Wen Jiulan had never thought her name would sound so beautiful.

The little girl read slowly, so these three words seemed to linger between her lips and teeth for a long time, before finally breaking through the barrier of the red lip flap, wet and warm, with a sweet and warm fragrance swept in.

There was a sly smile on the delicate little face, and the smart peach blossom eyes were crooked.

Wen Jiulan could only stare fixedly at the little girl in front of her, as if she had been bewitched, and slowly raised her hand.

On the contrary, Qi Youmian was startled by his movements, and hurriedly retracted his legs.

She reacted half a beat slowly, and was still caught by the boy's hot hand on her ankle.

In order to protect from the sun, Qi Youmian wears socks that are long above the ankles.

At this moment, even through a layer of cotton fabric, she could feel the heat of the other party's palm, like some kind of wrist lock, tightly wrapped around the slender ankle, making it impossible to break free.

Now it's Qi Youmian's turn, embarrassed.

Her cheeks were covered with a light layer of powder, her eyes were watery, and she was obviously saying scolding, but her tone was extraordinarily soft.

After listening to it, I just want to bully her further, rather than let it go.

"Wen Jiulan, you let go."

She just wanted to make a joke and tease Wen Jiulan - everyone had been training all day in nearly forty degrees weather, and they were covered in sweat, didn't she want to be imaged, how could she really let Wen Jiulan massage herself.

Unexpectedly, this stupid melon seemed to be taken seriously, and it was too late for her to retreat.

Qi Youmian looked at Wen Jiulan, only to feel that the boy's eyes were as black as ink, as if he had hidden a lot of suppressed emotions.

Just as a cloud drifted by, blocking the clear moonlight.

The lights were bright in the distance, and the intermittent laughter of the newborns could be heard.

It became more and more set off the area where the two of them were, and it was too quiet and stagnant.

Qi Youmian's heart was pounding, and the hand behind him unconsciously curled into a fist.

As if dyed by the silence, she spoke again in a very soft voice, with a trilling sound that she didn't even know about.

“…… Wen Jiulan? ”

Awakened by this hesitant shout, Wen Jiulan suddenly let go of the hand that was holding the little girl's ankle, and took a step back with a great range of movements.

He tilted his head slightly, didn't dare to look at Qi Youmian, and tried to make his voice speak more naturally, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" ”

Qi Youmian jumped off the stage with both hands, like an elegant big cat, landing lightly and silently.

Wen Jiulan's foot took a step forward and paused on the ground, and the hand that was slightly raised and wrapped around quickly fell to his side.

Qi Youmian didn't notice his little movements, just patted the ash on his palm, "Aren't you scared, did you get distracted just now?" ”

Wen Jiulan lowered her eyes and avoided Qi Youmian's eyes, her voice couldn't hear the emotion, "Yes...... I'm sorry, I'll send you back. ”

The atmosphere on the way back was a little strange, and neither of them spoke, just walked with their heads bored.

Qi Youmian stepped into the dormitory building and looked back hesitantly.

The boy stood not far away and watched her quietly.

"See you tomorrow." Qi Youmian smiled at Wen Jiulan before turning around and walking in the direction of the stairs.

After a few brief words with the roommates who were curious to inquire, Qi Youmian took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

The girls' dormitory building is a lone bathroom, and the roommates have already taken a shower, and no one will bother her at this time.

The warm water washed away the sticky sweat stains on his body, and Qi Youmian washed his hair, but he was a little absent-minded.

Wen Jiulan's state just now was really a little strange, which reminded her of an incident in her previous life.

In her previous life, when she first entered high school, she heard a few rumors about Wen Jiulan, although she didn't take it to heart, but in the end she still left a mark in her heart, and subconsciously chose to stay away.

After two years of peace and quiet, in the first semester of the third year of high school, the seat adjustment arranged Wen Jiulan to Qi Youmian's big group.

At the end of a chemistry lab class, the group was left to pack up the lab equipment.

The boys in the same group were hip-hopping, pushing and shoving and hitting the experimental table, and a whole test tube placed on the table fell to the ground and crackled.

The flying fragments of the test tube scratched Qi Youmian's calf, who was standing aside, and almost instantly, blood flowed down the cut hole.

At that time, everyone was stunned, including Qi Youmian.

She was still stunned, and suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind her, and the next second, her blank eyes were covered by a warm hand.

"Don't look at it."

The boy's voice was a little imperceptible panic, he grabbed Qi Youmian's sleeve and led the person away from the debris, while methodically ordering people to hurry up and find the teacher.

The force that pulled her was neither light nor heavy, and the speed of retreat was not too fast, and even the hand that was covering in front of her did not tremble and move at all.

Qi Youmian was pulled to a stool against the wall on the side of the classroom and sat down, deprived of his sight, and his ears became extremely sensitive.

In the midst of a panicked and hurried shout, she heard the rustling of fabric in front of her.

Someone crouched down in front of him and gently brushed the hem of a little long skirt, as if to check the injury.

was still comforting her, "Don't be afraid, it's just a superficial injury, it won't affect your dancing." ”

When the chemistry teacher hurriedly came, while arranging for the students to hurry away from the debris all over the ground, he commanded people to send Qi Youmian to the infirmary.

The motionless hand that was placed in front of her eyes was finally retracted, but before Qi Youmian could look down at the wound on her leg, someone squatted down in front of her, "Come up, I'll send you there." ”

The chemistry teacher was nervously urging on the side, and Qi Youmian didn't have a chance to say what he said, so he could only hesitantly lie forward on the boy's back.

After arriving at the infirmary, the school doctor quickly disinfected and applied medicine to the small wounds, and at the request of Wen Jiulan, he simply wrapped a layer of medical gauze on Qi Youmian's legs.

Qi Youmian didn't even see his injuries at all, and he was handled very properly.

At that time, Qi Youmian watched the boy frown slightly and stared at the side face of the teacher in the infirmary who was treating the wound, and still thought in his heart that Wen Jiulan was actually very good, not as indifferent as they said.

The chemistry teacher informed the head teacher of the accident, and the head teacher hurriedly called Qi Hengzhi again.

Before Qi Youmian could ask, why Wen Jiulan covered her eyes, was she taken home because she knew that she had a slight faintness.

Later, Qi Youmian flew directly to Kyoto to participate in a dance competition, and it was already a month after returning to school, so he forgot about this question.

Qi Youmian was so absorbed in her thinking that the foam with shampoo slid into her eyes along the side of her face, making her quickly close her eyes.

In the darkness, Qi Youmian thought of the moment when she wanted to take a peek at the injury in her previous life, but was stopped by Wen Jiulan's wrist, she met the boy's dark eyes.

The force of the circle on the wrist is very tight, but it will not make Qi Youmian feel uncomfortable.

It's the same as tonight's ankle grab, it's like ......

It's like a wolf cub with a thick fluffy tail that tightly circles its territory.