She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 121

"It will be even worse if you wear this shirt again." Jing Xing said lightly, he pointed to the sweater she was wearing, and said, "Take off the shirt inside, just wear this."

"..." Lin Qingyou moved her hand to the edge of her clothes, and then gestured to the outside of the door, "Then you go out first, and you can come in after I finish changing."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked out noncommittally, and closed the door behind him.

Lin Qingyou took off her sweater and bow tie, probably to take care of the female students who like to dress up. There is also a mirror on the wall of the single room, which is still gold-rimmed.

Lin Qingyou walked over, took off her shirt, and looked at her back in the mirror. There was also a dense patch of small red spots. Although it was not as serious as the neck, it looked about the same.

Ah... this is really a disaster.

She sighed a little depressed, turned around and put Jing Xing's sweater on again, then opened the door with a raised head, letting Jing Xing in.

Lin Qingyou didn't have the habit of tying her hair. Her soft, waist-length hair had always been hanging behind her head, but now that she was going to apply ointment, she had to tie her hair up. She didn't bring a leather rope, and there was nothing useful around her. .

Jing Xing glanced around, his eyes finally fell on her canvas shoes.

"..." Lin Qingyou stepped back, stared at him expressionlessly, and said, "Don't try to untie my shoelaces."

Jing Xing laughed because of her words: "I won't tear it down."

He leaned over to pick up the bow tie she had thrown aside, and tugged at the two long ribbons hanging down below. The bow tie was quickly torn apart by him, turning into a thin red rope.

"But this is not tight." Lin Qingyou pinched the red string with two fingers, and tugged tentatively, but it really didn't have any elasticity.

"Let's make a loose buckle." Jing Xing said as he took the red rope from her hand, motioning her to turn sideways.

"Are you coming?" Lin Qingyou saw that he was planning to do it himself, so she quickly said, "Give it to me, I will do it myself."

She suddenly remembered the fear of being pressed on the head by him and frantically rubbing the scalp with a towel.

"No, don't move." The boss was obviously very confident and avoided her hand.

"..." Lin Qingyou was caught off guard.

The hair of the little glutinous rice dumpling was very soft, and it was as slippery as silk when held in his hands. Jing Xing bit one end of the ribbon, with black eyes hanging down, and carefully helped her tie her hair.

Lin Qingyou raised her head, her angle was just right enough to see his profile from the mirror hanging on the wall.

The young man lifted his chin slightly, biting a red ribbon at the corner of his lips, drooping his dark eyelashes, his focused and indifferent eyes fell on the movements of his hands.

When he is serious, his face is often expressionless. His dark eyes seem to be covered with a thin layer of cold water mist, and he seems to have a sudden sense of distance.

Lin Qingyou stared at him for a while, and had to admit that Jing Xing really looked... like a dog.

"Looking at me?" Jing Xing suddenly raised his head, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes were slightly pulled playfully.

"Ah," Lin Qingyou met his gaze abruptly, froze for a moment, then lowered her head, and quickly retorted, "I didn't peek, I was just thinking about something."

Jing Xing's ending sound raised slightly: "What are you thinking?"

Without even thinking about it, she said, "I think you look like a dog..."

　Ah... I got stuck, and I typed a hundred words in two hours. In order to find the feeling of being in love, I went to the clothing store to find a plastic model and held hands (_`) for fear that others would treat me as a pervert. I didn't dare to hold the hand of a suit model, so I found a small model in the children's clothing area, and finally found that holding hands doesn't feel like... The calvin is still a card T_T
　　
　
(End of this chapter)