were faintly excited as if they were about to break through the skin.

At this moment, the boy raised his head, revealing that stunning and sickly face, too beautiful to speak, especially the peach blossom eyes that were slightly crimson because of the pain, like storing the rain of the whole spring, no wind and waves, and the cinnabar under the corner of the eye, very small but extremely deep, condensed the power of seducing the soul.

Further down, the porcelain white skin is as holy as snow, the small and delicate Adam's apple is glowing with a round luster, the slender neck curve is smooth and graceful, as elegant as a swan neck, a pale cyan vein extends down from behind the ear, submerged in the white shirt, and a small section of the wrist exposed at the cuffs is slender and fragile, with slender and slightly white fingers, there is a kind of sickly beauty for no reason.

"Are you feeling unwell?" She reached out to support him, and there was irresistible strength under her gentle and polite demeanor.

The boy subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but was helped up by the other party, and he was a little at a loss.

"I'll take you to the infirmary." Bo chuckled, looking polite and comfortable.

The boy didn't seem to know how to cope with the scene in front of him, and stammered, "I—I'm fine, just bear with it."

She disagreed, reached out and pulled his arm over her shoulder, and said enthusiastically: "They are all classmates of Xiuheng, they should be friendly and united, and they should help you."

After Bo Qing finished speaking, he pulled the suitcase with his other hand and helped the person walk in the direction of the infirmary.

The boy was stunned, but his cheeks were awkwardly and unfamiliar.

"My name is Bo Qing, what about you?" She asked

The other party sighed, didn't know where to put his hands, and said nervously, "...... Su Li."

"Su Li?" She was a little surprised: "You are the top student who has always been at the top of the grade list."

The boy clenched the corners of his clothes, his cheeks flushed, and nodded, "Hmm." But there is no confidence.

"Then I'll have to ask you more for advice in the future." Bo lightly helped him into the infirmary, and the staff took the other party's temperature, which was a low-grade fever.

The doctor sat at the table, leaned back and took a box of Starshu and cold medicine, and advised, "You have a bad stomach, you must eat three meals normally, especially breakfast, and you must not skip it."

He said and looked at Bo Qing again, "You're his classmate, right?" Take care of it in the future, you don't take your body seriously at this age, and when you fall into the root of the disease, you will have to have surgery."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Bo Qing helped the person to the side of the chair and said seriously, "You wait for me here for a while, I'll go buy you some food."

"No, no." Su Li grabbed her arm, bowed his head and said, "I drank warm water, it's almost fine, I'm going to the dormitory now, so I won't trouble you."

She smiled softly and touched the other party's head like a big brother: "The doctor said that the body is important, and it will not be a moment and a half."