High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 769
Seeing that Young Master Yang was about to leave after saying this.

Lin Zhaoxia anxiously wanted him to wait a while, and for a moment ignored the wound on her face and tongue, and said directly, "Wait!"

At the same moment, he reached out and grabbed Yang Moyan's wrist.

Of course, the brows were furrowed in an instant, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Even the lips were trembling slightly.

Yang Moyan's eyelids twitched, he turned around and sat back, pinched the boy's chin, and his tone became a little anxious, "Open your mouth, let me see."

Lin Zhaoxia endured the pain and opened her mouth.

Seeing the inside, Yang Moyan sighed.

"No bleeding."

However, the speaking tongue was a little swollen, too red.

I don't know how Lin Zhaoxia bit it.

The tongue has always been living meat, and it may be that this bite is really heavy.

As a result, there is no intention to improve so far.

"What are you talking about? You don't want your tongue anymore?"

Lin Zhaoxia frowned, and waited until the pain had passed before taking out the phone again.

But this time, before she could turn on the screen, she was snatched by the phone, and at the same time there was an extra hand in front of her.

The indifferent voice seemed to sigh again, softly, "Write on the palm of my hand, I can tell the difference."

Lin Zhaoxia had no doubts about him, her fingertips fell on the palm in front of her eyes, and she wrote carefully with each stroke.

The speed is not fast, because I am afraid that Yang Moyan will not be able to feel it.

The strength is not heavy, falling into the palm of the hand, it's like scratching an itch.

It made Yang Moyan always want to hold the boy's hand with his palms.

That feeling also fell in my heart.

The bottom of my heart is itchy.

Until the boy made the last stroke, Yang Moyan said exactly what the boy wanted to say, "What about the final exam?"

The young man nodded.

The meaning is exactly right.

Yang Moyan smiled, "Afraid of not being able to catch up, or losing the bet with Qingyan?"

Lin Zhaoxia paused with her fingertips, and wrote two words: both.

"What are you worried about? You won't be late for the final exam. As for the bet, I'll help you make a plan and start reviewing from tomorrow. One week is enough for you to come to the final in a hurry."

Lin Zhaoxia actually wanted to laugh.

Especially when Young Master Yang's last sentence fell.

what is this?
Don't study at ordinary times, are you cramming near the end of the term?

How does it feel like that.

"Anything else?"

Yang Moyan asked in a low voice.

After Lin Zhaoxia closed her eyes and thought for a while, she drew again with her fingertips: Basketball training...?
"Don't worry, I've already asked for leave."

It seems that there is really nothing for her to worry about.

Because no matter what she wanted or didn't expect.

Yang Moyan had already thought of it.

Lin Zhaoxia has nothing to ask now.

Pushing Yang Moyan's palm, he closed his eyes and rested.

That means to tell Yang Moyan: I have nothing to say, rest.

"Take a good rest, the porridge will be delivered when it's ready."

Yang Moyan tucked the quilt up twice for the young man, and this time he stood up and walked out.

But how can the boy who said he wants to rest and has closed his eyes rest?

Too much sleep.

At this moment, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

He closed his eyes for a while, turned back and forth for a long time, finally opened his eyes uncontrollably, took the mobile phone that Yang Moyan had just put on the bedside, pressed the screen to enter the forum.

What happened yesterday was so big, the forum probably exploded long ago.

(End of this chapter)