National Male God's Favorite: Kiss Goodbye, Sweetheart

Chapter 80 My bed, you only need to be responsible for messing it up
"Why are you so nervous? I won't eat you." Beixingcheng looked at Liang Nuannuan's reaction very interestingly, why did she always feel that she saw her eyes as if she saw a hungry wolf.

It was as if the other party could pounce on her and eat her anytime, anywhere.

"That's not necessarily true." Liang Nuannuan glanced at him, she still hasn't forgotten the shadow of being bitten by him last night.

Bei Xingchen raised his eyebrows, "I can't see that you are quite enlightened."

Liang Nuannuan looked away, with a sullen face, she just wanted to get away from the clutches of the guardians of Peking University.

This person is terrible.

Liang Nuannuan had just walked a few steps, when she suddenly thought of something, she couldn't help but stop, and said hesitantly, "You...your bed..."

Looking at the little girl's back, Bei Xingchen couldn't help smiling, and the corner of his mouth slid into a meaningful arc, "I've already found someone to change it, after all, the mattress is already wet."

Liang Nuan Nuan froze for a moment, her small face was tangled and wrinkled together, the mattress was wet? ? ?
How much blood did she put, God can't see that she can put so much blood without anemia?

"Go back, you're only responsible for messing up my bed, you don't need to clean it up." Bei Xingchen said this lightly, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Liang Nuannuan suddenly felt that this sentence was strange, she blinked her eyes at a loss, and when she turned her head, the bathroom door had been tightly closed.

What do you mean...you are only responsible for messing up...

Liang Nuannuan shook her head, shook off her strange thoughts, and trot into her room.

She threw the changed clothes into the washing machine, and it will take a while to wash them.

Liang Nuannuan sat next to the bookshelf in the room, reached out and touched his forehead, the temperature on his forehead was just right, obviously it was no longer burning.

Looking at Bei Xingchen's current state of mind, he always felt that they would be able to continue their military training in about two days.

Liang Nuannuan took a slight breath, as long as she thought about going to military training, she would think of that silver-haired boy Mo Xun, and then by the way, she would think of that girl who only appeared in her hallucinations, Xuemo.

The conversation she heard in the hospital that day would resurface in her mind, "Xuemo has been dead for two years."

She... has been dead for two years.

Liang Nuan closed her eyes, took a slight breath, and then let it out slowly.

On the other side at this moment, on the military training ground, Mo Xun turned on his mobile phone screen, and the beautiful and clear face appeared on the screen, with a cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows, which was very cute and cute.

Mo Xun unconsciously rubbed the face on the screen with his fingers, but at this moment another brand new face appeared in his mind.

Her... voice is also very nice.

warm...

At this time, the Mingying Middle School next door suddenly rang the preparatory bell for class, and a girl in a neat uniform suddenly paused in her footsteps.

The companion next to her noticed her abnormality and turned around strangely, "What's wrong?"

The girl's eyes drooped slightly, she looked in the direction of Sheng Weiyang next door, and forced a smile, "It's okay."

"Then let's go quickly." The companion grabbed the girl's wrist, "Class is about to begin."

The girl nodded, but her eyes turned to that direction unconsciously, and the feeling of palpitation just now lingered for a long time.

The sunlight fell on a little cinnabar mole between the girl's eyebrows, which was as delicate and charming as a flower.

(End of this chapter)