[net king] light as fleeting

With a sullen face, Fujiwara Ri's cuffs were gently rolled up. When Atobe saw a large circle of white bandages, his face was not enough to be described as 'gloomy'.

"How did you do it?" Atobe glanced at Fujiwara Ri, who was curled up in his arms, with gloomy eyes.Can such a wound be accidentally made?How dare she hide it, this woman must have completely ignored his words.

Hearing the displeasure and hidden warning in Atobe's tone, Fujiwara Ri hesitated for a long time before explaining everything in a low voice: "I put an iron nail in the drawer of the desk, and I accidentally cut it."

"Then what?" Atobe knew that Fujiwara Ri dared to hide it, so naturally he did enough to avoid Sakurai Azusa's suspicion.

"I wrapped the nails in notebook paper and threw them in the trash."

Atobe continued to ask in a low voice, looking at the rolled up cuffs, only a very faint red was left.If you don't look carefully, plus Fujiwara Ri's deliberate concealment, you can't see it at all: "What else?"

"...Wipe all the blood from the wound and clothes with water."

"You stupid woman!" Since Fujiwara Ri met Atobe, it was the first time that Atobe yelled at her out of control.Memories that I had deliberately forgotten came to my mind.

Fujiwara Ri reached out and just put his hand on Atobe's waist, and repeated in a low voice over and over again: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I don't want you to worry about me."

"If you don't want to worry people, you shouldn't hide it." Listening to Fujiwara Ri's murmur, Atobe pulled down the rolled up cuffs for her.Half bent down, and directly hugged the person in his arms.

"Sorry……"

"Shut up, be quiet." Atobe hugged the person and walked down the stairs, ignoring the surprised gazes of several maids in the hall, and walked directly to the vehicles parked outside the hall.

The driver sitting in the driver's seat just saw Atobe walking out of the lobby holding Fujiwara Ri.He hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, and helped Atobe to open the rear door.

With her uninjured left hand, Fujiwara tightly grabbed the skirt of Atobu's chest, her whole head retracted into his arms, unwilling to come out.Seeing her like this, Atobe unexpectedly didn't reprimand her again, and directly sat her on his lap, and told the driver in the driver's seat, "Go to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

Atobe hugged Ri Fujiwara, who was completely in his arms, and raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows.Effortlessly carrying the person through the registration, he went directly to the trauma department.

"Where is the injury? Let me look at the wound." The doctor who saw the doctor was a man in his 30s. Ri Fujiwara looked up at the scar department before rolling up his sleeves to reveal the white bandage on his hand.

"How did it hurt?"

"Accidentally cut by an iron nail..."

"Iron nails." Hearing this, the doctor's expression tightened, and he gently removed the bandage on Fujiwara Ri's hand little by little.The wound was not long, but it was cut very deep. It should have been cut back and forth twice.

The doctor looked at it carefully for a long time, and saw that the edge of the wound seemed to be a little white: "Did the wound touch water?"

Fujiwara Ri nodded silently, not daring to turn her head to look at the trace department.She knew that Atobe was very angry at this time, but she didn't scold her again. Even so, she still didn't have the courage to look at Atobe's face.

"It seems that a needle to prevent infection is needed." The doctor turned around and put the hospital receipt on the white desk, wrote for a while, and put down the pen: "I'm helping you re-sterilize it."

This time the disinfection process did not hurt when the female school doctor sterilized her at noon. The nails of Fujiwara Ri's left hand sank directly into the palm of Atobe's wrapping her, and five bruised finger marks were pinched out, but she refused to cry out. Make a sound.

After disinfection, the doctor put the necessary equipment back into the medicine box and asked casually, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Fujiwara Ri trembled, lowered her head silently, and said faintly from her bitten white lips: "...No."

"After the injection, you must eat quickly, preferably liquid food, such as rice porridge. Pay attention to rest, and eat more nutritional supplements at ordinary times."

When the doctor said this, his eyes were looking at Atobe. After listening to what he said, Atobe nodded and said "thank you", then half bent down, hugged Ri Fujiwara back into his arms, and turned to see the doctor. house.

Silence, oppressive silence.Fujiwara Ri shrank back, not daring to say a word to Atobe.The empty stomach was still throbbing, making her even more afraid to move.

Fujiwara Ri relaxed her body, leaned her head against Atobe's neck, and closed her eyes.The tip of her nose was filled with the fragrance from Atobe's body, which was very light and pleasant to smell. It seemed that even the pain was relieved by this fragrance, which made her start to feel sleepy again.

……

Fujiwara Ri woke up again because she was pushed awake by Atobe, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar room layout.Fujiwara Ri looked around the room before confirming that she was staying in her own room.

She fell asleep again unknowingly, Fujiwara Ri raised her hands to rub her sore eye sockets.Just as he was about to move his right hand, he was pushed back by a hand stretched out from the side.

"Open your mouth." Atobe sat on the chair beside Fujiwara Ri's bed, shook a spoonful of porridge with a blue porcelain spoon in his right hand, and handed it to her mouth.

Atobe frowned, looking at Ri Fujiwara with a blank face.When she thought of her deliberately concealing the matter, she felt displeased, and her tone of voice also contained lingering anger: "What are you doing in a daze, open your mouth."

Fujiwara Ri moved her right hand, and the tightly bandaged wound immediately ached.Swallowing back the thought of wanting to eat by herself, she opened her mouth obediently, and Atobe blew cold rice porridge spoonful by spoonful, and then fed her.

One was slowly feeding the porridge, and the other was eating in small bites, neither of them spoke.The stomach that was throbbing at first, but because of drinking the hot porridge, the pain gradually eased a lot.

A bowl of porridge soon bottomed out, Atobe put the bowl aside, pulled out a tissue and leaned over to wipe Fujiwara Ri's mouth.

Fujiwara Ri's body stiffened suddenly, and her pale face showed an inconspicuous pale pink color because of Atobu's approaching movement.

The two were so close that Fujiwara Ri could almost feel Atobe's subtle breathing.Stiff body, a little overwhelmed and wanted to move back, Atobe had already got up and backed away.

Looking at Atobe who turned around and wanted to leave, Fujiwara Ri subconsciously reached out to grab the corner of his clothes.Deep in the eyes clearly expressed his unwillingness to leave Atobe.Looking at the expressionless Atobe, Fujiwara Ri slowly let go of her left hand that was holding the corner of her clothes.

Even Atobe couldn't stay with her all the time.

"What are you thinking about? I just want someone to come in and pack up." Seeing Fujiwara Ri's expression as if he was abandoned by someone, Atobe weakly raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and glanced at the box on the side cabinet. Bowl spoon, sat down on the chair again.

Seeing Atobe sitting back to his original position, Fujiwara immediately stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and shouted softly: "Atobe."

"Ah."

"The Department of Traces?"

"Yeah." Atobe continued to respond with a good temper.

"The trace department..."

"Just say whatever you want."

"I'm so happy that you can accompany me." Fujiwara Ri leaned her head on the pillow, staring at Atobe, unwilling to turn away.As if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly laughed softly, like a cute expression of a child who got a favorite gift.

Atobe raised his hand and pulled Fujiwara up to cover the quilt, still expressionless.Seeing her smiling happily, she couldn't help warning in a low voice: "You still dare to laugh? You can try to ignore my uncle next time."

Fujiwara Ri opened her beautiful purple eyes and paused word by word: "Atobe, I like you."

"My uncle has heard it many times." But every time I listen to it, Atobe's mood is still happy because of this sentence.

It was Atobe who knew that Fujiwara Ri was not good at talking, so she could only repeat this sentence to him over and over again to express her heart.

"I like it when you play the piano to me, it sounds very good."

Fujiwara Ri's voice was originally soft and ethereal, so although she spoke clearly, she would speak in a slightly lower voice than others.In addition, his body was a little weak at this time, and his voice was even weaker than usual.

"I like that you asked me to teach tennis. Atobe looks very good when he plays tennis."

Listening to Fujiwara Ri's evaluation, Atobe raised his eyebrows and interrupted: "Looks good? Everything about me is the most gorgeous."

"Well, isn't gorgeous and good-looking the same thing?"

"Does someone describe others as good-looking when they play tennis? Uh-huh, are you implying that my uncle is usually not good-looking?"

Fujiwara Ri shook his head and denied: "The usual Atobe is also very good-looking, um, it is the best-looking."

In Fujiwara Ri's cognition, the word "good-looking" is a compliment that can sum up everything.

Atobe, who wanted to understand, also gave up teaching her to learn more words to praise others. The three most beautiful words were enough for him to understand what Fujiwara Ri wanted to express.

Sometimes, if you teach too much, who knows how this woman's brain circuit will work.

Fujiwara Ri looked at Atobe's slightly curved lips, and couldn't help but be fascinated: "Atobe looks better when he smiles. If you like Atobe, you can accompany me and take me to see a doctor."

"I like the gift Atobe gave me, take me to the movies..."

Atobe listened quietly to Fujiwara Ri's murmur, and every time he heard a sentence, even he didn't realize that the smile on his lips deepened, and his mood was even more indescribably joyful.

The night wind outside the window blew through the leaves, and there was a 'rustling' sound, blowing into the room through the curtains.The bright moonlight poured all over the girl lying on the bed and the boy sitting on the bedside, printing a faint halo around them.

……

In the morning, Ri Fujiwara woke up on time at 07:30.As soon as she opened her eyes, she subconsciously looked at the place where Atobe was sitting last night. There was only a mahogany back chair left there, and the person who sat on it last night was gone.

Feeling a sense of loss in her heart, Fujiwara Ri turned her head and stared blankly at the ceiling in a daze, the thoughts in her mind had already gone far away.

Everything about last night kept spinning and playing in my mind.Fujiwara even forgot how she fell asleep in the end.

Focusing on memories, Fujiwara Ri didn't notice the sound of the door being opened.Until a figure walked to the window and opened the curtains, the sunlight was projected on that figure, and a huge shadow shrouded the eyes.

"Atobe." Fujiwara Ri quickly turned over and sat up, but felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell back on the bed.A strong arm circled behind her and stabilized her body.

"What are you shouting for? Is it just that you don't care about your own body?" The woman's face darkened, and she thought to herself, if you really don't pay close attention to it.

Fujiwara Ri completely ignored the displeasure on Atobe's face, and asked, "Did you leave?"

"What do you think?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, seeing the puzzled expression on Fujiwara Ri's face, he suddenly had a hint of teasing.

Fujiwara Ri turned her head to look at the chair beside the bed, and thought for a while in silence: "I don't know..."

"My uncle sleeps in the guest room, who would just sit on a chair all night foolishly." When Atobe said this, he turned his head to avoid the suspicious eyes cast by Fujiwara Ri, and turned his eyes to look out of the window, with a low clear voice Clearing his throat: "It's okay, just get up, my uncle has never been late."

"Hmm." Fujiwara Ri raised her face, and from her perspective, she could see his perfect chin curve, fair and smooth skin, and a faint circle of black under his eyes.

Turning to look at the alarm clock on the bedside, it was already [-]:[-], after thinking about it, Fujiwara Ri decided not to ask any more questions.If you are late, Atobe will be angry again.

Fujiwara Ri lifted the quilt, climbed out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

When the servants of the Fujiwara family saw Fujiwara Ri and Atobe holding hands, they were all stunned in place. Even after they were seated, they served breakfast in slow motion, placed it on the table, and stepped aside .

Everyone still couldn't hide their surprise, and several maids quietly gave the one standing on the far left a wink.This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Atobe who was observing everything secretly.

From the corner of the eye, she looked at Ri Fujiwara, who was eating quietly beside her, with a flat expression completely unaware of the situation.There will be such a reaction, in fact, it is also accumulated over a long period of time.

Atobe ate a Western-style breakfast calmly, as if he hadn't seen the scene just now.

The driver of Atobe's family went back last night, but this morning he reappeared and waited at the door of Fujiwara's house.

Without hesitation, Atobe directly took Fujiwara Ri to his private car.Since he chooses to associate with this stupid woman, it's not in line with his personality to hide it.

The person he likes, Keigo Atobu, is determined by him, and there is no need to worry about others.

When Ri Fujiwara and Atobe got off the special car for pick-up and drop-off together, the students at the gate of Hyotei all moved out of the way in surprise.Seeing the two holding hands, completely ignoring the surroundings, they walked straight to the third grade teaching building.

"Did that woman really hook up with Atobe-kun? Atobe actually came to school with her?!"

"So what if she hooks up, it depends on whether she can withstand the attack from the support group."

Hearing these words, Fujiwara Ri deliberately turned her head to look at the girl.That girl seemed familiar to her inexplicably.

Atobe held Fujiwara Ri's hand tightly, took advantage of the moment she turned her head, and lowered her head to her ear and said in a low voice, "Don't pay attention to what they say."

"Yeah." Fujiwara Ri realized that, at some point, she would unconditionally believe anything Atobe said.