His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

When Jiang Lingzhi returned to the classroom with a cup of water, he happened to see the same table with one hand pulling the schoolbag down.

It was quite early.

Jiang Lingzhi retracted his gaze, walked over, sat down on the seat, put the water glass on the table, turned his face and asked him, "Is the cold better?"

Li Shunan leaned loosely against the wall, raised his eyes, and let out a faint "um".

His cold is not completely healed, and his voice is still slightly nasal.

Jiang Lingzhi glanced around and found that no one noticed this, so he hooked his finger at him: "Come here."

Li Shu Nanqing raised his eyebrows, slightly lowered his figure, and approached her obediently: "What?"

Jiang Lingzhi raised his hand, touched his forehead lightly with his fingertips, then touched his forehead again, and compared the temperature: "It seems that the fever is gone."

Her fingertips were icy cold, and the distance narrowed in an instant.

"Well," behind the black mask, the young man stared at her with deep brows and a faint smile in his voice: "Thanks to our family, Zhizhi."

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

His voice was a little dumb, and the two low-pitched words came out of his mouth, and they were inexplicably lingering.

Why does this name seem to change its flavor when it reaches his mouth.

Jiang Ling knew a little unnaturally and turned away, and coughed slightly, his heartbeat was a little loud: "Why are you saying that suddenly?"

Li Shunan raised his eyebrows, then leaned back, and tuned in his voice: "No refutation, that's our house."

"..."

Jiang Ling knew that this humanity was too deep.

The constant sorrows are completely overwhelming.

Jiang Ling knew it for a while, then glanced at his empty desktop: "Have you done your homework?"

Li Shunan said calmly: "...No."

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes and thought for a while: "Are you going to take the class seriously?"

Li Shunan put his elbows on the table and looked at her lazily: "What do you think?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

"Then you don't do homework or go to class, why are you here at school? Why don't you have a good rest at home."

"I don't have you at home." Li Shunan leaned slantingly there, like a slouchy young master: "Not yet, I want to take a look at you."

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

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The morning class passed all at once.

Li Shunan probably had a bad cold, so he lay down on the table to rest, breathing heavily.

Jiang Ling knew that he was not attending class anyway, he might as well rest at home, because lying here is not comfortable at all.

After class bell rang.

Jiang Lingzhi put the pen away, raised his hand and pushed the person to wake up: "You go home and sleep. It's very uncomfortable to fall asleep here."

There are not many people in the classroom.

Only then did Li Shunan wake up, raised his hand, rubbed the bridge of his straight nose, and sat up straight: "get out of class is over? Going to eat?"

Jiang Lingzhi had a meal with his fingers as he sorted out the books, and turned his face to look at him: "I won't eat with you today, I'm going to find Wen Yujing, and I will go to the club after dinner."

Li Shunan raised his eyebrows, then leaned his back against the wall, and looked at her with half-folded eyelids, his tone languid and slow: "Think for yourself, how long have you not eaten with me?"

"..."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Ling knew that he was inexplicably guilty, and after thinking about it, it seemed that he hadn't eaten with him for a long time at school.