His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Ling realized something was wrong: "Are you still sleeping? Why is your voice so dumb?"

Li Shunan seemed to be asleep still, not very awake: "Well, my throat hurts a bit."

Jiang Ling knew he couldn't sit still anymore: "Did you catch a cold?"

In the recent season, the temperature difference between day and night is large, which is the peak period of influenza.

"Little things."

His tone was too indifferent, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Jiang Lingzhi's tone was not consciously dissatisfied: "Aren't you going to go to the hospital for a visit?"

Li Shunan chuckled, his voice hoarse: "You don't need to go to the hospital if you catch a little cold."

"Then at home, can you do it by yourself?" Jiang Lingzhi walked directly out of the classroom, with a serious tone: "You stay still, I will come to you now."

Li Shunan was silent for a moment, with a faint smile in his voice, and said slowly: "Okay, I am waiting for you to find me."

Take the bus to the old town.

After Jiang Lingzhi got off the car, he went directly to his house.

Opened the door with the key.

The living room was in the same mess as when she left yesterday. Before she had time to sort it out, the beer can fell all over the floor.

The whole living room smelled of wine.

Jiang Lingzhi opened the door and walked into Li Shunan's bedroom.

The curtains in the bedroom are drawn, the lights are not turned on, and the light is a little dark.

Jiang Lingzhi walked over and whispered his name: "Asu?"

The person on the bed is not moving at all.

Jiang Lingzhi bent down, put his hands on the bed, and took a look.

The back of his hand was resting on his forehead, his eyes were lightly closed, his eyelashes drooping like crow feathers, as if he was asleep again, the phone was resting on the pillow, his cheeks were flushed unnaturally.

The situation does not seem right.

Jiang Lingzhi stretched out a small hand and probed his forehead temperature.

The temperature is scary.

Jiang Lingzhi patted his cheek lightly: "Ashu, Li Shunan."

Li Shunan's beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, his throat was a little sore, and his lips were severely dry.

The girl's soft shout came from her ear, which was close to her ear.

For a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

She had been calling him with such a soft voice last night.

With a crying voice, he tortured him all night.

"Do you want to drink water?" Jiang Lingzhi asked him softly.

Li Shunan's eyes closed slightly, her Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he raised his hand, clasped her wrist, and pulled the person over with his palm.

Jiang Ling knew he was caught off guard and fell to him, his wrist was pressed against his chest, unable to move at all.

Lifting his eyes, his gaze was exactly on the line of his Adam's apple that was close at hand.

Jiang Ling knew that he wanted to retreat subconsciously, and the next second, the action stopped again: "You are sick, let's go to the hospital."

Li Shunan's scorching breath fell, very close to her, and enveloped in front of her.

He got closer and closer, breathing behind her ears little by little.

It is shallow and hot, but it is impossible to ignore.

Glide slowly over, bringing up a tiny current.

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes and met his eyes.

I have even forgotten the current situation.

"When will I torture me?" His voice was a little dumb, with a slight nasal sound, and it was inexplicably low.

The girl was wearing a school uniform, and her neckline was pulled down slightly, revealing the small half of her shoulder and the delicate collarbone.

Her skin is too white, and the red marks are more obvious.

Li Shunan's eyes were obviously darker again.

Raising her hand, gently rubbed her fingertips on her collarbone.