Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Not obedient at all Is

L suspecting that he made friends out of nothing?

[Zhizhi: Of course not me!]

[L: Yes.]

Liang Zhixia looked at L's answer, confused. He found that L was very strange these days and would say some inexplicable words. Did

he finally find his conscience?

Belated courtesy is more despicable than grass!

If he performs better in the future, he can consider giving him a five-star praise at the end.

His palms trembled.

L sent a photo.

There was only a slender figure holding an umbrella in the photo. Rain fell into the puddle, and the water surface was rippled.

[L]: It's raining.

This was the first time he saw L's appearance. Although it was just a shadow, it looked quite tall, but it might be that the shadow was elongated. The sound

of rain outside was isolated outside the window. He put on his slippers, opened the window, and his eyes fell on the big tree behind the dormitory. He turned on the camera, found the lens, and clicked.

[Zhizhi]: What a coincidence, it's raining here too.

The photo shows a few leaves that were wet and looked dejected after being soaked by the rain.

[L]: Very cute (voice)

Liang Zhixia closed the window and went back to bed.

He raised his eyebrows, moved closer to the phone, blinked quickly, and clicked on the voice message that was only a few seconds long.

The man's voice was magnetic and low, with the dampness of rain, and the tail tone rose slightly, sounding ambiguous and affectionate. Is

L saying that those leaves are cute?

He took the photo, of course they are cute!

[Zhizhi]: Good taste!

[Zhizhi]: Kitty likes.jpg

[L]: Kitty shyly makes a heart.jpg

If it weren't for that familiar voice, he would even suspect that the person opposite had changed.

[L]: Does your arm still hurt? Send me a photo to see.

Can you tell whether it is serious or not by sending a photo?

Although he thought so in his heart, he still obediently sent a photo.

The long sleeves were folded up casually, and a thick layer of gauze was wrapped around a fair arm. If you look closely, you will notice that the gauze wrapped in the middle is bleeding.

[L]: It would be great if I were by your side.

Liang Zhixia looked at this sentence, shook her white and tender feet, and curled her eyes.

[Zhizhi]: But you are not here, there are others to accompany me, don't worry.

[L]: Yes.

L's mood seemed to be even worse.

Switching to the trumpet, he saw that Xu Cheng sent him a message ten minutes ago.

[Lu Quan will return to the dormitory soon, please keep an eye on him, I am not very reassured]

[Transfer 1,000 yuan, note: look at Lu Quan's labor fee]

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and counted several times to make sure he was not dazzled.

Did Xu Cheng type two extra zeros?

He moved his fingers and accepted the money.

[Okay, senior, I'm in the dormitory. ]

The other party did not reply to the message, he put down the phone and prepared to finish the last commissioned portrait.

He occasionally accepts couple portraits. This time, the commission was for a couple, and the requirements were not too high, so he finished the drawing quickly.

Just after he finished the drawing and sent it over, he heard a noise outside the door.

With a beep, the door opened.

Lu Quan's hair was slightly wet, and he held a long-handled black umbrella in his slender, cold white hands. The veins on the back of his hands were slightly protruding, and he looked up at him casually.

Liang Zhixia stood in front of the bed and saw that there were obvious scratches on the other's finger bones, which made him look more sexually tense.

His heart began to beat again. Could Lu Quan really not be his nude model?

Xu Cheng stood outside the door and did not come in. He pointed at his phone cautiously and put his hands together to ask him.

He had no choice but to nod.

Xu Cheng waved and left with confidence.

He looked up and met Lu Quan's eyes. His heart tightened and he stammered, "Senior Lu, do you want to treat the wound?"

Lu Quan glanced at the boy's arm lightly, which was blocked by the long sleeves. He looked down at his fingers and didn't care.

In Liang Zhixia's opinion, it was abnormal for the other party to be negative about seeking medical treatment because of a broken heart.

So when Lu Quan went to take a shower, he found iodine and band-aids in his drawer.

Just as he was about to put them on the other party's desk, he suddenly thought of the scene of their first day together. Just to take care of the emotions of the heartbroken group, he took out two clean tissues and put the things on top. When

Lu Quan came out of the shower, he saw the things on the table that did not belong to him. He glanced at the tissues underneath with an indifferent look, and frowned slightly: "Thank you."

Liang Zhixia, who was hiding in the bed curtain, opened her eyes wide and regretted not recording this sentence just now.

What a loss!

He opened the bed curtain, revealing two eyes, and smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Lu Quan lowered his eyes, and his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, as if he had no intention of applying medicine.

The abrasions that had just been drenched in hot water looked redder and more swollen, and it must be very painful.

He had a very low sense of pain. Seeing the wound that had to be treated, he pursed his lips and said, "Senior Lu, aren't you going to apply medicine?"

The crisp sound of typing stopped. As soon as the man glanced over, he went back into the bed curtain, blocking the cold and piercing sight.

Thinking of the one thousand yuan he received, he boldly said, "Senior Lu, if you don't apply medicine on your injured hand, someone will feel sorry for you."

For example, those suitors.

Suddenly there was no sound outside. He secretly opened a gap and saw Lu Quan leaning on the chair, with a lazy posture, lowering his eyes and applying a cute band-aid that did not match his temperament.

I didn't expect that the school hunk was quite an idol.

The weather forecast said that it would rain heavily tomorrow. He lay on the bed and stared at Lu Quan quietly through the gap. Even though it was past his bedtime, he stayed awake.

If you get the money, you have to get things done.

Unless Lu Quan sleeps, he will not sleep!

Huhuhuhu...

Lu Quan sent the last file to his assistant, and looked up and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sleeping Liang Zhixia, whose pretty face was pressed tightly against the bed curtain without any image.

In the dim light, he could see the red marks on her fair face.

After receiving the reply from his assistant, he turned off the computer, picked up his phone and opened the chat box with Zhizhi.

Enlarging the photo he received in the afternoon, a very faint figure was reflected in the reflection of the glass window, but the face could not be seen clearly.

He stood on the balcony, listening to the female voice in the headphones, and looked up at the big tree with lush branches and leaves not far away.

"I can't sleep recently, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

"I like you the most, can you like me a little more?"

"Why do so many people like you?"

"You can't promise them, you can only be mine."

"Do you like me like this? I can give you everything."

"Baby, I will always watch over you, you can't not like me."

"Boyfriend."

The slightly hooked corners of his mouth slowly fell, and his bony fingers slid across the window.

If you like him, why do you still have a boyfriend?

A low and magnetic voice sounded, containing an imperceptible coldness, and the deep eyes were filled with undisguised possessiveness.

"Zhizhi is not obedient at all."

"Can he take good care of you?"

*

When Liang Zhixia woke up, he habitually replied to L's message first.

[Good morning, baby^-^]

He blinked his sore eyes, dizzy, his fingers were weak, and his phone fell on the quilt without making any sound.

After getting out of bed, he felt weak all over. When he looked at the mirror in front of him while brushing his teeth, he found that his face was very red.

He touched his forehead dully.

It was so hot.

Oh, he had a fever.

In a small group of three people, Jiang Ling was complaining about how it was raining so hard outside that he went out to buy breakfast and his clothes were soaked.

He immediately turned his head to look out the window. It looked like it was raining harder than yesterday.

His body temperature was still rising, but there was no thermometer in the dormitory. He pursed

his lips and flipped through the contacts. He scrolled for a long time but didn't see Lu Quan's name.

He then remembered that they didn't add each other as friends.

He had no choice but to send a message to Xu Cheng.

[Senior, can you ask Senior Lu if there is a thermometer in the dormitory?]

Xu ​​Cheng didn't reply.

He sat on a chair, ate a bag of bread first, and then took a fever-reducing pill. He

received a message from Xu Cheng just after taking the pill.

[No.]

[Do you have a fever?]

[Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?]

The phone was placed flat on the table, and he lay on the bread pillow, typing lazily with his fingers.

[It's okay, thank you senior.] He

lay in bed all morning, feeling hot and cold, and the temperature rose instead of falling. The fever-reducing pill didn't work at all.

His breath was scalding, his nose was blocked and his mouth was dry.

He was still shivering even after covering himself with a thick quilt. He felt like his head was like paste and couldn't turn.

The rain outside was still heavy. He put on his clothes with difficulty and took out a coat from the closet, but accidentally brought out Lu Quan's shirt and dropped it on the ground.

The floor was not dirty, but he had to wash it again.

The feeling of weakness brought by the fever made Liang Zhixia feel extremely depressed. He stuffed the shirt back into the closet.

When he walked to the door of the dormitory building, he opened his mouth to breathe in the cool air. He quickly pulled up his collar, held the umbrella handle with his slender pale fingers, and walked slowly into the rain.

This time he walked to the school gate smoothly.

The bus stop was near the school gate. He held an umbrella, his brain was groggy, and he couldn't muster any energy.

Then he was splashed with water by an immoral car passing by.

Liang Zhixia raised his head and glared at the car that was driving away. There was a blush on the corners of his upturned eyes

. His light brown eyes were covered with a layer of water because of the fever, like the lake water under the autumn moon, clean and clear. He chirped quietly in his heart.

There were only a few scattered people on the bus stop on a rainy day. He put away his umbrella, exhaled deeply, lowered his head and sat on the bench waiting for the next bus.

The phone showed that there were still ten minutes.

The fine rain blew into the platform with the wind, scraping across his hot cheeks. He licked his lips and reached out to open his collar. It was so hot.

A low-key and luxurious black car drove past on the opposite road and slowly stopped in front of the zebra crossing. Xu Cheng looked at the rearview mirror and said, "I wonder if Yizhou can still recognize me?"

"He was only gone for half a year, not three years." Lu Quan looked at him coldly

, "If you say another word, you will get out." Xu Cheng shook his head regretfully and muttered, "You are heartless."

The red light at this intersection was very long. He looked around boredly and suddenly said, "Liu'er, that seems to be your roommate."

Lu Quan looked in the direction of his finger. He didn't know why Xu Cheng could always see Liang Zhixia in the crowd.

"Do you like him?"

Xu Cheng pointed at himself and asked in confusion, "Me? I'm a straight man."

Lu Quan looked away, "You seem to see him first every time."

Obviously, he was the other party's roommate.

A little unhappy.

Xu Cheng said to himself: "He should go to the hospital."

He held the steering wheel and said: "The hospital and the airport are on the same route, let's take him there. Junior is so thin and has an injury on his arm. What if he faints on the bus?"

Lu Quan narrowed his eyes, touched the band-aid in his pocket with his fingers, and whispered: "Yeah."