There was no significant expression on that little face. If one had to describe it, Qiao Sirui looked carefully and probably saw a sense of despair in Chu Ci's eyes.
Then the little girl yawned, and bits of crystal overflowed and stained her eyelashes. Her eyes were extremely beautiful, as if they had just been washed with water, clear and beautiful. Because the two were a little close to each other, the baby sound of Chu Ci's deep breath when she yawned made Qiao Sirui, who was already immersed in Chu Ci's voice, tremble in his heart, and then he slowly exhaled following Chu Ci's breathing.
Chu Ci raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, wiping away the tears that had just appeared from her yawning. A playful smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She looked at Qiao Sirui in front of her, her voice still slurred, the corners of her lips slightly curved, and she looked at him with half-closed eyes, "How was this class?"
"Not bad." Qiao Sirui raised his eyebrows and spoke, waving the notebook he brought with him. Half of the class had already passed, and he had written something down in the notebook. Although the handwriting was a bit sloppy, it was obvious that he had indeed listened.
"You actually listened?"
Seeing the little girl's eyes slightly widened and her little body leaning over to look at the notebook in his hand, Qiao Sirui's eyes dimmed slightly as he looked at the slight sleepiness on Chu Ci's face.
The little girl's complexion was not very good yesterday, and it was still a little pale today. Moreover, when I heard the little girl making a phone call yesterday, I naturally knew that she was sick.
It was a little hot in the room, and she was sweating a little. Some hair stuck to her forehead. She had a fresh scent of milk and shower gel on her body, which was as soft and sweet as cake cream, making people feel particularly comfortable.
Qiao Sirui, who has never liked sweets, felt for the first time that there was a reason why sweets could make people happy.
Qiao Sirui's love value +2, currently 17.
Chu Ci had taken the notebook in his hand and flipped through two pages casually. Because of her movements, the two of them inevitably got a little closer. Qiao Sirui raised his eyebrows slightly, letting Chu Ci move, then raised his hand and very naturally picked off the strands of hair that were stuck to Chu Ci's forehead.
The faint lemon scent on his body suddenly came closer, carrying the burning heat between them, so lightly brushing against her forehead. Chu Ci looked up at him.
This man didn't feel at all that people were getting too close to each other. He leaned back in the chair like this, and his Beijing young master accent was extremely pleasant. The erhua sound he added from time to time made people feel that he was chuckling and teasing them.
But in reality, it was just his usual lazy and casual way of talking.
"I heard that you have been sick recently?" Qiao Sirui asked, holding a strand of Chu Ci's slightly sweaty hair in his hand. However, this time he didn't dare to pull it like before, which would make the little girl angry. So he raised his hand and tucked it behind Chu Ci's ear.
"I had a little fever before, but I'm fine now." Chu Ci returned the notebook in his hand to him, then nodded in response, shrank back, and sat down in her chair. The distance between the two of them, which was originally quite close, suddenly widened.
Qiao Sirui pursed his lips and glanced at her.
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