I Loaded the Healing System

The sudden sound made Shen An almost drop the phone in his hand.

He turned his head and saw that Zhao Qingyu, who had already gotten up, was yawning, leaning against the wall in a daze, looking at him with his eyes open and closed.

"Could you please make some noise when you walk next time?"

Shen An was angry.

Zhao Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "You didn't notice it yourself, so why blame me again."

He glanced around, and suddenly noticed Zhao Qingyu's bare feet, and put away his phone: "No wonder there was no sound, so I didn't wear shoes."

"Go back and put your shoes on."

He returned to Zhao Qingyu's side and urged.

Zhao Qingyu rolled his eyes at him impatiently: "It doesn't matter if you wear it or not."

"Of course. Barefoot is easy to get cold feet. Your feet are cold enough. Do you want to get sick in the future?"

"Ah... you are really..."

Zhao Qingyu was both helpless and coquettish: "It's so annoying."

After walking a few steps, Zhao Qingyu suddenly stopped and opened his hands towards Shen An.

Shen An looked vigilant: "Why? Want to touch porcelain?"

"Touch your head." Zhao Qingyu said coquettishly, "Hold me in."

Shen An raised an eyebrow:?

Sure enough, a night's sleep is more effective than anything else. Having experienced the ambiguity of sharing the same bed is another level of sublimation.

"hurry up!"

Zhao Qingyu frowned.

"It's okay, it's hard work to wait on you when you get up." Shen An said with a touch of pampering, stepped forward to pick up Zhao Qingyu's calf, and carried her back to the room in the form of a princess hug.

With a click, he also rolled onto the bed, his arm just resting on Zhao Qingyu's small head.

She turned slightly, staring at him intently.

"Do you feel very happy?" Shen An smiled.

"Ok?"

"You can see the handsome guy when you wake up."

Shen An touched his face narcissistically.

puff~

Zhao Qingyu couldn't help chuckling, but she didn't refute, but nodded and said: "Yes, I'm so happy."

She raised her little hand to his face, and murmured: "You really have to thank you for your face, or else..."

"Or what?"

Shen An grabbed her fingers.

"Humph."

Zhao Qingyu wrinkled her nose and said nothing.

What else could it be?

There is no doubt that Shen An is a handsome guy. His face is a bit cold and handsome, but it rarely gives people a kind of indifference, which is different from Zhao Qingyu's cold facial features.

He is exquisite and cold, but exudes a gentle and sunny temperament, thanks to his bright eyes.

Zhao Qingyu's attraction to Shen An was naturally due to his personality, but if it is really said that his face has no credit at all, it would be a bit too dreamy and fairy tale.

Although her selection criteria are not based on handsomeness as the only item, she values ​​personality more, that is, the degree of compatibility in soul.

But who would not want to accept a person who is both handsome and whose soul matches his own?

If given a choice, definitely choose both.

After all, human beings are visual animals. This is an instinct that has continued since ancient times, and it is useless to cover up and emphasize it.

To put it another way, if Zhao Qingyu kept all the current conditions, except that his appearance changed and he became a girl with average appearance, Shen An would still have so much tolerance and patience for her ?

Obviously not.

Men look at faces more than women.

It's not superficial, it's just regularity.

"When did you wake up?" Shen An didn't let her fingers move, and wanted to hold all five fingers in her hands at once.

And Zhao Qingyu kept pulling away from him while playing with him, and said in a low voice: "Just now, you woke up very early."

"I slept too much these two days."

Shen An narrowed his eyes: "How is it? Has the quality of sleep improved a little?"

"Hmm~" Zhao Qingyu propped up the side of his neck: "It's a little better, if you don't sing, I might sleep more soundly."

"Oh, I don't know how to appreciate it."

Shen An curled her lips and let go of her little hand.

"Hey~" Zhao Qingyu refused, this time it was her turn to take the initiative to hold his hand: "You yourself admit that you sing badly, so why don't you blame me for not knowing how to appreciate it?"

"Singing badly is aural, don't you feel the emotion in my singing?"

Shen An was full of grievances: "How strong, how powerful, it is simply unique!"

Zhao Qingyu suppressed a smile and tried to hold back the laugh: "Indeed, it is indeed unique to be able to sing as badly as you."

Shen An: . . . .

He turned around: "It's not interesting."

"Oh, are you angry?"

Zhao Qingyu moved closer to him and plucked his short hair: "Your voice sounds pretty nice, how can you sing so badly?"

"It's not ugly!"

Shen An emphasized indignantly.

"It's not bad, it's not bad..." Zhao Qingyu agreed perfunctorily, "Then how did you become so unique?"

"I.."

Shen An sighed, and simply resigned to his fate: "I don't have any talent in music. I was not good at it since I was a child."

"When I was young, the orphanage organized a children's performance, and I was selected as the drummer. As a result, I missed nine out of ten beats in a nursery rhyme. The director was so angry that he replaced me from the auditorium on the spot."

puff. .

Zhao Qingyu covered her small mouth, she had tried very hard to restrain her smile.

Shen An himself laughed out loud first, and held her in his arms: "I suspect that the blow to me this time was too heavy, which caused me to have a psychological shadow."

"Since then, I have never recovered from the music aspect."

"Hey, then your dean is really a bad guy."

Zhao Qingyu leaned on his chest obediently, listening to his heartbeat quietly.

I don't know why, but she also seems to like this chat mode very much, it makes her feel very comfortable and relaxed, especially when it involves Shen An's own dark history.

If the conversation continued like this, Zhao Qingyu felt that he could not feel bored all day long.

"No, he's a very nice man."

Shen An shook his head, and said in a low voice: "At that time, it was very difficult for the orphanage to maintain itself. He supported the entire orphanage by himself, and later, he became an institution within the establishment."

"If it weren't for his persistence and dedication at that time, maybe I wouldn't be where I am now."

"Then... did you have a hard time at that time?"

Zhao Qingyu asked cautiously.

"Hard work?" Shen An narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. His smile was full of nostalgia, but also with a touch of melancholy: "It seems to be a little bit."

"At that time, the days went by day by day, and I would stand at the door for half an hour every day, trying to see if there were any new adopters coming."

"At that time, I heard that only good children would be adopted, and bad children would be hated. I didn't want to be hated, so I worked hard to be a good boy."

"Later I found out that being a good boy is actually not very interesting."

He lowered his head to look at Zhao Qingyu, and there was a slight, deep distress hidden in her eyes.

"So I don't want to be a good kid anymore, I want to be a bad kid, the worst kid."

"In this case, the other children will be good children."

"and then?"

Zhao Qingyu hugged him and asked softly.

"Then... Then I realized that adopting a child is not based on whether you are good or not, but on whether the adopter is good or not."

"Hey, I thought there was a turning point."

"What kind of turning point can there be? How old are you? At that time, I can't remember exactly what happened now."

"Only occasionally some fragments flashed in my mind."

Shen An squeezed Zhao Qingyu's cheek, and smiled lightly.

"Then... what happened after you were adopted?" Zhao Qingyu asked again.

"You seem to be very gossip today."

Shen An raised her eyebrows: "Haven't you woke up yet?"

"Ah, it looks like you haven't brushed your teeth yet."

When Zhao Qingyu heard the words, he quickly covered his mouth, and said coquettishly, "I have no breath!"

"Then why are you covering your mouth?"

"I.."