After dinner, Qi Pan rested for a while and went to bed to catch up on his sleep.
After getting up in the afternoon, he took Eleven and Twelve to find Ying Zheng.
Just when they were halfway there, they met Fusu again.
Fusu was holding a kite in his hand and spoke to Qipan excitedly.
"Master, let's go fly a kite."
"This kite looks so fun!"
Qi Pan looked up at the sky above his head and saw that the sun was scorching.
She felt hot even after walking such a distance.
Not to mention flying a kite, you also have to run.
Qi Pan shook his head, "No, I don't want to play."
"ah........"
Fusu frowned, his eyes dimmed slightly.
"Master, don't you like it? I thought you would like it......"
I hope I don't understand.
Why did Fusu think that she would like flying kites?
It’s still such a hot day?
Qi Pan asked directly: "When did I ever say that I like flying kites?"
When she encounters problems, she never likes to waste time on internal conflicts.
If you don’t understand, just ask.
Fusu didn't expect Qi Pan to be so direct, he said.
"Then... maybe I heard it wrong."
"I thought you would like it, and I did it for a long time..."
As if inadvertently, Fusu revealed the wound on his hand.
There were several scratches on the pads of his slender fingers.
Some of them were still oozing with blood.
Looks particularly pitiful.
"Huh? Your hand is hurt?"
Qipan frowned.
Fusu hid his hand behind his back, "Ah... No, it's okay, just a small wound."
"It's okay."
Fusu thought Qi Pan would step forward and grab his hand to check.
Unexpectedly, Qi Pan just stood there and took a look, then spoke without moving.
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