"What? Younger, are you uncomfortable?"

Zhang Bo walked to Zhao Luzheng's bed and opened the covered mosquito net. After he really saw Zhao Luzheng's face clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked, "Younger, why is his face so ugly? Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Wow, youngest, are you sick?"

Zhuge Yun frowned, "What's going on? Didn't you do it yesterday? Why is it so serious all of a sudden?"

As he said that, he wanted to reach out to Zhao Luzheng's forehead, but because of his height limitation, he was not able to touch it. Zhuge Yun:...

Zhang Bo pushed Zhuge Yun away without hesitation, and glanced at the corner of his mouth, and let out a sneer, the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

Zhuge Yun's forehead bulged, but seeing Zhang Bo's serious measure of Zhao Lu's temperature, he could only suppress his desire to speak up and argue with the other party.

However, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

As the shortest person in the dormitory 417, Zhuge Yun hates others to despise him for his height the most.

...

"Ha, it's so hot."

Zhang Bo's hand was about to leave and screamed in surprise.

Zhao Luzheng sat on the bed with his waist bowed all over his body. He looked at Zhang Bo in a daze, but his eyes were a little distracted.

"Youngest, why did you burn so hard all of a sudden?"
Chapter completed!