The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Leng Che's sleep was very light, and some slight noises could wake him up. Half asleep and half awake, he heard some movement, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Qianxi sitting on the edge of the bed. Her almond eyes were red, her mouth was pursed, and she looked at him without saying a word, as if she was about to cry.

He wanted to ask her why she was here, but when he saw her red eyes, the doubts in his heart were blocked by the strange feelings.

Leng Che said in a hoarse voice: "Mu Qianxi, if others saw you like this, they would think I was going to die."

"Bah. Leng Che won't die." Looking at his slightly pale face and hearing his voice, for some reason, her emotions suddenly rose to the extreme, and the tears she had been holding back could not help but fall down. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, with a very guilty tone and a small voice, and said to him, "I'm sorry."

He felt a chill in his heart as if pricked by a few tiny needles. He sat up and stared at her red eyes with a focused gaze. At this moment, those usually indifferent eyes were filled with a tenderness that he himself had not noticed, and they almost melted water.

He half-jokingly said, "Mu Qianxi, did you get into trouble again while I was away?"

"No!" After being wronged, Mu Qianxi nervously shook her head almost immediately, like a rattle, tears still fell like big drops, looking pitiful and funny, "It's my fault, I didn't know your illness was not healed yet, I was clamoring to be discharged from the hospital, and I also forced you to do this and that for me."

Leng Che looked into her eyes, his voice gentle, unhurried, but particularly firm: "I volunteered."

Mu Qianxi was stunned for a moment, her eyelids trembling slightly, her heart beating like a drum at this moment, the two emotions of heartbeat and heartache intersected, and she wanted to cry even more in an instant. Tears hung in her eyes, but she tried hard to hold them back and not let them fall.

Her eyes were red, her nose was red, and she looked like a peach that was so white and rosy that it could squeeze out juice. He raised his hands to the air, wanting to wipe her tears, but then he thought about whether it was too intimate, so he hurriedly took them back and clenched his knuckles, not knowing what to do.

He didn't know how to stop her from crying.

Just like the first time he made her cry, he felt really upset that he was really not very good at comforting people.

Leng Che's heart felt stuffy, and his throat became dry. After a long silence, he finally came up with words that really didn't sound like comforting: "Mu Qianxi, if you cry again, I will remember your crying face with snot bubbles for eighty-two years."

"Where are the snot bubbles!" There were still tears in her eyes, but her look was full of dissatisfaction.

"Yes." He reached out and took out a tissue from the bedside table and "rudely" smeared it on her face, pretending to be disgusted, "Like a goldfish blowing bubbles."

Mu Qianxi angrily tore off the tissue covering her face, stared at him in dissatisfaction, and deliberately blew her nose hard to disgust him, a person with mysophobia, and then angrily retorted: "You are the goldfish!"

Leng Che did not feel disgusted or uncomfortable. Seeing that she had regained her fighting spirit, he felt much better.

"Leng Che, why do you always describe me as animals?"

Because it's wild and cute.

He didn't answer directly, but just said "hmm" lightly.

She wiped away her tears, then came to her senses and asked him again, "But why is it 82 years?"

He looked at her calmly: "Stupid cat, didn't you let me live to be ninety-nine years old?"

"Then you have to remember it!"

"Yeah." He responded softly.