Xie Yan has always been afraid of the cold. When the weather is a little cold, he put on a sweater. The chain of the school uniform jacket is tightly pulled, and a small piece of fingers are exposed on the cuffs all over his body, which is pale with blood-free paleness.

When Lin Er was at home, he often looked uncomfortable after drinking. He was worried that Xie Yan would have drunk too much, so she thought about it, but she still reached out and shook his arm and woke him up.

It seemed that she was sleeping very heavily, and Xie Yan's reaction was much slower than usual.

After being woken up, Xie Yan narrowed his eyes in a daze, slowed down for a while before slowly straightening his waist, and responded hoarsely.

"Are you still sleeping?" Liner leaned over, reached out and touched his forehead, and tried the temperature.

The body temperature is normal and there is no fever.

"Don't sleep, you'll catch a cold if you fall asleep." She took back her arm and took the cup he placed on the corner of the table. "I heard that your throat seems a little hoarse. You have to drink some hot water and I'll pick you up."

As he said that, Liner stood up and ran to the water dispenser in front with his cup.

Xie Yan didn't say anything, but just raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose a little sleepy.

Several classmates were also picking up water in front of the water dispenser. Liner waited for two minutes before walking back to the back row with the cup in his hand, and then put the cup on his table.

Xie Yan changed his position, covered his stomach with one hand, leaned against the windowsill behind him with his eyes hanging down, his face turned slightly pale, and even his eyebrows were rarely frowned, looking a little uncomfortable.

Looking at his appearance, Lin Er's mind was clearly thinking of stomachache, but for some reason, when the words came to his mouth, they turned into two other words: "——Morday sickness?"

“…”

As the air calmed down, Xie Yan's eye feathers that had lowered their hangs moved.

After saying this, Lin Er felt something was wrong. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something to make up for it, but she couldn't find a suitable word for a while, so she had to shut her mouth awkwardly.

After half a minute, Xie Yan slowly raised his eyes and asked her in a hoarse voice: "Your?"

"..." Liner opened his eyes widened, "Don't falsely accused me."

Xie Yan: "Don't blame the debt."

Liner: “…”

No one is as natural as he answers the conversation.

Seeing that Xie Yan fell back on the table listlessly after drinking the water, Lin Er thought about it and went to the infirmary to buy a box of pills.

After she came back, she patted her stomach medicine on Xie Yan's desk.

Xie Yan heard the movement and turned his head to look at her.

"Didn't you say mine?" Lin Er stared at him condescendingly, pushing his slender fingertips against the medicine box, "I don't want it, I'll take the medicine."

Xie Yan sighed deeply at the right time, and in a flash, his face had changed his injured expression, and his black phoenix tail butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly: "Slag, scum, that's not what you said when you loved me."

Lin Er looked numb: "...You're almost done."

He is also addicted to acting.

Xie Yan pulled the corners of his lips gently and straightened his waist slowly: "Walking the path of the drama artist, let the drama artist have no way to go, make the greenest tea, and let the green tea have nowhere to tea."

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan's play is coming, and no one can stop it.

After taking the stomach medicine, Xie Yan sat in his seat for less than two minutes, and then fell asleep on the table without any energy.
Chapter completed!