his little warmth

Chapter 125
In classrooms.

Jiang Nuanxing paused for a moment, then raised her eyelashes and looked out the door as if she suddenly sensed something.

But there was nothing there.

The boy who was listening to her lecture also looked out the door in confusion, with a confused look on his face: "Classmate Jiang, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Jiang Nuanxing looked away, feeling disappointed for a moment.

She thought it was Cheng Mu who came to find her, but it turned out not to be the case.

Jiang Nuanxing is not the kind of girl who makes trouble without reason. When she saw Cheng Mu surrounded by girls just now, she was really angry.

But when she walked through a long corridor, blew a few gusts of cool breeze, and then returned to the classroom to drink some water, the anger in her heart dissipated somewhat.

Because, actually, when you calm down and think about it, there are many reasons that can help Cheng Mu excuse himself.

In the past, when the two of them sat at the same table, Cheng Mu would often sleep leaning on a chair. His school uniform was unzipped and opened immodestly to expose his belly. Jiang Nuanxing was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she helped him cover him with clothes.

He may have just changed his shift and hasn't adjusted to his habits yet. In his sleep, he thought she was covering it for him, so he didn't refuse.

Besides, those girls were just surrounding him and didn't do anything.

She may have been too angry.

It’s just that little girls are delicate, especially girls in love.

Cheng Mu usually dotes on Jiang Nuanxing very much. Although he is not angry now, he still needs to be coaxed.

Jiang Nuanxing pursed her lips, glanced outside the door again, and whispered in frustration: "Why won't he come even if he comes to explain?"

The boy who was giving the lecture saw that she was frequently distracted, so he couldn't help but move closer to look at her face, and asked with concern.

"Classmate Jiang, you look a little bad. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Nuanxing's almond-shaped eyes were slightly rounded, and she distanced herself from him: "This classmate, I'm fine, don't get so close to me."

The boy paused slightly and looked a little sad: "Classmate Jiang, I am not this classmate. I introduced myself to you just now. My name is Liu Liang."

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing really didn't remember his name. He was silent for a while before he realized what he was saying: "Oh, classmate Liu, I'm sorry."

The boy scratched his head and said, "It's okay. This is the first time we've met. It's normal if you don't remember my name. We will become familiar with each other in the future."

after?
Jiang Nuanxing seemed to understand something and interrupted him.

"If there are any questions that you don't know how to solve in the future, I will write you the solution process, and you don't have to ask me again."

"...Huh?" The boy was stunned.

Jiang Nuanxing looked at him, and said seriously, "I'm afraid my boyfriend will misunderstand when he sees it."

Liu Liang's ears turned a little red when his little thoughts were exposed. He said a few words of "good" and sat back down in his seat with the book in hand.

Ling Huan, who was playing with his cell phone next to him, heard the commotion and raised his head and joked.

"Oh, this little boy's heart is about to be broken to pieces. We Nuanxing are still guarding each other for someone."

Jiang Nuanxing's eyelashes trembled slightly and she clenched her pen tightly, "I'm not doing it for him."

"I just want to avoid some simple misunderstandings."

Ling Huan was full of smiles, so he simply changed the subject.

"Then why did you come back with a blushing face just after delivering breakfast to Cheng Mu? I'm afraid it wasn't because of him..."

The words behind it are self-explanatory. Ling Huan acted like a veteran driver, just wanting to make the little girl blush.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ling Huan saw Jiang Nuanxing closing her mouth tightly, even the corners of her lips dropped.

"What... what's wrong?"

The pen in his hand drew a curved line on the paper.

Jiang Nuanxing didn't answer, and then stood up, his soft voice with a hint of anger.

"I'm going to find him again!"

(End of this chapter)