Under the light, the boy's side face was reflected very clearly, the skin was like a transparent piece of white jade, and the fine fluff on the face could be seen clearly.
Yan Yanqi pursed his lips, then glanced at the wrist of his right hand, nodded, and said, "Okay."
It's healed.
"The gauze on his right hand has long been removed, and the wound has healed, but there is a scab.
Bo Qichen's dark eyes moved, then looked towards her right hand, and then slowly spit out a few words: "Stretch out, I'll take a look." ” Word 7: "" After hesitating for a moment, Yan Yanqi was also afraid that she would provoke this uncle again now, so she raised her hand, and she stretched out her right hand in front of Bo Qichen.
She stood, he sits.
Although Bo Qichen was looking up at her, his aura was simply crushing her rhythm.
"You didn't use the ointment I gave you last time, where did you put it" Bo Qichen glanced at her wrist and asked.
"Eh" Yan Yanqi raised his other hand and touched the bridge of his nose, the seventh master actually knew that she was useless.
"It's in the bedroom."
"I didn't give you two, let's see how the second one is used, don't leave a scar."
Raising his hand, Bo Qichen stretched out his index finger and gently touched the scab of the wound on her wrist.
Suddenly, Yan Yanqi's body trembled, and then he pulled his hand back suddenly.
Bo Qichen frowned, his fingers hanging in the air.
The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward Yan Yanqi pursed his lips and hurriedly explained: "It's a little itchy."
"The wound is scabbed, and if you do touch it, it will itch a little.
Bo Qichen didn't say anything, and withdrew his hand without a trace.
"One last time, remember what I said."
"Yes."
Words should be seven words.
Bo Qichen stood up, walked past her, and walked towards the bathroom, not forgetting to drop three words: "Rest." ” "Seventh Master, good night."
With a sigh of relief, Yan Yanqi strode out of Bo Qichen's room, and then gently closed the door.
Staying with Bo Qichen, the air pressure is a little low.
Entering his room, Yan Yanqi rummaged through the cabinets, took out the ointment that Bo Qichen had given her in the student union before, took a look at it, and put it aside.
She was going to take a shower before applying the ointment.
The frosted door of the bathroom slowly closed, and after a while, the sound of rushing water came to mind, the light sprinkled, and the girl's graceful figure was reflected on the frosted door, a hazy feeling lowered his eyes, glanced at his chest, and pouted, "Being tied to my chest, it seems that I can't grow up." ” Grabbing her wet hair, she sighed depressedly.
If she actually thinks about it, she has never worn a real girl's clothes, skirts or anything like that.
Because what she needs is ease of movement, she can run away or chase people without dragging down her light clothing.
In addition, the identity of a boy is easier to protect herself, so she has been bound almost until she is developing, and now she is still wrapped in several layers of cloth for insurance.
Sometimes it's a little harder to breathe, but it's good to get used to it.
Tomorrow the campus will officially start, and the day after tomorrow, she will be on the stage.
Five thousand meters, it's not a big problem Now, she can stick to it, after all, Little Seventh Master, she is fearless.
She's not the conceited kind of person either, and she hasn't said she's going to be number one.
In addition, there is a long-distance running champion in the second grade mentioned by the seventh master, so she is not running for the first place.
She felt that she had done her best, after all, the strength of the other party was not clear.
It's not that there is no self-confidence, it's that the three views are positive
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