Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

It was as if he had seen something amazing, and he didn't know why the other party's reaction was so strong.

It can only be said to be an accidental innocence.

Fearing that the boy would die of shame and anger, Yan Ran held back a smile and said, "Tell me, is there anything you want to see me for?"

After pretending to change the subject, Li Mu let go of his hand. He walked in and closed the door. During this process, Li Mu kept staring at the ground until he reached the edge of the bed and sat down. He kept his head down. appearance.

Seeing the boy's red ears, Yan Ran thoughtfully didn't speak any more, but waited for the boy to slow down first.

Half a minute later, Li Mu raised his head, his immature sunny brows did not have the coldness before, but added a layer of shyness of a young man.

His eyes dodged, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he took out a five-color thread from his pocket, which looked colorful and colorful.

Yan Ran looked at the ugly five-color thread, and tilted his head in doubt: "Is this... for me?"

The boy hummed lightly, and without asking Yan Ran if he liked it, he took Yan Ran's hand and tied it for her.

Yan Ran's wrist was slender, with protruding bones, and his skin was as frosty as snow, with a thin layer of flesh as soft as boneless.

The originally tacky five-color thread is lined up like this, and it becomes extraordinarily beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Maybe it's because he often plays ball or loves sports. The boy's fingers are rough and have a layer of calluses. When they touch his wrists, they are a little itchy.

After the tie was finished, the boy slowly withdrew his hand, the soft and slippery touch was still lingering on the fingertips, which lingered for a long time.

The fingers tightened unconsciously, Li Mu tensed his jaw, his eyes were deep.

Yan Ran turned his wrist and looked at the five-color thread carefully. This should be made by a boy himself, and it looks a bit messy.

It was indeed made by Li Mu himself with the red thread he begged for, or he had been making it for a long time, holding it in the palm of his hand all the time, and the five-color thread was stained with his temperature.

Suddenly I thought of the saying in "Customs of the Customs": "Using multicolored silk to tie the arms, it is named Changshouliu, a lifelong thread, a pibingzhang, a five-color pipa, and a Zhu Suo. Pibing and ghosts are life-threatening. No plague."

The implicit kindness of the boy who understands, as well as the quiet show of weakness and flattery.

Yan Ran felt that the five-color line on the wrist was not so rustic, and it was within the acceptable range.

Wrapping the five-color thread with one hand, sticking it to her chest, the light reflected her snow-white face, as bright as a rose, and the slightly pursed lip line formed a reserved arc.

"Aren't you going to lose your temper with me?"

That frivolous tone was like a lingering relationship between lovers, and Li Mu was that unreasonable and vexatious girlfriend.

The temperature that had dropped on Li Mu's face rose again, his heart was pounding, he wanted to speak but held back a word for a long time, and finally he only said a dry sentence.

"Not angry."

The dead duck has a hard mouth.

Yan Ran's smile deepened, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was bright and green.

The boy's eyes paused on the red mole on the tip of her nose, and then moved to her cheeks, which were white and tender, and still smelled good.

What will it taste like?

It should be sweet, like a sweet glutinous rice cake.

Before that, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his idea.

-

When two people had a cold war, it was inexplicable, and the speed of reconciliation was also very fast.
The school held a basketball game to compare with other schools. Yan Ran didn't participate, because his stomach was not feeling well these days, and he couldn't get up to do anything.

This disappointed many people, but the opponent's players breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Yan Ran's height is much lower than theirs, but her golf skills are good. Although her movements are gaudy, they are extremely precise.

Especially her three-pointer is simply dazzling.

Before, there was a person who ignorantly laughed at Yan Ran's height, but Yan Ran just smiled and said nothing, but in the end he directly pressed down on the opponent and beat him, forcefully preventing the opponent from scoring a single goal.

After the match, Yan Ran only said three words.

"Stupid man."

Full of irony.

Li Mu participated, and wanted to take Yan Ran along with him. Hearing that Yan Ran didn't want to play, he asked her to cheer, but Yan Ran just wanted to sleep in.

This made Li Mu very unhappy.

The teenager was wearing a black ball uniform and hundreds of thousands of red sneakers on his feet. His brows and eyes were bright and sunny. He stared fiercely at the drowsy person lying on the table, and said very dissatisfied: "Sleeping is better than me. Is playing important? Don’t you want to see my heroic appearance on the court? I just want you to accompany me, can’t I?”

Yan Ran was lying on the table, looking at the angry and wronged boy, her slender and thick eyelashes were half drawn, her face was pale and sickly, "Can you have some face?"

"And you are a child? Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Let me accompany you when you do everything, let me accompany you when you go to the toilet, Li Mu, can you be more independent?"

These words hurt the man's self-esteem, but the boy didn't respond and said indifferently.

"not good."

Yan Ran lay on the table and didn't want to talk to him.

Li Mu stood indifferently for a while, and finally said something.

"Sleep is more important than me, isn't it?"

Yan Ran was choked up, she didn't quite understand why the boy was struggling with this issue, she just simply didn't want to go, it didn't matter whether it was important or not, she didn't know what was going on in the boy's mind.

He stared at Yan Ran for a few seconds, the expression on his face seemed to be dim.

"Then you should sleep well."

That tone made Yan Ran seem like a scumbag, as if he had done something outrageous.

After Li Mu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, Yan Ran had no choice but to sit up straight, stood up to hold his arm, and compromised to the boy's profile.

"I'll go, can't I go? I really convinced you."

The young man's voice was extremely helpless. Although he was very impatient, he finally chose to compromise.

Li Mu was very narrow-minded, even though the anger in his heart had actually subsided, he still had no expression on the surface, but he didn't push Yan Ran away, and said in a strange way.

"No, you'd better sleep well, my game is not that important anyway."

Yan Ran knew that a boy wanted face, and his mouth was so hard that he wanted to die, but his eyes had already betrayed him.

Sometimes it's really like a vexatious child.

Yan Ran lowered his voice, as if coaxing.

"I want to see it, okay."

Hearing what Yan Ran said, Li Mu felt better. The hypocritical indifference on his face dissipated immediately, his thin lips curled slightly, and he took Yan Ran's hand behind his back and left.

-

The basketball game was held in the basketball hall in the city, and it was a comparison between the two schools.

It was quite early when Yan Ran came, and there were not many people in the auditorium, but players from both sides were present.

Seeing that Yan Ran's eyes were shining brightly, the players on the first side showed vigilance.