She is so delicate

Chapter 62 God’s delicate treasure

Luo Chen looked in the direction of the mobile phone with a blank expression. When he saw who it was, his brows instantly frowned.

He raised his hand and scratched his head with a timid tone.

"Brother Zhou, I actually wanted to take a picture of my sister. I didn't expect you to turn your head suddenly. I really didn't mean to take a picture of you."

Qi Zhou looked at the screen and saw no change in his eyebrows.

The slightly cold fingertips gently rubbed the smooth edge of the phone, found WeChat, sent the photo to herself, and then erased the traces.

His expression was as calm as if nothing had happened.

"The photo is really ugly." He threw the phone back into Luo Chen's arms with a disgusted expression, put his hands in his pockets casually and walked away.

Luo Chen took the phone in panic.

When he opened his phone to look at the photo album, the photos were gone.

Luo Chen instantly frowned and was about to cry without tears.

"Brother, are the photos ugly? Show me quickly." Luo Zhi turned his gaze away from Qi Zhou's figure and looked at Luo Chen, urging him expectantly.

"Ah, this..." Luo Chen looked a little embarrassed, "I didn't hold my phone steady just now and the picture was blurry. Brother, I'll take a new picture for you."

"Is that so?" Luo Zhi blinked and whispered.

Although she was doubtful, she didn't delve too deeply into it.

……

Broken bones for a hundred days.

Although Luo Zhi didn't hurt his muscles or bones, he was still bored at home for more than ten days under Luo Chen's various coercive pleas.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the first day of school at NTU.

Luo Zhi looked at Luo Chen busying with her and mumbling instructions. She looked helpless and raised her hand to rub her eyebrows.

While Luochen was walking past her, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, please stop working."

He pulled his clothes out of the room and closed the door.

"Little sister, are you okay? I have to help you pack your things." Luo Chenning frowned, her tone filled with blame.Luo Zhi's head hurt even more when he heard this.

"My good brother, just sit down and sit down."

Luo Zhi held his shoulders and pushed him down on the sofa, trying his best to persuade him, "Your sister is no longer a two or three-year-old child."

"You can take care of yourself, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Luo Chen raised his head and pursed his lips as he looked at Luo Zhi with moist eyes, "Sister, do you dislike my brother and think I'm annoying?"

He raised his hands to cover his eyes.

His whole body exuded a low and sad atmosphere of loss.

"It's all my fault, brother, for getting in my sister's eyes. Brother, I'm apologizing to you just because I hope you won't be angry and start a cold war with me."

Seeing this, Luo Zhi raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead.

This suffocating operation has happened again.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I'm deeply aware of my mistake." Luo Zhi closed his eyes in despair and said in a dry tone.

"I suddenly feel that I am still a delicate baby who needs careful care from my parents, so please help me continue to pack my things."

God damn Jiaojiao.

After Luo Zhi said this, he wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Okay sister, brother will help you organize it perfectly." Luochen's expression changed instantly, he jumped up and walked quickly towards her room.

Looking at Luo Chen's jubilant figure, Luo Zhi looked extremely helpless. Why hadn't she discovered that Luo Chen actually had sand sculpture attributes hidden in his body before?
She walked around to the sofa and sat down, lying limply on the soft cushions, staring at the ceiling and thinking quietly.

Could it be because of the congratulations?

It is said that those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to vermilion are red.

Could it be that his daily interactions inspired his charlatan gene?

The more Luo Zhi thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was very reasonable.

(End of this chapter)