Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

The heat in his palm made her whole body feel uncomfortable, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it even tighter, as if she was bound to get a result before letting go.

"It's okay, I just touched it accidentally." Lin Jiyue gave a random reason.

"Tell the truth!" Zhuang Licheng saw through her at a glance, "Is it that day..."

"No! No!" Lin Jiyue suddenly raised her voice unconsciously, and she felt that she was trying to hide it, so she lowered her head in a muffled voice.

After the dispute that day, she returned to the dormitory only to find that she did not know when she had pulled out a gash, and it was neither painful nor itchy. It was only when she got wet in the shower that she felt the heartache. Usually, as long as you don't touch it, it won't hurt much. Occasionally, it will cause a little pain when you pull something, which is easily forgotten by her.

Zhuang Licheng narrowed his eyes and stared at Lin Jiyue for a while, but after all, he didn't expose her, pushed her to sit on the sofa, and brought her a first-aid kit.

"I'm fine, don't bother..."

"Shut up if you don't want festering."

Zhuang Licheng's words successfully blocked her next refusal, and she sat quietly on the sofa watching him lower his head to tidy up her wound.

His person is cold, but the temperature on his body makes Lin Jiyue, who is cold in body temperature, feel scorching hot. Zhuang Licheng gently holds his hand, and the cotton swab dipped in the medicine gently slides and rolls on the scar. The coldness entering the skin was in stark contrast to the temperature of his palm. Lin Jiyue could only feel the two waves of temperature flowing through her body, making her a little dizzy.

The shadow of Zhuang Licheng's silhouette under the crystal lamp is more vivid and profound. His sharp eyes are focused on her wound. Looking at it from Lin Jiyue's perspective, he finds that his eyes are narrow and long, with slightly raised corners. Such eyes It has always been charming, perhaps because of its demagogic flavor concealed by the cold temperament on weekdays.

"Your eyes are so beautiful..." She subconsciously said what was in her heart.

Zhuang Licheng was stunned by his actions, such words made him lose his mind for a moment.

Raising his eyes very slowly, he met Lin Jiyue's eyes. Under the dim yellow light, his eyes were deep and boundless, as if they contained a dark vortex, and were sweeping her soul with a powerful storm.

Lin Jiyue's heart was beating crazily, beating almost suffocatingly. It's not like she didn't feel this way before. If she recalled it, that feeling had been slowly covered with dust over time. Gently sliding over the dusty little box, revealing the original style of the little box.

The distance was getting closer and closer, Zhuang Licheng approached her at an extremely slow speed, with some unknown meaning in his sharp eyes, the scorching breath blowing on her body penetrated into every pore of her little by little.

Lin Jiyue trembled all over, without retreating or hiding, with a little expectation that she couldn't explain, she slowly closed her eyes, her heart was like thunder.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a servant-like person walked in.

"Eldest Young Master!" Just as he was about to say something, his voice stopped instantly when he saw the appearance of the two people in the room.

Lin Jiyue's face was unusually red, and she was sitting on the sofa with Zhuang Licheng, her eyes were a little distracted, and something seemed wrong.

Oops, he immediately realized that his sudden intrusion might have interrupted the young master's good deeds?