Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Qin Shiting suddenly laughed when the song whispered his hand and tried to control the tremor in his hand.

“My hand hurts like this, it's not you. What are you shaking?” Qin Shiting asked her.

Nonsense, because this is Qin's hand!

The song didn't say anything, just to help him wrap his hands up, then lift his hand and check it over and over again: “What do you say? Comfortable? If the bag doesn't feel well, I'll repack it. ”

Qin Shiting looked at the hand held by her eyes, and then looked at her heartbroken and careful look. Instead of hurrying to pump her hand back, she looked at her without knowing what started slightly reddish eyes, thought about it, and then took her hand back. It was also nothing to say.

It's too obvious to read a song knowing that you might be acting because it really hurts.

Nice hand wound like this.

She also hurried to pack the medicine box and said, “Don't touch the water these days. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can come to me once a day to get the medicine bandaged. By the way, the weather has been getting warmer lately, and it's not good to wrap your hands like this all the time. This will be the case today. Tomorrow I will go buy some gauze with better ventilation effect, so as not to keep the wound covered inside and affect the healing effect. ”

Qin Shiting sat there and didn't talk, just listened to her.

Until he read the song and stepped on the slippers and ran back to put the medicine box behind him, and then ran back to sit opposite him, he still held the motion of single-handedly resting on the small bar, watching her so anxious to come back and sit down, slightly ticking her lips.

“If you don't want to say why, I don't always ask you.” Sitting across from him, reading a song, watching him wrapped in his flat left hand: "But if you can't come to school in the future, could you give me a call or text me? I was really worried all morning. ”

Qin Shiting's beautiful eyebrow moved slightly: “Are you so worried about me? ”

“Of course, I waited under the tree every day to come with you to the school door. I didn't wait for you this morning. I was in a hurry. Although I felt a little abrupt, I called you, but you never answered, so I simply couldn't get through.” Reading songs from time to time is quite straightforward about the fact that he is anxious because of him, and the emotion that was reasonably pressed yesterday is really a little too much at this moment.

Qin Shiting smiled softly and looked down at his own hand. He lifted his hand and shook it gently twice. He snapped his lip: "The bag is good, it's very professional, Doctor. ”

Knowing that he was flirting with her, but still reading songs was refreshed by the doctor when Qin Shiting said that, just now, his heart ached a little better.

Fortunately, I just hurt my hand, didn't hurt my nerves, skin trauma, just for a few days.

And then the two of them seemed to go back to the point where there was nothing to talk about.

But I don't really want to ask him when he's leaving.

Qin Shiting looked out at this moment. She thought he was going to leave when he had finished his handbag. Thousand of them didn't give up. It was sour and sour, but kept something, but found that she couldn't open this mouth at all.

Could she possibly still say, "Let him stay in her house a little longer?"

It's 9 o'clock this evening, and several villas across the street are uninhabited, so from this point of view, it's black paint outside, only a row of street lights outside the door, and nobody walks around, it's very quiet.

Even if she had the guts, she could have been a girl, but she couldn't say anything.

18-year-old teenage girls, many things are not as straightforward as adulthood, will be curious, will have expectations, but will also have the lust and dare not try.

“That.” She continued in a very brainless way: “Would you like something to drink? ”

Qin Shiting glanced at her. This is a small bar, just next to a wine cabinet, but only a few bottles of Uncle Tai's wine were placed here. The number of degrees was not high. I don't usually drink when reading songs. There are other boxes that are empty.

After saying this, she regretted that two high school students could not sit here and drink the bar. Afraid of his mistake, she quickly said: “There are all kinds of fruit tea in the fridge, drinks, by the way, fruit tea is made by Aunt Xiang. I brought it to school before for you to drink. I remember that you liked it a lot. She would often do it. It tastes better in the fridge after two or three days. Would you like another drink? ”

Perhaps Qin Shiting was also very popular for such a quiet atmosphere on such a night. She didn't rush to leave. She just looked at her eagerly awaited eyes and opened her mouth: “Okay, try it. ”

At least there's still time for fruit tea, which means there's no rush to go!

When I read the song, I got up with a smile and ran into the kitchen to open the refrigerator and make fruit tea. When I was in the kitchen, I remembered the last bowl of leek noodles that Qin Shiting had come to make. For a moment, I felt locked in a blistering bubble and didn't want to go out.

When she finished the fruit tea and brought it out, she saw Qin Shiting still sitting there, but there was an extra book at hand.

It's the medical books she got from the provincial library yesterday. She wasn't home during the day. I think Auntie came by to help her clean up the house and put all the books stacked under the sofa on the little bar.

Knowing that he was just picking it up and looking at it, the heart of the singer jumped a few times at this time.

It's really wonderful to be touched by someone you like with your hands.

She walked over with fruit tea and gently placed the cup next to him: "Taste it. ”

Qin Shiting's eyes fell on the door page of the medical book, without raising her head, she did not rush, and sat directly opposite him. She drank the cup herself first.

I don't know what he's looking at. He seems to be looking at the text on that door page all the time. There aren't many plain words.

She read it yesterday, and it says on the door page of the book is the last words of a famous German doctor who devoted his entire life to the operating table in sickness, which is also the preface to the book.

The German doctor had many achievements and achievements in the recent history of medicine. He was one of the idols of reading songs, but his elderly family had died of illness a few years earlier. The book had also been published more than a decade earlier and was now only a refurbished and reprinted version.

She has seen both the previous and now refurbished versions, so she knows what he's looking at now.

Qin Shiting seemed very serious.

As he drank fruit tea and looked up at him, he finally put the book down, but did not put it back in place. Instead, he moved his gaze away from the book and looked at her: “Can I borrow this book for a look? ”