In the study, the floor is paved with a square of wood floor color, the color is lighter, giving people a calm and quiet feeling, the four walls are smeared with an indescribable color of half blue and half gray, there are bookmarked books on the desk, and the paper that has been written is scattered on the top, and there are a few paintings hanging on the wall.

The books on the shelves are very clean and tidy, and it seems that they are cleaned frequently, and the owner of the study seems to come over often.

Xia Muying approached the desk, her fingertips gently slid across the desk, and her gaze moved.

His eyes suddenly stopped in one place, a white photo frame next to his fingertips, in which was a middle-aged man holding a little boy, and the little boy was smiling and holding a trophy bigger than his head.

Xia Muying raised her hand to pick up the photo frame, wanting to take a look.

"Why are you here?" A childish and serious voice came from behind.

"Wow!" Xia Muying entered the study without permission, and was frightened and exclaimed.

The photo frame in his hand was also frightened and fell, making a "dang" sound, and the photo frame hit the ground with a cracking sound.

Xia Muying looked at the photo frame and was stunned for a moment, her hand was still suspended in the air.

There seemed to be a chill behind him.

Turning around, her eyes met, and Lin Zhi was right behind her.

He wears a loose, laid-back shirt with a slightly open neckline and collapsed bangs.

"Hey! You scared the hell out of me!" Xia Muying was a little angry.

With that, she turned around and picked up the picture frame she had just dropped.

When Lin Zhiye saw the photo frame in her hand, his face was suddenly covered with black lines.

"Who told you to mess with my stuff?" Lin Zhiyi's tone was sharp, as if he was roaring, but not so loudly.

"Give it back to me." Lin Zhi also slid the wheelchair closer and snatched the photo frame in Xia Muying's hand.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the frame, and his face became even more gloomy.

The frame is cracked.

Xia Muying watched from the sidelines, a little self-reproachful, and defended: "I didn't mean to ......"

Obviously, Lin Zhiyi didn't listen, didn't respond, just looked at the photo frame in his hand and frowned.

It's very distressing.

Xia Muying didn't know that this photo was so important to him, and she blamed herself very much in her heart.

Her head hung slightly, her left hand scratched her cheek lightly, her eyes drifted to the side, and her voice softened to apologize: "I'm sorry, you...... Don't be angry. ”

Lin Zhiyi sighed helplessly: "Forget it." ”

Then he put the cracked frame back in place.

Xia Muying still couldn't help it in her heart, suddenly closed her eyes, and stretched out her hands: "Or you can beat me." ”

Lin Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at her, looking really stupid.

When he swept his eyes down, he noticed that her fingers were bleeding, and hurriedly grabbed her wrist and pulled it over to check the injury.

Frightened, Xia Muying opened her eyes and leaned towards him unsteadily, very close.

Close enough to see his eyebrows and thin lips.

Xia Muying's face was red all of a sudden, and she wanted to retract her hand, so she said hesitantly: "You, what are you doing?" ”

Lin Zhi also frowned, and his tone was serious: "Don't move!" Your finger hurts. ”

Xia Muying realized that her finger was scratched, and it was estimated that it was scratched by the crack on it when Lin Zhiyi grabbed the photo frame just now, and she didn't notice it just now.

She was unconsciously obedient and didn't move anymore, letting him touch her fingers.

He looked at the wound and breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't deep, it was just scratched.

He looked up and said, "Go to my bedroom, I'll put a band-aid on you." ”

Xia Muying retracted her hand, put it on her chest, and said, "No need, I have ...... at home"

Before she finished speaking, Lin Zhi also left, not allowing her the slightest opportunity to refuse,

"Keep up."

Walking all the way to the end of the other side of the corridor, Lin Zhiyi's bedroom was just in the direction of the study.

They stopped in front of the innermost door, and Lin Zhi also stood up, put his wheelchair aside, and pushed the door open, and a fresh smell of mint came to his face.

This is the same smell that emanates from Lin Zhiyi's body.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a delicate large bed, although the bed is large, but compared to the whole room, it does not occupy much space.

Opposite the queen-size bed is a large wardrobe against the wall, which is connected to the roof, and next to the wardrobe is the bathroom.

Lin Zhi also asked Xia Muying to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him first, and he walked directly to the wardrobe and half-squatted down.

Xia Muying looked at his room, worthy of being a young master, the room was really grand and generous.

The room was neat and orderly, spotless, the whole was blue, a little silent, and it was really like him.

The lake-blue curtains fell, covering the originally large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the curtains, making the room not so cold.

Lin Zhi also opened the bottom layer of the wardrobe, took out the medicine box, and took out a bottle of potion and a band-aid and cotton swab from it and put it in front of her.

Placing things on the bedside table, and then flipping the switch on the wall above the cabinet, the dark room suddenly brightened.

He sat down beside Xia Muying without saying a word, and naturally reached out to grab Xia Muying's left hand.

Seeing this, Xia Muying avoided his hand and said softly, "I'll just get it myself." ”

Lin Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at her, obviously not wanting to let her do it herself, and his tone was indifferent with some coercive orders: "Reach out." ”

Xia Muying pursed her lips and stretched out helplessly.

Under the illumination of the light, the boy lowered his head slightly and seriously dealt with Xia Muying's wounds.

The boy's hair was lit up, his eyebrows were covered by broken bangs, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids.

Xia Muying lowered her eyes and looked at him, her heart throbbing slightly, as if she had set off a layer of waves.

It turns out that he still has such a gentle time.

Looking at it, Xia Muying unconsciously stretched out her other hand, touched his eyelids, and said bluntly: "Lin Zhiyi, your eyelashes are really long, look good." ”

It's a boy, but his eyelashes are longer than all girls.

In an instant, his ears became red, and he hurriedly screwed the cap of the medicine bottle and got up.

"Deal with it, you can go back quickly."

Just now, Lin Zhiyi quickly got up and asked her to go back, this change of attitude was so fast that Xia Muying didn't react a little.

She said that when she didn't need him to help with the wound, she had to do it herself, and now that she had done it, she wished she could leave quickly.

What a fickle boy.

"Okay then, thanks, I'm leaving."

She looked at the wound on her hand and thanked her.

"No thanks, it was because of me that I was scratched."

Lin Zhi also put the medical supplies she had just taken out back in their place, although she broke the photo frame, but accidentally scratched her fingers and felt a little guilty in her heart.

Xia Muying didn't say anything, and trotted out of the bedroom directly.

But she didn't leave, but went directly to the study, took away the photo frame just now, and came back and waved the photo frame at Lin Zhiyi at the bedroom door,

"I'll borrow that photo first, and I'll pay you an identical one."

She didn't want to owe anyone anything, after all, she was the one who broke it.

After saying that, he hurriedly ran downstairs.

......

Can you find the same touch, it's custom-made.

Lin Zhiyi really has no problem with her.