Sweetheart, don't run

Chapter 15 She Carried Jiang Lan's Photos With Her
Now he seems to be addicted to that thing, his hand is injured, it is not easy to unbutton his clothes, and then it will be her clothes that will suffer, and he will tear them up unceremoniously!

"..."

After getting dressed, Lin Shuya pushed him away, lowered her head, and gently untied her braids. The silk-like jet-black hair fell down her shoulders, reflecting her fair and delicate facial features, which was so beautiful.

Luo Zhan's pupils tightened as he watched, and the flames in his body burned instantly.

He just stared at her blankly. She was arranging the books beside the bed when something slipped. Before Lin Shuya had time to pick it up, he bent down to pick it up before she could pick it up. Sparks of anger burst out in his eyes, and he took the photo. Hold it tightly in your hands.

Lin Shuya knew what he was angry about, her eyes were flat.

It was given to her by the gossip Xu Mengru, a photo of Jiang Lan playing ball, many girls in the school have it, what she didn't want, Xu Mengru put it in her book.

She almost forgot.

"You like Jiang Lan that much? Do you take his photo with you?" He crumpled the photo and threw it under his feet, stomping hard, stomping hard.

His behavior was a little childish, like a beloved toy being stolen.

He couldn't bear Lin Shuya's indifference towards him the most. Right now she was silent, no matter what he said or did, she was like an outsider.

He stomped his feet angrily.

Why didn't she just look at him more.

The atmosphere was very quiet, so quiet that he could almost hear her crying, her back was facing him, her slender shoulders were trembling, she was indeed crying.

Luo Zhan hurried over, sat down beside her, leaned his head close to her, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying? I didn't touch you."

I saw her flipping through a torn book. The book looked brand new, but it was torn.

"If the book is rotten, I'll just buy you another one. As for crying, it will rot if you cry." Luo Zhan flipped the cover of the book.

He wrote down Xi Murong's poetry anthology and wanted to buy her a brand new one.

Lin Shuya didn't take his words seriously. How could a bad student who didn't study but only knew how to fight feel the pain of his beloved book being torn to pieces.

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, let's go together." Before she could respond, Luo Zhan yawned and lay on the bed.

The bed was made of wooden boards, extremely hard, and his back hurt so badly, and the space was so small, Luo Zhan slept uncomfortable and kept turning over to find a more comfortable position. Unexpectedly, the wooden bed clicked from the middle disconnected.

Things get awkward!

Lin Shuya looked at the bed in distress, her little face was full of resentment.

Luo Zhan's face was full of embarrassment, he scratched his head and said, "You can't blame me, this board is not strong."

He is 1.8 meters, the plank is only two-thirds of his length, how can he be blamed? !
Lin Shuya glanced at the wooden planks erected on the wall, and motioned for him to move them over and lay them on.

She just sleeps on these wooden boards? !
Luo Zhan didn't know what it was like, so he could only move the wooden plank over and lay it on the ground, and spread the sheets before lying on it carefully.

He is uncomfortable sleeping as a boy, not to mention she is a girl who sleeps on these broken wooden boards every day, is she so poor that she doesn't even have the money to buy a bed?

It seems that she is really poor!
Luo Zhan hugged her tightly in his arms, put his arms under her head as a pillow, and tried his best not to let her sleep on too many planks. Therefore, the sleeping position of the two was that Lin Shuya was almost pressed against each other. on him.

(End of this chapter)