The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

On the top floor, Tang Jiao's lower body was still hanging in the air. Xiao Jingchuan pushed his body backwards and pulled him up.

The cold body fell into the boy's heartbeat, his breathing was heavy and hot.

The panting rescuers didn't bother to take a breath, and dragged the two students, who were holding Siamese twins, back quickly, evacuating the dangerous zone that could collapse again at any time.

The rooftop was immediately blocked and ambulances rushed away one after another.

When Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi received the notification call from the police, they were scared out of their wits!

Fortunately, everything was safe, so I could only suppress my anger and wait for the police investigation and judgment.

Tang Jiao and Xiao Jingchuan returned to school three days later.

Tang Jiao suffered soft tissue contusions on both wrists and needed to be carefully cared for for a period of time. Apart from careful attention to his movements, there was nothing else that hindered him.The scratch on Xiao Jingchuan's arm looked serious, but in fact it would just heal after a few days until the scabs formed.

Liu Wen fell from the fifth floor. Although he was caught by a life-saving cushion, his leg bones were broken and his ribs were cracked. He is still in the hospital. What awaits him is the prosecution of kidnapping by the prosecutor's office.

Father Liu and Mother Liu, who were so frightened that they passed out on the spot, woke up the next day. They no longer dared to say anything in front of their son. They stopped doing business at the delicatessen stall and cried and begged every day for the upcoming punishment.

Because they could not see the victim, the two old men could only guard the school gate every day. In the end, they were sternly warned by the school to persuade them to leave.

Liu Wen's story was spread in the school forum with embarrassment, and it seemed to be true and false.

Although the video and pictures of the thrilling scene in the forum have been completely deleted, the whole school already knows about it.

When someone asked Tang Jiao, she shook her head and denied it, saying only that Liu Wen fell accidentally.

Xiao Jingchuan was very worried about Tang Jiao's condition and watched her more closely than before, taking her with him at all times.

Tang Jiao accepted it all meekly.

She quietly raised her eyes and looked at the tall boy who was walking silently a step ahead of her, holding her schoolbag on one shoulder, and followed him in small steps.

Yes, boys.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jingchuan spent his 18th birthday in a chaotic hospital.

It was Xiao's mother who muttered it smoothly.

Xiao Jingchuan was angry.

Very angry, hard to coax.

Tang Jiao sighed, Xiao Jingchuan hadn't spoken to her for five days.

Of course, except for words like "Let's go, eat, and apply medicine."

"Look at the road."

Xiao Jingchuan turned around and glanced at Tang Jiao calmly, then turned back again.

Tang Jiao covered his forehead that hit his back and smiled helplessly.

Congratulations, now there is another sentence "Watch the road".

Tang Jiao followed Xiao Jingchuan with a wilted head, crossing the street across from the school and heading towards the quiet apartment complex with few people.

He didn't notice the cell phone camera flashing by under a tree not far behind him.

"Di."

Xiao Jingchuan pressed the combination lock, opened the door, and waited for Tang Jiao to go in.

Tang Jiao looked up at him pitifully.

Xiao Jingchuan remained motionless and raised his eyelids, gesturing for her to enter the house.

Tang Jiao entered the house with his mouth down and his little head hanging down. He turned around slowly and obediently took out his slippers and put them on.

Seeing Xiao Jingchuan standing happily at the door, neither moving nor leaving, he reached out and took out his slippers and handed them forward pitifully.

Xiao Jingchuan took off her schoolbag from her shoulders, changed her shoes and walked into the house.

Tang Jiao was wearing slippers and followed behind him. He passed by the cabinet and picked up the small medicine box.

Xiao Jingchuan turned around and saw it, frowning slightly. Tang Jiao froze immediately, blinking and not daring to move.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand and took away the medicine box and walked to the living room. Tang Jiao followed him again.

Xiao Jingchuan took out the hot compress bag and medicinal wine from the medicine box.

Tang Jiao sat next to him very consciously and obediently stretched out his hands.

Her wrist was swollen all over, and it was pinched by Xiao Jingchuan when she was hanging on the rooftop.

The red and purple swollen wrist looked even more tragic when compared with the whiteness on the arm.

Xiao Jingchuan stared silently for a while, then applied some medicinal wine to reduce swelling and blood stasis, stretched out his hand to gently hold and massage the girl's wrist. Even if the girl's wrist was swollen, it could still be easily grasped.

Tang Jiao frowned slightly, stretched out his hands motionlessly, opened his lips and inhaled silently, not daring to make a sound even if it hurt.

Xiao Jingchuan paused and looked up at her, his deep eyes filled with darkness.

"Be patient."

The thin eyelids drooped, revealing a touch of coolness, and the warm hands continued to move mercilessly.

Tang Jiao sniffed silently and let out a low "hmm".

Both wrists were swollen with heat and stained with the dark brown color of medicinal wine. Xiao Jingchuan picked up the hot compress tape with his long fingers and rolled it twice around his thin wrists.

Through the warm compress, he rubbed his fingertips almost imperceptibly and let go.

Silence spread in the warmly lit living room.

Tang Jiao hesitated for a while, then awkwardly reached out and took out a circle of gauze and a jar of medicinal powder from the medicine box.

Carefully raising her eyes to look at the boy's calm expression, she stretched out her little hand nervously, trying to untie the gauze knot on Xiao Jingchuan's arm.

Just as the knuckles reached the gauze knot, it was avoided.

Tang Jiao froze in action.

Xiao Jingchuan turned his body slightly away, and with one hand neatly pulled open the gauze, disinfected it, sprinkled the powder, and then wrapped the gauze. Even the knotting was done neatly with the long fingers of one hand, just like Tang Jiao's hand.

Tang Jiao's eyes were filled with sadness, and he took back his hand and put it on his knees.

He sat up straight and watched Xiao Jingchuan's movements.

Pudding was sent back to the Xiao family manor during this time, and there was no other sound in the living room.

The breathless silence spread again.

Tang Jiao lowered his neck, his hair covering the side of his face, and fluttered his eyelashes, trying to blink away the rising sourness in his eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan put away the small medicine box, stood up and put it back on the cabinet.

From the corner of his eye, Tang Jiao saw him standing in front of the cabinet in the entrance hall, paused, then turned around, put on his shoes, and went straight out.

The door opened and was closed softly.

There was a warm yellow ceiling light on in the living room of the apartment. Tang Jiao once felt very warm, especially after studying, he and Xiao Jingchuan lay down on the table to take a nap.

But now she feels that the light is too dim.

"Clap."

"Clap."

The tears fell down uncontrollably, and they were as big as a bean.

Tang Jiao looked at his wrists that had been properly treated. His nose was sore and so congested that he couldn't breathe. He could only breathe with his mouth open.

Her vision became increasingly blurry, and she raised her wrist to wipe away her tears, but her eyes were smeared by the hot compress bag smelling of medicinal wine.

A stinging pain instantly filled her eyeballs. She let out a low "ah" and frantically tried to rub her eyes, which only made the pain worse.

She didn't dare to rub it anymore, so she closed her eyes tightly, groped on the table with both hands, and finally found some paper. She pulled out a few pieces at random and covered her eyes.

But her eyes stung when her wrists were close, and she couldn't use her feet to wipe her eyes with a tissue. The stinging in her eyes became more and more serious.

Tang Jiao was flustered and sad. His nose was still full of air, so he could only close his eyes, grasping the white tissue with both hands helplessly, and opened his mouth to cry. It was so pitiful.