Love Letters

Xu Mobai got the medicine from somewhere. She sat on the table and he leaned over to apply the medicine on her.

He Miao applied the lotion on his forehead first, because of a bump, his forehead was swollen like a rhinoceros and a unicorn.

The cotton swab was dipped in alcohol and He Miao hid everywhere.

Xu Mobai used a little force to hold the person still.

"do not move!"

The voice was gentle but powerful, and He Miao didn't dare to make any more noise.

The boy had thick eyelashes, thin earlobes, smooth lines of his nose, and skin that was dazzlingly white under the light.

He held a cotton swab in his hand, dipped it in alcohol and applied it little by little on her forehead with a focused and serious expression.

The distance between the two was too close, He Miao shrank his neck, but the hand holding the back of his head suddenly tightened.

The sunlight shone through the light blue curtains onto the outline of his hair, enveloping him in a clean and warm halo.

On a quiet summer afternoon, time seems to freeze at this moment and no longer flows.

Why was Xu Mobai suddenly so gentle to her? He Miao was a little uncomfortable.

Noticing her movement, he casually asked her, "Does it hurt?"

She raised her eyes and happened to meet his cold gaze. She blinked, lowered her head calmly, and restrained herself a little.

His breath gently blew on her face, blowing the hair sticking to her face, making her face itchy.

It hurts and it itches!

The places he touched, including the palms of my hands, began to feel hot.

He Miao's wound hurt but he was too embarrassed to cry out, especially since he had caused the injury himself.

Xu Mobai seemed to see through her thoughts and eased the force of his hands.

The contrast between the before and after was so great that they seemed like two different people. He Miao felt that Xu Mobai in front of him seemed to have been possessed by another spirit.

She suddenly wanted to understand those things. She felt that if she died one day, her death might be unclear.

"Xu Mobai, why do you hate me?"

There were still tears in the corners of He Miao's eyes. The tears hanging on her eyelashes were crystal clear, and the corners of her eyes were also red, like a rabbit.

"I don't think I have offended you."

As he spoke, He Miao's tone softened and he wanted to cry again.

Xu Mobai was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said calmly: "No."

Hearing this, He Miao looked up at him.

"I don't hate you."

He met her gaze and spoke very seriously.

He Miao didn't know if he was afraid that she would cry and was deliberately coaxing her, but since he said it himself, she took it seriously for the time being.

"You act so arrogant every day as if someone owes you money, and you also like to tell tales on me. I always thought you were targeting me."

Once He Miao started complaining, she wouldn't stop, as if she wanted to tell him all the grievances she had suffered from him and others.

Xu Mobai listened silently, and rarely did he refute or get angry.

"Xu Mobai, can you talk more in the future?"

He Miao's eyelashes drooped meekly, casting a small fan-shaped shadow.

She pouted in dissatisfaction, "You always make me think you are unhappy because you don't talk much."

"Ah."

As soon as He Miao heard his agreement, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Smile more."

The breeze blew, his hair fluttered, and he smiled with an imperceptible smile, and said, "Okay."

Xu Mobai's actions were gentle, which was unusual for him.

However, the more you rub, the more itchy and tormented you become.

In addition, the two of them were very close, and his fingertips would occasionally touch her, bringing a hint of cool and numbing temperature that instantly spread to every part of his body.

He Miao felt a little itchy and his body and mind were put to a great test.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and it was hard to tell whether she was itchy or scared.

"You didn't eat enough?"

She finally couldn't help it and choked him angrily.

Xu Mobai was stunned for a moment, then seemed to react.

His eyes dimmed, his Adam's apple moved slightly, his hands exerted force, and his tone became cold, "Who did you say didn't have enough food?"

"I...it's me..."

He Miao jumped up, pursed his lips guiltily, and smoothed the hair around his ears.

"I'm going to eat."

.......

He Miao returned to the classroom with a head full of scars.

Because some of the soda was spilled, the rest was returned to Xu Mobai.

He Miao went to the convenience store again.

Just after giving the money and preparing to go back, I ran into Mao Min and Wang Qian.

"Please help me pay."

Mao Min placed the snacks on the cash register, acting like a young lady and bossing people around.

He Miao looked at her without saying anything.

"He Miao, give the money to me."

Mao Min repeated it again.

"I have no money."

He Miao spread his hands and then took out both pockets.

Wang Qian's eyes were sharp, and her tone was full of impatience, "Then what are you holding in your hand?"

He Miao quickly opened the bottle cap and took a sip, "I can only afford a bottle of soda, and I've already drunk it."

She is neither humble nor arrogant, nor is she rich.

"He Miao, fuck your uncle."

He Miao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have an uncle for you to fuck."

A true warrior dares to stand up to the powerful.

"you......"

"Sorry, I have to go back to class. My homeroom teacher has been keeping a close eye on me these past few days."

He Miao did not continue to argue with them and turned back to the classroom.

"It's so funny. Sometimes I admire He Miao's spirit of letting you laugh at me, and I will laugh at you after a while."

"She didn't seem to be like this before."

"I heard that he climbed over the wall and broke his head on his way back."

"I feel like her mentality has improved and her heart is much stronger."

The students passing by were whispering, but when they saw Mao Min and the others looking at them, they fell silent and trotted away.

Facing the current He Miao, Mao Min feels a little frustrated.

She could basically scare those students, whether they had good or poor grades, into spending money to buy them food.

Only He Miao couldn't be called, because she really had no money.

Even if I had any, I would spend it all on myself.

Even if it is food, he will take a bite first in front of others to discourage them.

There's really nothing we can do about her.

The setting sun dyed the sky outside the window a fiery red.

A comfortable breeze blew in from the window, and she was tempted by the wind to stick her head out.

He Miao got the notes but hadn't had time to look at them before he realized that he hadn't done his homework yet and that he had to hand it in after school...

She reluctantly left the wind, retracted her head, took out her homework and started writing.

"Weiwei, you have such a good relationship with Xu Mobai, why don't you lend us his notes sometime?"

"Yeah, it's just a note, there shouldn't be any problem."

He Miao looked at the test paper, calculated the questions in her mind, and wrote non-stop, but her ears were still listening to gossip.

"Can......."

"Oh Vivi!"

"Ok."

Shen Weiwei went to borrow his notes again.

He Miao put down his writing and stuffed the notes in the drawer into his schoolbag.

Time passed by minute by minute, and He Miao was now fully devoted to the battle with homework.

He Miao was tired from writing, so he stopped to drink some water.

"Miao'er, lend me yours for a minute."

"Get it yourself. I don't have any hands right now."

He Miao couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

Liu Feifei reached into her desk and took it out.

The first person to see the notes was Liu Feifei.

"Fuck! You actually have Xu Mobai's notes?"

"Let me see it too."

She flipped through a few pages nonchalantly, then asked in confusion, "Is this notebook you got a fake one?"

He Miao's hand, which was leaving an afterimage, finally stopped and she looked at Liu Feifei in disbelief.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He Miao, who was drinking water, almost choked.

"what?"