The sun shines in from the bright windows and sprinkles on the blue treatment chairs.

The treatment chair was halfway up and lowered again. Jian Qing had just sat up and lay back under the situation, feeling distressed.

It is the same for me to avoid medical treatment. No one thinks there is anything particularly wrong with Teacher Bai’s proposal.

Jian Qing remembered that when she was painting in the studio, she looked at the naked model with no expression on her face, without any desire or other thoughts, and just thought that people were ordinary still lifes.

Obviously, Lu Huaiyu saw her the same thing, calmly and just thought she was an ordinary teaching aid.

The expression on his face was faint. He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, then slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his tight and strong arms and clear muscle lines.

With his slow movements, Jian Qing became more and more uneasy, and she opened her bright and ignorant eyes and did not dare to look in his direction.

The ceiling of the classroom was white, and from her perspective, an inverted photo frame was seen on the wall behind.

In the black and white photo, a foreign man in a suit and ties and two beards sat at the desk with his legs raised.

There are two lines of words written on the white strip below. Jian Qing reads it for a long time before she can see clearly what is written on it-

"The Father of Modern Medicine."

"William Osler."

The two simple titles made the ordinary man in the photo become so arrogant. Before Jian Qing could even look at him carefully, a pair of cold white and slender hands appeared in front of him.

"Turn your head a little."

Lu Huaiyu's quiet and silence came from his ears, clear and faint.

Like the doctor she met while seeing a doctor in the hospital, she had no emotions and was straightforward.

Jian Qing was also numb in such an atmosphere and tilted her head obediently.

The palm of her hand penetrated into her black hair and touched her back pillow. Her fingertips were tightly attached to her palms, and her palms were slightly cool, and there were thin calluses on her fingertips.

The body was tight like a conditioned reflex, not adapting to his sudden touch.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Feeling her tightness, the man's hand squeezed the back of her neck.

“…”

He massaged the back of his neck very comfortably, with moderate strength and coldness. His originally stiff muscles quickly relaxed.

Jian Qing couldn't help but hum gently, and then quickly fell silent, always feeling that Lu Huaiyu was comforting her as if he was petting a cat.

But she liked it very much and made a sound. Jian Qing was ashamed and wanted to find a hole to crawl in, so she could only hope that he didn't hear it.

Fortunately, Lu Huaiyu's expression was normal, as if he didn't notice her abnormality. He quickly stopped pinching the back of her neck and touched her back pillow again, and his soft and thick hair was wrapped around his fingers.

The strength of the fingertips ranged from shallow to deep, and she rubbed her back of her head repeatedly.

As he moved, he gave a lecture, "When examining the post-pillow part, the examinee can lower his head or lean slightly, relax his muscles, which is conducive to palpation."

Then his hands moved behind his ears—

Two fingers were sliding and touching the little ears.

Then there is before the ears-

My fingertips accidentally brushed across her pearly earlobes, and the touch was cold and numb, spreading all the way inside.

Slowly down the parotid gland, cheeks, and submandibular along the earlobe.

From shallow to deep.

Because he had to give a lecture, he stopped in every part for a long time. His movements were gentle and gentle, but slower than normal examination so that the students present could see clearly.

Jian Qing's face was buried in his arms, almost against his chest, and the scent of mint that came to his face was refreshing and pleasant.

His hands were like a pigment pen, and wherever he passed, he would be stained with a light red color.

A low chuck sounded in his ears, and Lu Huaiyu teased her with a very light, almost lips-tongued voice, "What's the blushing?"

Jian Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he met his smiling eyes, a sense of anger arose in his heart, he glared at him angrily, like an angry little cat.

Ask a question knowingly.

"Hurry up." She urged impatiently.

As if Lu Huaiyu didn't hear it, he slowly raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and spoke without emotion, "Classmate, pull down the sweater by yourself."

He looked tall and cold again.

“…”

Jian Qing felt depressed and reluctant. She grabbed the collar and pulled it down, revealing her snow-white neck and deep collarbone.

A shallow nest is concave at the collarbone, which seems to be able to pour wine.

Professor Lu's eyes were slightly darker, and his long legs lazily stomped on the tripod fell to the ground, as if he accidentally slid the seat and changed positions to block the view of the student teacher behind him.

His tone was always light and without emotion, and he gave a serious lecture, "When checking the supraclavicular lymph node, the examinee took a seat or supine position, the examinee touched the right side of the patient with the left hand and the left side of the patient with the right hand."

The movements and language were synchronized, and Lu Huaiyu's fingertips touched from shallow to deep in the depression on the upper clavicle.

I don’t know if it was because of the friction that caused heat or because of her body temperature, his hands changed from the coolness just now to the warmth, and even a little hot.

Jian Qing has gone from being sensitive and tense at the beginning to being completely numb, and has successfully overcome the psychological barrier and regarded it as an ordinary examination.

Except for the ears hidden in the hair, they are still hot and red and dripping with blood.

Obviously, the psychological disorder was overcome, but the body did not.

After finally finishing the demonstration, Jian Qing turned red like a cooked shrimp. She lowered her head, covered her face with her hair, and returned to the last row as if she ran away.

The girl sitting in front of her turned around and her eyes were shining.

"After an interview, isn't it very flirting when you are touched by Professor Lu?"

“…”

Jian Qing remained silent.

The girl saw that her face was flushed and she already knew the answer, but instead comforted her, "Oh, it's okay, it's not that you have weak concentration, but if I were weak, my legs would be weak."

"You said that he could not stand his serious lectures alone. I even envy the sister who took off the professor's cold mask and was pressed on the tree by him."

“…”

Jian Qing lay on the table and buried her face in her arms.

Stop talking.

Later, when Lu Huaiyu said something on the podium, Jian Qing still didn't listen to a single word.

She fell asleep directly.

Until the end of the course, the people in the classroom left one after another.

As soon as Lu Huaiyu finished his lecture, he was invited by Principal Li to have tea at the principal's office. After he and Principal Li finished greetings and made a polite choice, he found that the little girl was still sleeping in the last row.

The black short hair with over-ears was messy and disorderly, scattered on her white face, and under the eye cover of her small fan-like eyebrow, a shadow sprinkled. The breathing sound was very light, and the rhythm was up and down.

His facial features are delicate and small, and he looks very young. He looks like a high school student who doesn’t study hard and forgets to finish school when he sleeps.

Jian Qing found that as long as the teacher's voice was very easy to sleep, especially Lu Huaiyu's voice, which was like gurgling water, clear and beautiful.

In the sound of flowing water, consciousness is unstable, becoming a bunch of soft clouds, secretly hiding the leisure time of half a day of life.

When the sound of the ding-dong water gradually stopped, the consciousness gradually gathered again and opened its eyes and woke up.

"woke up?"

A low, heavy and magnetic sound came from above the head.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw Lu Huaiyu holding her arms with her hands, standing obliquely in the backlight, her side face hidden in the shadow, half-clear and half-abnormal, outlining his clear and tight jawline.

Jian Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice slightly hoarse, and her grandmother was glutinous, "Can we go back?"

Lu Huaiyu said lightly, stood up straight, opened the back door of the classroom, and said, "Let's go."

His eyelids were drooping, and he was a little unenergized. Anyone who kept teaching for three hours would be tired.

Sometimes when Jian Qing says too much, he doesn't want to say a word again.

She followed him consciously, without saying a word, the two of them were quiet, but they didn't feel embarrassed.

Moreover, when Lu Huaiyu asked her to be a driver, he was not polite to her, so he sat directly in the passenger seat.

Jian Qing sat in the driver's seat and couldn't help looking at him. Seeing that he had closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest, he frowned and pressed his fingers on his temples, revealing the band-aid on the back of his hand.

It seemed to be reminding her that it was her responsibility.

There was no choice but to wear a seat belt obediently and adjust the seat back and forth for a long time before finding a barely suitable position.

Lu Huaiyu was very tall. She sat on a seat set according to his height standards and could only see half of the road.

Jian Qing is very familiar with the roads in Yu City, so he basically doesn’t need to look at the navigation.

She walked a remote path, and there were not many people knowing it, so there were no other cars. She could get on the highway immediately after passing the path, which was much faster than following the navigation.

The alley on the back street is a single-driving lane with a speed limit of 30km.
To be continued...