She is going to return to the team tomorrow. Where did she get the time to go out with him? Han Yao's head moved away from Fu Shaoli's shoulders, moved her neck slightly, and looked at Fu Shaoli's eyes with a faint doubt.

"It's okay, I will say something to your instructor. After all, she will give me this little face. Remember, I'll wait for me in the infirmary tomorrow."

Fu Shaoli saw the doubt in Han Yao's eyes, and the curve of the corners of his lips slightly raised, and patted her head.

Han Yao looks the most harmless, and she is probably the time to be the gentlest.

Han Yao was helped up by Fu Shaoli, and the sand on her body barely patted her a little clean, and then she simply didn't let her move herself and carried it directly on her back.

Han Yao wanted to leave by himself, but he couldn't help but think that Fu Shaoli was weak and could not walk fast. He carried her on his back and he still walked as fast as he could.

Although the pace is fast, it is still very stable.

Han Yao's face was pressed against Fu Shaoli's back. He listened to the calm and powerful heartbeat coming out of his chest. He felt that his back was as thick and powerful as his father's feeling, making her feel at ease.

She didn't know what it felt on her father's back, because she was an orphan and she could experience the love her parents had for their children. So in the years she lived with her grandmother, she cherished the only remaining family affection, carefully and cherished it step by step.

Han Yao breathed comfortably on Fu Shaoli's back, and his body no longer had the stiffness he had before. He hugged the hands that were originally hanging on Fu Shaoli's neck and gradually held them together.

The hands that were overlapping were placed on Fu Shaoli's throat. The warm skin touched each other, and Han Yao opened the distance between his hands and throat a little hot.

Wherever he put the bracelet in vain, Han Yao's hand was lifted in just two seconds.

"Hurry up, I don't care about you if I fall down!"

Han Yao raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Shaoli with only one-third of his side face. His sharp-edged outline was firm and powerful, which made her a little confused.

However, after coming back to his senses, he continued to bury his face on his back, but the strength of his arms was tightening, and the cheeks that were blocked by his sleeves could not be concealed at all.

Fu Shaoli felt her little movements on Han Yao's back, and did not go to see her or pay more attention. However, the corners of his eyes were curled up, and there was a smile in his deep eyes.

Fu Shaoli walked all the way with her back and returned to her dormitory with her back. Han Yao's body was covered with the fishy smell of the sea water, and it was not much better for Fu Shaoli to accompany her.

He asked her to go up and get a set of his own clothes and stand downstairs waiting for her. In fact, Han Yao didn't know why he asked him to take the clothes, but he still listened to him.

Taking the clothes downstairs, Han Yao saw the tall figure standing under the light.

After a moment of pause, he realized that he had been distracted recently, and he didn't know what kind of devil he was. He shook his head and drove away all the thoughts that he shouldn't have in his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fu Shaoli's eyes floating towards her, and he quickly took big strides towards him.

Fu Shaoli looked at her coming, stared at her for a few seconds, and squatted down in front of her.

“Come up.”
Chapter completed!