only……
[This is too itchy, is she using her hair to tickle my wound? She's a witch after all, I can't lose!]
But you can't blame her, it's this naughty dandelion.
Qingting took a quick glance at Wei Lai, who was enduring with his eyes closed. A hint of sympathy flashed in her eyes. She decided not to test him anymore and subconsciously retracted her other hand, intending to help take away the troublesome dandelion.
Just as she was about to grab the dandelion, Wei Lai's bent legs suddenly became free and stretched out, making her hand lose control.
She was stunned and hadn't turned around to see what was going on when Wei Lai quickly stood up and the gust of wind hit her face.
Wei Lai lay on the mat for a while and felt Qingting's hand leave his leg. Thinking that Qingting felt that she had won and had given up her "control" of him, he immediately used his accumulated strength to stand up suddenly, trying to scare her.
When his lips touched something soft and slippery, he opened his eyes curiously and saw Qingting's astonished look. She was indeed startled.
But he himself was not much better.
The sun hanging in the sky is not as beautiful as the morning sun, nor as warm as the noon sun, but precisely because of this, it quietly emits its vitality and brings warmth to the earth.
The dandelions in the corner of the school playground are small and inconspicuous, but when the autumn wind blows, the seeds with white flower umbrellas fly freely in the campus.
"Okay, one minute is up. Everyone can get up and let the group that hasn't done it go over."
Miao Luo looked at the stopwatch in his hand, counted to the last few seconds and pressed it, then looked up and shouted.
Hearing her voice, Wei Lai and Qing Ting came to their senses, hurriedly separated, and stood up together.
"You can't blame me for this. You were the one who teased me with my hair first."
"It's not hair, it's a dandelion. It fell there by itself."
The two people stood together, not daring to look at each other's faces, lowering their heads and talking in low voices.
When Wei Lai heard what Qingting said, he looked at the wound on his knee. The dandelion was still there, and it was shaking its white flower umbrella comfortably on the wound as if it had found suitable soil.
“…”
Wei Lai blushed instantly and silently reached out to pick the mischievous dandelion from the wound.
"This match is a draw. Can you give me the dandelion?"
"If I lose, I lose. It's not like I can't afford to lose. You can take it if you want."
Both of them did sixteen sit-ups, but Wei Lai was too embarrassed to count the last one. He muttered to himself and put the dandelion he got into the palm of Qingting's outstretched hand.
"Then consider this as the reward for winning the competition." Qingting grabbed the dandelion's small flower umbrella, facing the sunlight and looking at the small black body below.
This little guy is so naughty, we need to find a place for it to settle down and settle down.
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