Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 845 Sports Students vs. Dance Students 77
Qi An went back to school with an umbrella, went to the pharmacy to buy medicine by himself, went back to the dormitory to change clothes, treated the wound, disinfected and bandaged it with medicine, and washed it again with wet clothes. Everything was painful and smooth.

After she was done, she stayed for a few seconds, picked up the book immediately, and kept herself busy, as if in this way, she would not be sad, would not collapse, and would not think of people she shouldn't think about.

The next day, Shang Yan sent a message to Qi An, asking her to come to Pei's house and talk about the dance drama.

Qi'an was afraid of meeting someone, so he didn't really want to go, but he couldn't refuse the teacher, so he hurried over.

Fortunately, the whole Pei's house was unusually quiet, with a sense of coldness and emptiness. It seemed that he was not there, so Qi An was relieved, and went to the study with Shang Yan, where they had a lively discussion for several hours.

Unknowingly, the sky is approaching dusk, and the rays of the setting sun warmly envelope the snow-covered world, adding a bit of softness to the desolation.

"You have a kind of aura in you, and I like you very much."

Shang Yan was not stingy in expressing his praise. He inadvertently saw the weather outside the study and was surprised: "It's so late, you should stay for dinner. I just want to tell you about dance dramas."

"Don't trouble the teacher, I have to go home early."

Qi An declined, sat on the chair, folded his hands in front of him, with a unique subtlety and softness.

She was wearing a padded jacket today, but she took it off because of the heat. Inside was a retro brown college-style sweater. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. Her long black hair was naturally scattered behind her, covering the soft nape of her neck. She was thin. It's a bit thicker, and the chin is also pointed. Compared with the original softness, it has a more three-point sense of quiet story.

Shang Yan's phone rang suddenly, Qi An consciously fell silent, Shang Yan answered the phone, frowning slightly, hung up after saying a few words, and apologized to Qi An.

"I'm in a hurry here. I have to go out for a while. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality."

"Grandma, Teacher Xiaoqi!"

Pei Yangyu ran up in a hurry, tugged at Shang Yan's sleeves, raised his head, milky: "Second Uncle seems to be sick, he sleeps all day and doesn't play with me, his body is very hot."

Qi Anxin jumped slightly, is he at home?He lowered his eyes, covering his emotions.

Shang Yan hurried away, seeing Qi An next to him, his eyes lit up.

"An'an, you and Xu Yan also know each other, help me go upstairs and have a look."

"I..." Qi'an was startled, and waved her hands awkwardly, thinking that Pei Xuyan was annoying her so much, and seeing her, she would probably get mad if she wasn't sick.

It's just that he didn't even have time to say the word of rejection, so Shang Yan continued.

"I don't know what's wrong with this kid outside these days. I was very grateful to invite him back yesterday, and I've locked myself in the house until now. I don't even eat. I'm so angry!"

After finishing speaking, he said to Pei Yangyu: "What are you still doing here, hurry up and do your homework!"

Pei Yangyu hugged himself aggrievedly: "I'm only four years old."

Hey, he has endured vicissitudes that he shouldn't have to bear at this age.

"Teacher Shang." Qi An's voice was dry.

Shang Yan picked up his coat: "I'll go first."

"what……"

Qi An stood on the spot, facing Pei Yang Yu's eyes.

Why are there only two of them left!

The whole villa was extremely empty, Qi An sighed, resigned himself to go upstairs, went to Pei Xuyan's room, and knocked on the door twice, feeling anxious in his heart like swaying water, which would be spilled at any moment.

There was no response for a long time, Qi An thought of what Shang Yan said, and a little bit of worry filled his heart.

Pushing the door open, there was a creaking sound, neither soft nor heavy, in the dusk before the evening.

His room was a typical male bedroom, and it was much cleaner and tidy than the average person. It was almost the same as when he came last time, but many things were different.

The bits and pieces of the past were like a movie playing back and forth, Qi An suppressed the secret pain in his heart, saw the person on the bed, and his eyes narrowed.

The dark gray quilt covered him in a mess, and he couldn't sleep soundly, his brows furrowed tightly.

Qi An stopped at the bedside, looked down at him, and only at this time could she look at him seriously.

Most of the curtains in the bedroom were drawn by someone, and he was drowsy. Only a small ray of light at dusk came in from the window, which still couldn't illuminate the bedroom, but it happened to fall on his face, reflecting a clean half of his face. The side face, blurred as if it would glow.

It may be because of illness, he seems to have lost a lot of weight, even his face is a little pale, his breath is long, inexplicably makes people feel that the softest part of his heart has sunk, like the feeling of sand collapsing, irresistible, and Feel sour.

You were so proud when you met yesterday, why did you suddenly get sick?

Half of the afterglow of the setting sun just covered the two of them, mottled and jumping light spots on the floor. In the long silence, the girl bent down and reached out to touch his forehead.

After touching it, Qi An was taken aback by the scalding temperature, and hurriedly went to Pei Yangyu to ask for a medicine box, and took out a thermometer to measure Pei Xuyan's temperature.

Then I started to worry about how to measure the temperature. The thermometer should be placed under his body, but...

Qi'an patted Pei Xuyan, trying to wake him up, but he had a severe high fever, his consciousness was blurred, and he didn't respond at all.

I don’t know if I should be thankful, but the clothes he was wearing were a black shirt, which was messy and wrinkled in a few folds due to sleeping, and I could faintly see the contours of the undulating body, and the desire was hidden under the quilt, she bit the bullet and stretched out her hand To unbutton the man's shirt.

Pei Xuyan didn't know anything, her breathing was heavy, and Qi An actually felt a guilty conscience.

The texture of the metal buttons was cold, and his fingertips would occasionally brush against his hot skin. Finally, he undid the two buttons on the top. The neckline was opened, revealing two sections of collarbone. With an attractive color.

Qi An didn't dare to look too much, and hurriedly raised Pei Xuyan's arm, flicked the thermometer, and put his hand into his shirt.

Inevitable exposure to more hot skin.

He turned over suddenly, and Qi An's heart stopped beating in shock. After confirming that he was not awake, he quickly put the thermometer on his armpit, and then put down Pei Xuyan's arm, but the man frowned, as if he felt something foreign, and fell asleep. Not honest either.

Qi An could only work together with him, holding the thermometer with difficulty, and in the end almost half-pressing him, sweating from exhaustion, fine beads of sweat dripped from Qiong's nose, as if infected, her body also became hot , a feeble warning.

"Pei Xuyan, can you be more honest—"

How much strength you have, do you have no points in your heart!It's also thanks to Pei Xuyan's illness now, otherwise Qi An really wouldn't be able to suppress him.

He didn't know if he heard it, but he kicked the quilt away again, his long legs were stretched out on the edge of the bed, the hem of his black shirt was messily tucked into the half of his trousers, and he could still faintly see the outline of lean abdominal muscles.

Qi An's blood pressure began to rise.

How old is the young master?How come the rebellious period hasn't passed yet!
No wonder Mr. Shang said that, Qi An could even imagine the whole family being so angry with Pei Xuyan when they were young, in other words - he should be the one who grew up spoiled by everyone.

Growing up in love, being used to being pampered, you will never learn to bow your head.Why, right?

(End of this chapter)