The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Suddenly, an electric bike sped past, and Mu Qianxi was hit unexpectedly and fell heavily to the ground. Textbooks and stationery were scattered all over the floor.

Leng Che's breathing suddenly stopped and he almost immediately rushed out of the car, ran to her side at lightning speed and helped her up.

"Mu Qianxi, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He held her shoulders tightly, looking up and down at her condition, his eyes full of panic. When he saw that the skin on her palms was scratched and even bleeding, his heart felt like it was hit hard by a fist and it stopped beating for a moment.

"Does it hurt?" Leng Che held her hand nervously. His disguised indifference had long since disappeared, and his eyes were full of anxiety and heartache. He looked around and found a pharmacy nearby. He hurriedly said, "I'll take you to clean the wound."

Mu Qianxi was stunned by the fall. It was not until she was helped up by him and met his nervous eyes that she realized what had happened.

Thinking of his cold words before, she felt aggrieved and her eyes instantly turned red: "It's not tutoring time now, why are you caring about me!"

Mu Qianxi pulled her hand back angrily, not wanting to care about the books scattered on the ground, and walked forward on her own. Her knee must have hit the ground just now, and it was aching slightly, and she limped.

Looking at her stubborn and pitiful appearance, his heart was filled with great sadness. He ran to her, squatted down without hesitation, rolled up her trouser legs and helped her check her injuries.

Sure enough, there was a shocking bruise on her white knee. Leng Che's eyes were dark, and his heart felt like it was stabbed by a needle and swollen and painful.

His brows knitted slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Let's go treat the wound first."

"No need. My legs are not broken. I can walk back by myself! Don't you want me to keep a distance? Then just keep a distance!" Mu Qianxi glared at him, trying her best to hold back her emotions, but mist gradually filled her almond-shaped eyes, which were very sore and swollen.

She really couldn't understand him.

He was over 1.9 meters tall, more than a head taller than her. He usually looked down at her, but now he was willing to squat under her to care about her injuries. He had just taken the initiative to cut off his relationship with her...

"Go away! Don't block my way! Anyway, we are just a tutor and the one being tutored. Other than that, there is no other relationship. It's none of your business!" Mu Qianxi became more and more angry and aggrieved as she spoke. She raised her hand and kept hitting the boy's strong shoulders.

But the young man kept silent and lowered his head, not moving at all, and no matter how he was beaten, he would not be driven away.

It was as if a gap had been opened in her heart. She could no longer control the bitterness in her heart. Tears began to fall. Mu Qianxi choked and questioned him, "Didn't you ignore me on purpose these past few days? Why don't you continue to ignore me now? Why are you asking me if it hurts? What does it have to do with you whether I'm in pain or not?"

Leng Che's heart was almost softened by her red eyes from crying. Even if he had deliberately built a strong wall, it would be defeated in an instant.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please don't cry, okay..." He coaxed her softly in a hoarse voice.

The tall boy squatted down and looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with unconcealable heartache and guilt.

He was like a devout believer looking up at the sun, praying that the rainy sky would become bright again.

Mu Qianxi's mood calmed down a little when she found that he seemed to have returned to his familiar appearance before the cold war. However, the burning pain in her hands and legs still made her unable to stop crying.

"I'm sorry... Let's go take care of the wound, okay?" He apologized to her sincerely, his frowning brows full of worry, and spoke to her in an almost pleading tone.

"Then, then help me pick up the book. My hands hurt." Her anger seemed to have subsided, but her eyes were still red, tears were welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't stop sobbing while speaking.

Leng Che picked up her dropped homework and stationery one by one, put them back into her schoolbag, and carefully zipped it up for her.

Seeing that he had finished everything, Mu Qianxi sobbed again and said, "My face is covered with tears and the wind hurts it."

He took out a tissue from his bag, and with a focused look, he carefully and earnestly wiped away the tears on her face. His hands were extremely gentle, for fear of reddening her delicate skin.

After cleaning, Leng Che took off his grey cashmere scarf and wrapped it around her neck, carefully putting it on her. Then, he gently pulled the scarf higher, just enough to cover half of her face and block some of the cold wind.

Mu Qianxi felt a lot warmer instantly.

The soft scarf covered half of the girl's face, revealing a pair of eyes filled with water. Her eyelashes were still wet and the skin around her eyes was red. She looked pitiful and cute, just staring at him steadily.

"Leng Che, my nose is blocked and it hurts." Her voice was nasal and soft, sounding aggrieved, just like when she used to act like a spoiled child with him.

Mu Qianxi thought he would hand her a tissue, but unexpectedly he took the tissue and wiped her red nose himself.

Then, he gently pinched her small nose with his slender fingers through the tissue, and reminded her seriously: "Use force."

Mu Qianxi was stunned at first, then listened to his words, took a breath and blew.

Leng Che didn't know what was wrong with him. He was obviously a mysophobia and would usually get annoyed and resist if someone touched his sleeves. But this mysophobia disappeared without a trace when he saw her.

Perhaps more than anything else, watching her get hurt and cry was what hurt him the most.

Zhuge in the car was also stunned. His young master not only picked up books for this girl and wiped her tears, but also... blew his nose?

After helping her clean up, Leng Che's frowning brows were still not relaxed. He bent down slightly, his eyes were level with hers, and when he met her red almond eyes, his dark pupils flashed with pity.

He asked her softly in a low voice, "Can we go treat the wound now?"

Thinking of the scratches on her hands and the bruise on her knee, he felt as if the blood vessels in his chest were cut by the sharp blade, causing him to feel intense pain.

Mu Qianxi nodded, then shook her head, her almond eyes red, and she stammered, "My legs hurt, I can't walk anymore."

Leng Che turned his back without hesitation, squatted down, and said, "Come up."

Looking at his broad and strong back, Mu Qianxi lay on him as she wished. The next moment, her legs were hugged and the whole person was steadily carried on the back of the cold and upright young man.

After this series of actions, Mu Qianxi's anger and grievance were diluted a lot. She sniffed and smelled the refreshing and pleasant scent on him. Her heart was at peace and her arms could not help but tighten around his neck.

She seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on him.

"Why have you ignored me these days? If you don't tell me, I won't apply the medicine." Relying on her injury, she asked him aggressively on his back, sure that he would not abandon her.

"If I ignore you, someone else will." Leng Che's tone was calm, but his heart was already filled with bitterness.

"Others? Who?"

Of course it’s Leng Nianran.

The two of them were inseparable, which made him look like a fool, serving as someone else's spare tire.

So, he didn't want to be shaken anymore and took the initiative to keep his distance from her.

But even though he had made up his mind to stay away from her, when he saw her get into an accident, he still fell into her trap without hesitation.

My heart seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't find a way out.

He really wanted to ask her if she was so heartless that she could break her heart in two and give it to two people? But the relationship between a man and a woman is a matter between two people, and there is no room for a third person. If she could only choose one person between him and Leng Nianran, who would she choose? But what identity did he have to ask such an overstepping question?

"You..." His voice was muffled. After a pause, he changed his euphemism and asked the next question awkwardly, "Don't you have a lot of friends? Like Han Sheng, Xiao Shiyan, Xiang Yang, Fei Yang, and... Leng Nianran."

"But you are different from them. Han Sheng is like a brother, Xiao Shiyan, Xiangyang and Feiyang are friends, Leng Nianran is a classmate. And you are my favorite person!"

Mu Qianxi didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but she answered him frankly.

The cotton ball that was tightly stuffed around his heart seemed to be pulled out a little bit, and Leng Che felt a little relieved. After a few seconds of silence, he asked again in an extremely unnatural way: "What kind of love is it?"

"Of course my dad loves my mom the same way!"

Leng Che's heart trembled slightly, and he asked unconfidently: "Your father is only your mother. If you can only choose one person, who would you choose?"

"It must be you! Only you."

Hearing this, most of the depression that had been pent up in his heart for the past few days was taken away, and the empty part slowly flowed into the sweet honey, making him suddenly enlightened. His face was normal, and he pretended to be nonchalant and responded: "Oh."

"Oh?!" The girl on his back seemed to be irritated by his bland response and asked angrily, "Don't you believe it?"

"Well, I doubt it."

He suppressed the smile on his lips.

A cat with its fur standing on end is really fun, and he really wants to play with it.

"Humph! Just wait and see! Time will tell!"

"Ah."

"It will definitely be very painful when the medicine is applied later." She muttered, "You have to stay by my side and talk to me! Don't ignore me! Do you hear me, Leng Che!"

"it is good."