The next morning, everyone agreed to meet at Murong Huan's house.

Song Yi and Hang Feng were on the same route, so they agreed to meet at a place and prepared to go together.

At the intersection, Song Yi saw Hang Feng and waved to him from a distance.

When she got closer, Hang Feng handed her a breakfast and said, "Let's go."

Looking at the hot soy milk and rolls in her hands, Song Yi was a little surprised and said, "How do you know I didn't have breakfast?"

Hang Feng: "Even if you have eaten, you can eat a second helping."

Song Yi: "..."

She took back her hard-earned touch.

The two walked side by side to the station to wait for the bus. Song Yi bit a roll and drank soy milk, and his eyes fell on Hang Feng.

Hang Feng looked into the distance, paying attention to the arrival of the bus.

Song Yi took a bite of the burrito, then reached out and poked Hang Feng with her elbow, "Hey."

Hang Feng turned his head to look at her, "What's up?"

Song Yi asked in a low voice, "You are so nice to me today, is it because you are my guardian angel?"

"Yeah." Hang Feng nodded and said very perfunctorily, "I am."

Song Yi: "..."

She was really suspicious at first, but Hang Feng's attitude made her rule it out immediately.

Who would admit it so frankly? The sooner you admit it, the faker it is, right?

So Song Yi ignored Hang Feng and continued to lower her head to eat her breakfast, and Hang Feng didn't say anything.

Soon the bus came, and the two got on the bus one after the other.

Perhaps because most schools were on vacation, there were not many people on the bus today, so the two sat on the double chair closest to the back door.

Song Yi was a little sleepy because she couldn't sleep last night because of the guardian angel.

She sat in the inner seat, leaned her head against the car window and closed her eyes.

For some reason, many scenes from idol dramas that she had watched appeared in Song Yi's mind.

When the heroine leaned against the car window, the wind should gently blow the hair on her cheeks, and the sun should also shine gently on her face. Everything should be beautiful...

"Bang--"

A sharp turn broke Song Yi's fantasy, and her forehead hit the car window, and her expression was distorted in pain.

Hang Feng looked at her quickly and asked, "What's wrong?"

The aunt who was buying vegetables in the front row turned her head to look at Song Yi.

Song Yi covered her forehead and took a few deep breaths before saying, "I hit the car window."

Hang Feng looked speechless, and of course Song Yi herself was also speechless about this.

She could not only sprain her ankle, but also hit her forehead when leaning against a car window. As a heroine, she was really unlucky.

Hang Feng said, "Let me see."

"No." Song Yi covered her forehead and looked out the window. She really didn't want anyone to see her grimacing in pain. After all, it was still embarrassing.

After a long silence, Hang Feng asked again, "Is it okay?"

Song Yi tentatively let go of her hand and touched her forehead again. Although it was still a little painful, it had eased.

So she replied, "It should be fine."

Hang Feng's voice sounded coldly: "I said the car window is okay, right? I heard that sound was quite loud just now."

Song Yi: "..."

Her fist hardened.

She looked at Hang Feng, and her anger overwhelmed the pain for a moment. She gritted her teeth and said, "Hang, Feng!"

But Hang Feng did not speak, but stretched out a hand to press against Song Yi's right cheek to prevent her from turning her face away again.

His eyes fell on Song Yi's forehead, and he looked carefully at the place where she was injured. Her fair skin was a little red, and it seemed that she was hit hard.

He said, "How stupid."

Song Yi: "???"

No, what was he talking about?

He actually scolded her? He actually dared to scold her!!!

Song Yi became even angrier. She pushed away Hang Feng's hand like a little lion with bared fangs and claws. "You are stupid! You are the stupidest! What are you looking at? What's so good about it!"

"Fortunately, I'm not your guardian angel, otherwise I would be mad at you today!"

After saying that, Song Yi turned her head and looked out the window again, leaving only the back of her head to Hang Feng.

Hang Feng's eyes dropped, and he unconsciously reached out to touch the note in his pocket again.

From what Song Yi said just now, it didn't sound false. She was indeed not his guardian angel. A trace of expectation was ignited and then extinguished completely.

Yes, there are not so many coincidences in this world.

But it's good enough now.

Song Yi originally thought that she would not speak to Hang Feng again before arriving at Murong Huan's house today, but he dragged her off the bus when the bus was only halfway there. Song Yi

knew that Hang Feng was not someone who suddenly went crazy, so she did not struggle and followed him to the door of a small store.

Song Yi asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

Hang Feng said, "Buying something."

Song Yi said, "It's like listening to your words."

Hang Feng didn't say anything else, but just walked in.

Song Yi yawned at the door. She wanted to see what Hang Feng wanted to do.

Soon Hang Feng came out with a bottle of frozen mineral water in his hand.

Song Yi asked curiously, "You still drink such cold mineral water in the middle of winter?"

Hang Feng handed the mineral water to Song Yi, "Take it, apply ice."

Although she understood what Hang Feng meant, Song Yi still took a step back, with a face full of rejection: "Cold! Cold! I don't want it!"

In the middle of winter, the wind outside blowing on her face felt like someone slapping her in the face, let alone applying ice, which would be almost life-threatening.

Song Yi was not afraid of anything except the cold.

Getting up early every day and leaving the warm bed was a pain in her life. In this temperature, she had to carry the frozen mineral water by herself. She might as well pack up

and die. Anyway, the swelling will disappear in two days, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't apply ice.

Song Yi thought as she lowered her head and tied her scarf tighter, fearing that a little cold wind would blow into her neck.

At the moment she lowered her head, she suddenly felt a burst of coldness on her forehead, and Song Yi was so cold that she almost cried out.

Song Yi wanted to escape, but Hang Feng's other hand instantly grabbed her arm and said, "Don't move."

Song Yi raised her head and looked at him with wide eyes, "Hang Feng! Let me go! It's cold!"

Hang Feng did not answer, and looked at her with his narrow eyes, not wanting to show weakness. The strength of holding her arm did not decrease at all, and he only said two words, "Bear with it."

Song Yi: "..."

So angry.

But just when she was about to teach Hang Feng a lesson, she felt that the pain in her forehead was indeed relieved a lot, and ice compress was indeed useful.

Of course, it might also be because the touch was too cold, and it directly numbed her.

The two confronted each other for nearly five minutes.

Hang Feng said, "It's time to go, or we'll be late."

Song Yi said with a fake smile, "How do we get there?"

Hang Feng said, "I'll give you two choices, one is for you to hold it, the other is for me to hold it for you."

Song Yi said without hesitation, "I choose you to hold it."

You know, her forehead was numb from the cold, and it didn't hurt or feel cold, but she was shivering.

Song Yi would never let her hands touch the bottle of mineral water again, absolutely impossible!

So the two of them returned to the bus station in such a strange posture.

Song Yi sat on a seat at the bus station, and Hang Feng sat next to her, and raised his hand to hold the bottle of mineral water tightly against the redness and swelling on her forehead, and it was the same until she got on the bus.

The boy's hand was holding the bottle of mineral water in the air. The bone-piercing cold was transmitted by his body temperature. His knuckles were frozen white, and his whole hand was stiff due to the cold.

Song Yi also felt that it was not right to let Hang Feng hold it all the time, so she said, "It's almost done. I don't feel any pain anymore."

Hang Feng said, "It's not even 20 minutes yet."

Seeing that there was no way to persuade Hang Feng, Song Yi hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly took off one of her gloves and handed it to Hang Feng, saying, "Then you put it on before you take it."

After all, he was helping himself, and it would not be appropriate if he froze.

But Hang Feng still refused, saying, "No, you put it on."

At this moment, the bus turned another corner and passed in front of a high-end residential area.

At the intersection, Xu Che, wearing a black coat, was standing at the intersection with his little white dog on a leash.

He was waiting for the bus to pass before leaving, and when he raised his eyes inadvertently, he revealed an emotion of surprise that he could not hide.

The glass window at the back showed a harmonious and even beautiful picture.

The girl sat by the window, revealing her pretty profile, but her face was full of reluctance, and a bottle of mineral water was ridiculously placed on her forehead.

The boy sitting next to her, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, with gentle eyes, was none other than his brother Hang Feng, who always had a paralyzed face.

They looked too well-matched.