Lu Xingye grabbed the keyword in her words, "Brother?"

Memorial Xi blew two sips of hot water randomly, "Give you water."

"I don't know, I don't call me Brother Ono." Lu Xingye took Qiao.

The little girl widened her eyes. Why is this guy still getting more and more aggressive?

"If you don't drink, I think you're very lucky. It doesn't matter if I don't come." Ji Nianxi snorted, "You go to bed, I'll leave."

Before she could get up, her clothes were grabbed by a pair of hands with distinct joints. Then, Lu Xingye's low cough and his low and weak voice, "My baby, I was wrong..."

Memorial Xi: "..." I can't be soft-hearted!

Next second—

Ah, woo, woo, how could I leave his patient number?

Memorial Xi turned her face away, "Okay, I won't leave, I'll leave when you fall asleep."

A glimmer of light flashed through Lu Xingye's eyes. With this sentence, I miss you... don't think about leaving today.

After lying down for about two minutes, Lu Zuozuo went online, "My baby, I want to take a shower."

"What are you going to take if you have a fever? Let's talk about it when your fever subsides."

"No, I'm stinky." Lu Xingye hooked Ji Mixi's soft fingers with his index finger, "I'll wash faster, okay?"

Is he... acting cute? This thought came to Ji Mixi's mind.

The boy who had lost his sharpness and indifference looked delicate and beautiful, his long eyelashes were drooping, and his fair and handsome face was faintly gloomy.

The sick beautiful boy acted pitifully and coquettishly... Who can withstand this?

Memorial Xi's originally not firm will was shaken.

"Then... I'll help you put down the hot water first."

"My little boy is so good." Lu Xingye's narrow and deep eyes looked straight at Ji Mixi, and the little girl was so embarrassed that she almost trotted into the bathroom.

…

Lu Xingye washed quickly - he was moving fast on weekdays, but the reason he was particularly urgent today was that he was afraid that Memorial Xi would run away.

By the way, I brushed my teeth and even scratched the little blue stubble that appeared.

When he opened the bathroom door, the misty mist scattered everywhere. Lu Xingye wiped his hair with a towel and saw a busy and slender figure at a glance.

Not long after she arrived, the dormitory changed.

She hung up the school uniform and coat he threw away casually. The desk, which was full of miscellaneous items, was neatly summarized. Even the pots of wilted and unscathed meat that Xiao Man had raised were watered and placed on the windowsill, enjoying the sunshine comfortably.

Ji Mixi saw a sweatshirt hanging on the back of the chair, picked it up and folded it, and her wrist was suddenly locked.

"This is Xiao Man's."

"Oh... Then I fold it and put it on his bed." As a commemorative memory of obsessive-compulsive disorder, I really couldn't stand them in the dormitory where they put everything around.

Lu Xingye snatched the clothes from her hand, threw them on Xiao Man's bed, and said proudly: "Don't fold it for him, he doesn't need it."

Memorial Xi: "...Okay."

Then, Lu Xingye picked up a pile of clothes that he had not had time to fold yesterday, "You can only fold my clothes."

Ji Mixi curled her lips, "You are so good at using others."

The high-frequency head was obviously not as clear as usual. Lu Xingye subconsciously said: "I only fold you."

"I think you're so stupid!" Ji Nianxi's ears were hot and she drove the person to lie down.

I was idle, and she sat on both sides of Lu Xingye and folded his clothes.

Shirts, trousers, jackets...

Hey, are these shorts?
Chapter completed!