Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

When Gong Huasui learned that Qinghe could come to his birthday party, he felt more relaxed, his chest was no longer stuffy, and he was so happy that he was bubbling with joy.

Sitting on the bed in the dormitory, blinking stupidly.

If Chi Qinghe moved around, he would follow him like a little tail.

If the bathroom wasn't blocked by a door, he would have followed her in and taken another shower.

Gong Huasui was wearing pajamas, sitting on his bed, his eyes fixed on the bed opposite him...

Chi Qinghe was holding the basin in one hand and wiping his hair with the other. As soon as he came out, he bumped into Gong Huasui at the door.

"Qinghe, I accidentally spilled milk tea on the quilt, it's all wet."

Gong Huasui lowered his voice like a child who had made a mistake, "What should I do? I don't want to sleep wrapped in a wet blanket."

Chi Qinghe put down his things and walked to the bed.

There was an exceptionally deep pool of water on the dark green goose down quilt, the size of a palm, with two small pearls on the surface.

Chi Qinghe lifted the corner of the quilt, and the beige milk tea liquid seeped into the quilt, soaking the blanket underneath. It was sticky and definitely not suitable for sleeping.

But after reading it, Chi Qinghe just found it funny. He looked at Gong Huasui with pretended worry.

"How did it fall? Didn't you hold it firmly?"

"I accidentally twisted my ankle and the milk tea flew out. It doesn't hurt. It's okay."

Gong Huasui took a few steps back and hid his slightly red ankle.

How could the flying milk tea only leave a palm-sized water mark without even a splashing trace?

But Chi Qinghe no longer had the heart to expose this green tea girl, because his ankle was really injured.

He helped the man to his bed, squatted down, held Gong Huasui's feet and moved them tentatively.

"Does it hurt?"

"No...it hurts."

Gong Huansui's last voice trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned red silently, just like a virgin bullied by ruffians in ancient times. But in fact, his fighting ability was even stronger than that of the village chief Shan Dawang.

Chi Qinghe sighed, went to the cabinet to look for medicine, and found a bottle of red medicinal wine specially used to treat bruises and injuries.

He poured the medicinal wine into his palm and rubbed it to warm it, then skillfully placed it on the boy's pink ankle and pressed it.

The intoxicating medicinal smell that was unique to the herbal wine instantly filled the entire dormitory and headed straight into Gong Huasui's nose, irritating him so much that he sneezed several times.

Chi Qinghe sighed again and gave instructions.

"Be more careful next time."

Gong Huasui lowered his eyes, staring at Chi Qinghe's fair and pretty face. Occasionally, water droplets would drip from his slightly wet hair, lingering on his collarbone for half a second before finally disappearing into his clothes, which was particularly imaginative.

He blinked and looked up. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, the extremely bright red spot between his eyebrows appeared again.

His fingers, which were pressing against the soft corner of the quilt, curled up slightly, and a feeling of unreality emerged in his heart, as if the person in front of him was like a splash of water in the mirror, and would disappear in the next second.

This feeling of anxiety and fear of loss arose for no reason and took a long time to subside, causing him to panic.

"Qinghe."

"Ah."

"Qinghe."

"Ah."

"Qinghe."

"I'm here."

Chi Qinghe responded patiently. Feeling a little tired of squatting, he held Gong Huasui's feet and sat on the bed. He poured some medicinal wine into his palms and rubbed them slowly.

"Qinghe, will you leave me?"

Chi Qinghe's movements faltered for a moment, and after pondering for a moment, he gave an ambiguous answer.

"I'll try my best to stay by your side."

If he survives.

Gong Huasui's tone suddenly became urgent. "I don't understand why you have to try your best. Is there someone forcing you to leave me? Who is it?"

"No one. Now is now, and later is later. No one can predict what will happen in the future." Chi Qinghe gently comforted.

"You're right! I will always remember Qinghe. I'll remember you applying the medicine for me, the gift you gave me, and all the good things you did for me..."

Gong Huasui touched Chi Qinghe's heart and felt the stiffness of the skin under his palm. He narrowed his eyes.

"Remember, there is a place here that belongs only to me."

For a moment, Chi Qinghe felt that the rationality and emotion in his body were constantly fighting and tearing each other apart.

He is rational and believes that time will dilute everything. Unless it is an obsession that hurts deep into the bones, no matter how passionate the attachment is, after three to five years, it will eventually become a dispensable existence.

This is the gift that time has bestowed upon mankind, powerful and cruel.

As a sentimental person, he simply yearns for that passionate emotion, and this alone is enough to make him lose his composure and all rationality.

But this is obviously wrong.

There was still medicinal wine in Chi Qinghe's palm, so he touched Gong Huasui with the back of his hand and easily covered it up under the pretext of coaxing him.

"Okay, there's a place for you, there will always be."

He spread his hands and stood up. "I'm going to wash my hands. I have a test to do later. You go to sleep first. Your foot injury will heal faster."

After being rejected so many times, both openly and secretly, Gong Huansui still felt sad. Seeing Chi Qinghe turning around and about to leave, he reluctantly grabbed the boy's clothes.

“How long will it take?”

"Half an hour, maybe an hour."

Chi Qinghe chuckled and bent down to look Gong Huasui in the eye. "After all, I promised my homeroom teacher that I would surpass the top student in the grade. If I don't work harder, I won't be able to do that."

He used the skin on the inside of his arm that was not stained by the medicinal wine to affectionately rub the loose hair on Gong Huasui's ear.

"So, don't wait for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory suddenly fell into darkness. Fortunately, the curtains were not drawn this time. With the moonlight outside the window, Chi Qinghe easily found the switch of the desk lamp.

The warm orange light brightened up and then slowly dimmed. Chi Qinghe washed his hands quickly, sat down at the desk, and whispered something towards the bed.

"Good night."

After a long time, the person on the bed responded with a "hmm" so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Chi Qinghe was not lying, he did have to do the test, but maybe he had sacrificed too many brain cells in the afternoon exam, so his speed in doing the questions was much slower than usual.

4011 suddenly floated out from somewhere. After all, it was a glowing potato chip, and sat down under the desk lamp.

Chi Qinghe paused for a moment, his gaze shifting from the boy on the bed to 4011. He said calmly, "You know what I'm doing is right."

4011: [Host, you are confused.]

Never.

[Okay, it's okay if you don't admit it, but you seem to be paying special attention to that person.]

4011's tone suddenly showed some reluctance.

[As a system, I regret to inform you that the plot setting cannot be changed. You did guess correctly at the beginning, Gong Huasui is not the male protagonist, but with his conditions...]

Chi Qinghe's mind instantly tensed up, [The third male lead?]

[That's right.] 4011 nodded. [No matter how much the third male lead dislikes the female lead in the early stages, he will still fall in love with her in the end. This is the irresistible force of the plot.]

[Also... this book tells the story of the heroine who marries into a wealthy family for love, but due to the reality gap between them, she breaks up and gets back together with the hero, and then moves between various stunning men... um... a colorful story.]

I don't accept it!