Seeing He Qinglin coming towards him aggressively, Ai Wen calmly hooked his finger and challenged He Qinglin.
When He Qinglin got close, he suddenly picked up the quilt and threw it over He Qinglin's head. Then, he unexpectedly pushed him down on the bed and pressed himself on top of him. He laughed wildly, "Hahahahaha, I want to see who teaches whom a lesson in the end."
"Get up!" He Qinglin had never been so embarrassed before. He was pinned down and completely unable to move. He struggled desperately, fighting with Aiwen.
Zhao Zhao found it interesting and was about to go forward to help He Qinglin, but was suddenly stopped by Song Zhixu who had appeared behind him at some point.
Looking back, I saw Song Zhixu with a gentle smile on his face, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Let me help you blow dry your hair."
Zhao Zhao nodded, "Okay." When her brother was at home, he often helped her blow-dry her hair, so she didn't feel anything was wrong when enjoying Song Zhixu's service.
Slender, warm fingertips weaved through her soft hair. The whirring of a hairdryer and the sounds of two teenagers playing nearby reached her ears. Zhao Zhao's lips curled up slightly, and she leaned her head against Song Zhixu's shoulder, squinting her eyes in contentment.
The sound of the hairdryer gradually faded from his ears. As Zhao Zhao dozed off, he felt someone gently touching the skin of his exposed calves. He didn't open his eyes, but remained silent, keeping them closed. He asked softly, "Song Zhixu, what are you doing?"
Because of the accident last year, Zhao Zhao had an indelible bullet hole on his calf. The mark was extremely hideous and obvious on his pale and thin calf.
Song Zhixu's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. His fingers gently stroked the bullet hole and he asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
In the last accident, Zhao Zhao's brave and fearless figure standing in front of everyone is still unforgettable.
Although no one knows why Zhao Zhao, who is usually weak, becomes so strong at the critical moment, it doesn't matter.
Everyone has secrets, even if some of them may seem unscientific.
Zhao Zhao's leg had long since recovered, and he couldn't help but laugh when he asked such a question. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't feel guilty. I'm going to bed too."
Just as she raised her waist, Song Zhixu hugged her back. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Zhao Zhao smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Zhixu raised his fingertips and retracted them, saying, "Nothing."
Meimei lay back on the bed and played one last game. After replying to her brother's message, Zhaozhao's eyes were empty. He recalled today's events and Lin Xi in his mind. He intuitively felt that his fate with the three protagonists should not end here.
"Zhao Zhao, are you going to sleep?" Zhao Zhao was thinking about something when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared beside the bed and looked at him eagerly.
"Yes, I'm going to sleep." She raised her hand to pinch Aiwen's face, but he held it in her hand and she couldn't pull it out. Zhao Zhao raised her eyes and glared at him, "Are you asking for trouble?"
Aiwen chuckled and climbed onto the bed, "I want to sleep with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of two stools being pushed was heard at the same time. Song Zhixu and He Qinglin, one smiling and the other with a cold face, simultaneously lifted the quilt and pulled Aiwen out of Zhaozhao's bed.
"Go to sleep on your own bed."
"Zhao Zhao is not in good health, please don't press him down when you sleep."
Ai Wen was stunned by their joint punishment, "You are just jealous of me."
Two cowards, they don’t dare to climb onto the bed themselves, and they don’t allow him to climb onto the bed.
The world was quiet again. Song Zhixu turned off the lights and chuckled softly, "Good night, Zhao Zhao."
"Good night, little baby~"
"good evening."
Three different goodnight sounds rang out, and Zhao Zhao's eyes were full of smiles, "Good night."
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