Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Another half hour.

Mi Bei turned around, moved his body painfully, and saw Zhuge Qinuo sitting in the driver's seat with his head down, typing rapidly on his mobile phone.

"Are we there yet?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah!" Zhuge Qinuo responded, but did not look up immediately, and instead finished the things in his hands more quickly.

After finishing the work, I put down my phone and said to him, "It's been half an hour since I got here. You have a fever, and I saw you were asleep, so I didn't disturb you and took care of some things first."

She unbuckled her seatbelt: "Wait, I'll help you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran to the passenger seat with small steps and opened the door. Her voice followed: "I'll help you down. You've rested for a while, and your body has forgotten the pain just now. If you move now, it may hurt. Go slowly."

After explaining, she helped him upstairs. He was happy to be this sickly girl. Besides, he was really weak at the moment, so there was no need to pretend.

Zhuge Qinuo was already very familiar with going to Mibei's dormitory. When he opened the door and found that his roommates were not there, he became even more indulgent. He helped Mibei to the bed and touched his forehead. The temperature was higher than before: "Do you have a headache?"

Mibei was actually just weak, he didn't have a headache. But a headache is a headache, he wanted to make himself look more miserable: "Yeah, it hurts!" He lied.

"Wait a minute!" Zhuge Qinuo did not show much nervousness. Instead, he turned around and left in a hurry.

"Gone?" He thought she would show more concern for him. If he hadn't heard the sound of her going downstairs, then going upstairs, downstairs again, and finally the sound of the door closing, he would have really thought she was leaving.

There was another rustling sound.

"Ah, I'm so tired!" I finally heard her voice.

"I've really walked up all the stairs for a month." Zhuge Qinuo said as he picked up a box and put it on Mi Bei's bedside table. "Also, I've used up the quota for moving things for a month."

It was not until she calmed down, moved a stool to sit beside his bed, and reached out to open the white box that he realized it was a medicine box.

He took out the forehead thermometer and "dropped" it on Mibei's forehead, Adam's apple and the back of her neck.

Zhuge Qinuo: "About 38.7 degrees."

Mi Bei wondered when this medicine box was bought, and the pupil earthquake hadn't started yet.

She added, "I'll cook something to eat first and then I'll treat your wound."

Food? Mi Bei couldn't believe it. Where did the food come from in this room? He was afraid that she would be disappointed. If there was any food in the dormitory where he and his friends lived, it might only be expired instant noodles. He didn't want Zhuge Qinuo to see that scene. He wanted to stop her, but she turned and left again.

Then came the sound of pots and pans colliding and water running.

"These bowls may not have been used for several lifetimes. When she finishes washing the dishes and finds that there is nothing left, she will definitely collapse." Mi Bei closed his eyes, expressing despair. The rough life of a bunch of men was just displayed in front of the people he cared about.

Not long after, Zhuge Qinuo came back.

"The bowls haven't been used for a long time. They're very messy! Sorry for embarrassing yourself." Mi Bei spoke first.

"Isn't this normal? There are a bunch of boys here, and they are often busy outside. I haven't seen your roommate here in these few times. It's normal that there is no worldly atmosphere." I didn't expect her to not care.

After that, she took the medicine box to Mi Bei's bed and said, "Come on, take off your coat."

Take off the coat? Mi Bei's eyes lit up. Zhuge Qinuo did not see this surprised expression, but turned away again, and came back with a small basin in his hand.

Mi Bei did not obey and kept wearing his clothes.

Zhuge Qinuo: "I don't have any improper thoughts about you this time. I just want to help you treat your wounds."

Mibei: “This time?”

The focus he grasps is always so strange.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't respond, but threw the towel into the water: "Wipe any part of your body that can be wiped, wash your hands and face. Look at your face, it's all covered with bloodstains."

Mi Bei just remembered that his face must be very colorful at this moment.

"Thank you!" he said shyly and took off his jacket.

Zhuge Qinuo put the clothes aside, wrung out the towel and handed it to Mi Bei: "New one."

Mi Bei took the towel and tried to wash it as casually as possible, but found that he really had no strength left. In addition, the blood on his face had dried, so he couldn't wash it clean at once.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stepped forward, took the towel, and washed it in the water again: "You can't wipe it clean, let me do it."

She sat on the edge of Mi Bei's bed, acting out the plot of an idol drama. She really didn't have time to think too much, at this moment, she already felt tired and hungry, and sleepy. She moved closer to Mi Bei and wiped his face carefully, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Mi Bei was different. As the passive party, he wished he was the one who took care of others. She was meticulous and still in the suspenders. He watched her approach and could feel her breath. He didn't dare to stay on her face. He lowered his eyes, but saw her snow-white neck, and then his eyes unconsciously moved downwards. When he realized that his eyes were still looking down, he closed his eyes in panic.

"What's wrong?" Zhuge Qinuo asked.

Before Mi Bei could think of how to answer, she was stunned by her own slow thinking. What happened? At such a close distance, wouldn't it be better for him to close his eyes? What else? She quickly turned her mind and made up for the embarrassment before Mi Bei answered: "You seem to have predicted that I was about to wipe near my eyes."

I can’t care about so many things, and I can’t care how ridiculous the reasons are.

"Haha, then I'm quite powerful." Mi Bei smiled weakly.

She hadn't noticed it before, but seeing the pale Mi Bei smile from such a close distance, she suddenly understood what a broken and fragile little Xiu Gou was. He closed his eyes, but she was absent-minded for a long time. She could clearly feel her accelerated heartbeat, which was simply unstoppable.

She knew that she couldn't continue at such a close distance. What level of yandere beauty attack was this? Was this the kind of beauty she could bear? Zhuge Qinuo once again doubted his own determination.

She straightened up.

"What's wrong?" Mi Bei opened his eyes and turned to look at her, "You're fine so soon?"

She moved back a little further, and nervously grabbed the hem of her skirt with one hand.

His eyes followed her hand to her body sitting on the edge of the bed and he reached out.

Maybe because of the pain and he couldn't control his strength well, he slightly touched her hand that was tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.

"It's over, he saw my hand, has my nervousness been exposed?" she thought. She didn't know how to react with her clenched hands, should she keep them as they were, or loosen them?

But Mi Bei passed her hand over and lifted her skirt.

"What is he going to do? What should I do?" She became even more nervous.

"Is it injured here too?" Mi Bei asked.