She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 123 Bad Posture (Monthly Pass Plus!)
Half a second was not enough for her to think so much, the body's subconscious reaction was always one step ahead of her brain, and when she came to her senses, Jing Xing had been pulled over by her and brought down on the hospital bed.

Fortunately, his reaction was relatively quick, and he raised his hand to support her sideways, without pressing on her.

Lin Qingyou spent three seconds recalling carefully what good deed she had done just now. First, Jing Xing came over suddenly, and then she was startled, and started to back up. When she backed up, her body She lost her balance, so she wanted to grab something.

Hmm...so, what did she end up grabbing? ? ?
Lin Qingyou hesitated for half a second, then looked down. In her hand was a dark gray plaid tie, which was being pulled tightly by her. Because of too much force, she even made several folds on the tie.

Jing Xing was the one who was dragged by her and was directly brought down by this tie.

"..." Lin Qingyou felt guilty for a moment, let go of her hand in a hurry, and then spread her two front paws like a kitten that has done something wrong, put it next to her head, and said "it wasn't me just now" gesture.

She really didn't mean it.

Jing Xing's hand was propped on her side, and he seemed a little dazed, he didn't get up until Lin Qingyou started to push him uncomfortably, and said to cover up: "...Get up quickly."

This... bad posture.

Jing Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at her condescendingly for a while.

Lin Qingyou's spine started to shudder when he saw him, and when he wondered if he had dragged him into a fool, Jing Xing finally stood up slowly, and said, "It's all in vain."

"Huh?" She blinked, puzzled.

What was painted in vain?

Jing Xing smoothly pulled her up from the hospital bed, raised his chin towards her neck, and said, "I mean, the ointment I applied to you just now."

Lin Qingyou turned her head to look: "..."

The ointment was all on the bed sheet, but there was not much left on the neck.

Yes, after more than ten years of hard work, I returned to before liberation.

"At the same table, I think you should reflect on yourself. If you hadn't come over suddenly, I wouldn't have looked back." She said.

Jing Xing took over the small medicine bottle that had just been thrown at the end of the bed, and said, "I leaned over, so you just pulled my tie?"

"If you don't come over, I can grab your tie?" Lin Qingyou reversed the order of his words again.

"So," Jing Xing's ending sounded slightly hooked, and he reapplied the ointment to the area where she was allergic, "Why are you pulling my tie?"

"So," Lin Qingyou also imitated his tone, and kicked the sentence back like a football, "Why did you come here?"

Jing Xing laughed, didn't speak, helped her reapply the ointment in his hands unhurriedly, threw the small medicine bottle to the end of the bed, stood in front of her and looked down at her.

Little Nuomi Duanzi shrugged her head and sat listlessly on the edge of the bed. Her frame was thin and her body didn't have much flesh. She was covered with a loose sweater, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. The sleeve down to the wrist did not know when it fell down, only a small section of slender fingers were exposed.

The hospital bed was so high that she couldn't step on the ground when she sat on it, and her two white legs were swinging back and forth under the dark gray pleated skirt, looking like a child who didn't grow up.

(End of this chapter)