How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

At 8:30 p.m. Beijing time, Lu Jiaheng was standing at the entrance of Chu Garden's anti-theft door with an electric blanket in his hand. His black hair was wet and his lips were slightly pursed, like a puppy abandoned by his owner.

Chuichi also stood at the door, looking at him hesitantly.

As she watched his face, she cautiously said, "Electric blankets work well too?"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng gave a "huh" sound.

Chuchi was a little helpless. After thinking about it, he ran back into the room. After a while, he pulled out an electric heater and pushed it in front of him: "My grandparents sometimes use this, I also lent you, you put it next to the bed, just like there is heating."

Lu Jiaheng had nothing to say.

Just now, Chuichi even gave him a stack of dozens of warm baby, a hand warmer, and a hot water bottle.

This is really intimate.

Hatsuri looked up at him and looked at him again. He was very uneasy.

Now in mid-December, it snowed yesterday. It can be said that it is the coldest time so far. There is no heating in this weather, and the room is really terrible.

And this person does have a fever.

Chuichi was a little bit intolerant.

Lu Jiaheng said nothing, and quietly took the electric blanket and electric heater she handed over and dragged her to the door.

There was no heating in the corridor, the security door opened, and cold wind poured in. At the beginning, Zhili only wore a cotton nightdress, and could not help but shrink his shoulders and shivered.

Lu Jiaheng was flushed and nodded slightly: "Then you should go to bed early, and the quilt is covered at night, don't catch a cold."

Chuichi: "..."

Hakuchi's conscience hurts.

She frowned and stood at the door with hesitation, feeling that she was suffering.

The man lowered his head slightly and dragged the electric heater out of the door. The corridor was quiet and silent, and the cold marble floor was light.

Lu Jiaheng walked two steps forward without looking back. He heard a slight noise from the security door behind him, followed by slight resistance.

He turned back.

Chuichi walked out of the door with one leg, holding the doorknob in one hand, holding the wire of the electric heater in one hand, leaning his head slightly to not look at him, revealing the red ears on one side, "Come in."

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak, looked at her sideways, and blinked slowly.

Quiet for a moment, Chuchi turned his head, and his black eyes appeared bright and slightly embarrassed under the slightly dim light of the corridor: "You can't enter."

Lu Jiaheng asked: "Uncle and aunt--"

He didn’t mention it, but when he mentioned it, his ears were redder, as if he had really done something bad: "Not at home..."

Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips, holding the electric blanket and dragged him back into the room.

He made it for himself all afternoon, and now he has a real fever. Although it is not very high, he does feel that his mind is a little bit up.

He closed the door with his hand back, stood at the entrance of the porch and stared down at her.

The room was very quiet, only you guessed the slight rustling of the fluffy tail sweeping across the carpet.

Chuichi lowered his eyes and said softly, "Only today."

Lu Jiaheng looked at his soft hair, with a soft fluff under the light.

"Uh." He said softly.

"You pay the heating bill tomorrow."

Lu Jiaheng smiled: "I will go back to school with you tomorrow."

Obviously it was a very normal sentence. I don’t know why, but Hakuchi felt an indescribable weird feeling, and his face was hot as if he had been infected with a fever.

Chuichi felt more and more strange.

She cleared her throat and dragged the heater back into the room.

There are three rooms and one living room in Houchori's family. One room is usually empty. Occasionally, grandparents come over, and the room has not been occupied for a long time. Although it has been cleaned all the time, it still has a little old, dusty smell.

Lu Jiaheng sat on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Chu Zhi's arms holding quilt pillows, going in and out.

He leaned his elbows on the sofa arm and supported the brow bone with one hand: "What are you doing?"

"Help you change the quilt cover," Chuichi tossed from room to room without looking at him. "There are sheets,"

With a powdered white quilt in her hand, she moved from one room to another, frowning seriously and educating him, seriously: "Have a fever and wear so little to stand at the door, so cold weather If you don’t pay the heating fee, the antipyretics will expire. What's wrong with you?"

Lu Jiaheng looked at her little figure with her jaw bracing, and smiled lazily: "Well, I was not careful."

Hatsuri stared at him and walked away holding the pillow.

She just left, Lu Jiaheng's mobile phone vibrated, Cheng Yi's big voice still had a strong lethality, thunder and thunder, as if it could penetrate the eardrum: "Lu Jiaheng, your uncle, will you not come back?"

Lu Jiaheng had a burning sensation in his throat, and his voice was not right, but his tone sounded with a leisurely pleasure: "No, you are free."

Cheng Yi hasn't had time to respond, he has hung up the phone.

Cheng Yi looked at the hung-up phone, dumbfounded: "This forced coat is not worn, where did he go?"

Cheng Yi sent Chuzhi back once before, knowing that her family is also in this community. Although I don’t know the specifics, I basically want to get Lu Jiaheng to find her.

He shrunk his shoulders so coldly that he went out and fell on the door of his house, and as he went downstairs, he scolded the scum of Jiaheng who was a light-hearted friend.

Lu Jiaheng sneezed two times across a ceiling and a floor.

Before finishing, Chuichi came out of the room and walked back to the lights.

Lu Jiaheng opened her mouth slightly, watched her bypass the sofa, and came to him, leaning on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, leaning close, and the soft and cool little hand gently covered his hot forehead.

She was a little above him, covering the living room with light shadows, and it seemed to circle him all over the sofa.

Lu Jiaheng sat back on the sofa, his muscles stretched slightly, and he didn't dare to move.

He first touched his forehead, tried it carefully for a while, and then touched his own. It seemed that there was no way to tell. He frowned slightly and raised his head a little: "It still seems a little hot."

Lu Jiaheng's throat knot rolled, his eyes slightly raised, looking at her from bottom to top: "Uh."

His voice was low and dumb, it sounded very different from usual, mixed with a little bit of something else.

Churi lowered his eyes, just hitting his dark peach blossom eyes.

The corners of his eyes were a little red, dark and deep, and the bottom of his eyes was dark, and his sight seemed to have a specific temperature, which released him through the eyes because of the high temperature of the fever.

It was only when Chuichi realized that she was a little closer, and it looked as if she had pressed him against the sofa.

She quickly withdrew her hand and straightened up, taking a step back in a hurry.

Behind was the coffee table. As soon as she stepped back, her knees and legs hit the coffee table and sulked.

The hard log coffee table was rubbed back slightly, and it wasn't too light for Cun Jin'er to hit it like this. The first pain was heard, and the tears came out.

It seemed that she had just hit the rib of the leg socket. Her left leg bent a bit, and the pain was accompanied by a burst of numbness.

Lu Jiaheng responded very quickly, and straightened up straight away, opened her arms vainly, and looked at her with her eyebrow locked: "Does it hurt?"

Chuchi didn't speak, bowed his head and bent his legs, stood there for a while, and waited for the pain to ease slowly.

In fact, the pain that I had just hit was much better, and it was much better after it was relieved. At first I shook my head and slowly bent my knees: "It's okay, it's not very painful." She said and stood up straight , "I'll pour you a glass of water, you take the medicine and go to sleep."

Lu Jiaheng sighed, didn't wait for her to take two steps, raised her hand to grab her arm and pulled the person back: "I'll go, you sit down for a while," he stood up, grabbed his wrist with one hand, buckled her shoulder with one hand Pressed into the sofa, lowered his eyes and looked a little helpless, "How do you risk it?"

Chuichi rubbed his leg socket and glared at him with his head upset: "It's not because you are so close!"

The moment she finished speaking, it reacted. This time it really has nothing to do with him, she is relying on her own.

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows and undoubtedly picked up the pot that fell from the sky. He smiled softly and apologized apologetically: "Well, sorry."

At the beginning, his face was flushed, and he didn't know what to say. He raised his hand and grabbed his earlobe. Don't look away: "Hurry up and go to bed..."

Lu Jiaheng didn't move.

After being quiet for a while, she couldn't help raising her head again and urged him softly: "You are going."

He stood in front of her, his eyes drooping, his eyes heavy, but still immobile.

Chuchi had to speak again, only to spit out a word of you, Lu Jiaheng suddenly leaned down.

He stretched out his long arms against the sofa cushions, bent his long legs, kneeled down on the sofa beside her, and the whole person bowed down to circle her between himself and the sofa.

The first gardener was startled, his legs didn't hurt anymore, and he lifted his hands subconsciously against his chest.

He had a very high temperature, and the skin temperature on his chest ironed her palm through the thin white shirt lining. He first shook his head and reached back in a hurry.

You guessed that she had already slid back into the room madly for a little temper, and there was silence in the quiet living room. The two were so close that they could only hear each other's breathing.

His first breath was stagnant, and his heartbeat even seemed to stop for a while.

Her little hand was hanging on his chest, neither pushing nor releasing, trembling with anxiety, "What are you doing!"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his head slightly: "Implement the charges."

At first glance: "What?"

He pressed down on his upper body again, and the whole person moved closer together, pressing down with a scorching breath on his body: "Confirm the crime of being close to you."

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his chest twitched, and he smiled lowly.

"I apologize for having to do something."

She is all red.

From cheeks to auricles, to slender necks, and even a little slender collarbone exposed outside the collar of pajamas.

Maybe it is because the location is too ambiguous and sensitive at this time, maybe it is a close distance.

Her black eyes were wide, her small soft hands grasped the shirt cloth on his chest, and the force of pushing him was negligibly small.

Lu Jiaheng's eyes deepened.

He seems to have never been ill since he remembered. He feels very unfamiliar with a fever and a cold. At this time, he feels that his thoughts are a bit ambiguous, and seems to be extremely clear.

He closed his eyes slightly, his head lowered, his lips were hot and dry, and he didn't care about what he painted on his mouth. He licked his lips, breathing out in a low, restrained and restrained voice, like What are you doing?

The scorching gas swept his breath, and the person under him shivered slightly, shrinking to hide.

Lu Jiaheng's other hand also passed through her ear and touched the sofa, his knees rubbed a little forward, slowly said: "I had a question before I could finish it,"

His voice was slightly tense, and he looked down at her with a low bow, with a little imperceptible caution and tension hidden in his eyes: "Xiao Zhizi, do you want to be my girlfriend?"