After returning home, Su Rourou was scolded by Lin Shu without any suspense. But because she had her first "intimate contact" with the male god, she was happy in her heart and didn't take her mother's blame to heart.

After dinner, she was about to pick up her schoolbag and go to Luo Yichen's room to do her homework as usual, when she suddenly received a text message from Luo Yichen.

"I'm sick, you can study by yourself tonight!"

Su Rourou frowned: A demon like Luo Yichen turns out to be sick too? Don't they all say that the scourge will last for thousands of years?

Then did she want to go over and visit him, after all, he comforted himself today when he was at his worst......

Thinking of this, she turned over the window again without saying a word, but unexpectedly found that the window in Luo Yichen's room was locked, and she couldn't get in at all.

Squatting on the windowsill and blowing the wind for a while, she couldn't accept this fact.

In the past ten years, the window of Luo Yichen's room has never been locked, and she always deliberately and easily opens the window to commit crimes, making trouble in his room.

Usually, it is she who locks the window of her room. But Luo Yichen would generally soon notice it and brazenly threaten her with various means to open it.

But now, the window on the other side that had been open for her was just closed? Why?

Because he has a cold and is afraid of the wind? Afraid of catching a cold? But it's summer!

Su Rourou only felt that her mind was in a mess, and she almost didn't fall off the windowsill. She held on to the window edge of her house in time and bit her lower lip fiercely: Since Luo Yichen can text her to open the window, then she can too!

So, she took out the mobile phone in her pocket and typed a few words with a snap: open the window! I'm going in!

I thought I would have to wait for a while, but I didn't expect that as soon as the text message was sent, the window in Luo Yichen's room opened with a bang.

Luo Yichen, who was "sick", stood in front of the window expressionlessly and looked at her: "What's the matter?" ”

His face was a little pale, and his lips, which had always been ruddy, were also a little pale, as if he was really sick......

Su Rourou pushed him away and jumped into the house.

It was dark in the room and only a small night light was on.

Su Rourou remembered that she was here to visit the patient, so she tried to make her tone sound soft: "Are you sick?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Luo Yichen ignored her, walked straight back to the bed and lay down, covering his chest. It was stuffy, jammed, and uncomfortable, so he couldn't get the energy to do anything.

Su Rourou was a little strange, he seemed to be angry with her? Why deliberately ignore her question? But she didn't mess with him today!

"Hey, I'm asking you!" She walked over to the bed, looked at him condescendingly with her hands around her chest.

When Luo Yichen saw her coming, he turned his back to her, but still didn't speak.

Su Rourou is not happy now, she came to see him kindly and talked to him in a good voice, but he used such an attitude to her?

She lifted her foot and kicked his bed: "What are you losing your temper again?" Where did I provoke you? ”

Luo Yichen suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbed her hand, and stopped her movements: "Have you made enough trouble?" I'm a patient now and I need to rest! You get me out! ”

"I ......" Su Rourou blinked, a little aggrieved, "I just came to see you...... Why are you so fierce? ”

In my memory, although Luo Yichen has always liked to tease her, he has never spoken to her in such a tone.

"I'm fine, you go back!" Seeing her like this, Luo Yichen's tone softened a little, but it was still very cold.

"Go back, go back, such a fierce ......" Su Rourou muttered quietly, turned around and walked towards the windowsill.

Luo Yichen opened her cold eyes in the dark, watching her small back jump onto the table, and finally disappear into the night......

"If I tell you to go back, will you go back? I won't hold on any longer......" he muttered to himself, covering his head with a quilt.

Yes, he was sick, and he was very unwell all over his body - especially, in his heart.