Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

45. Bamboo horse

Pei Chuan's hand was raised several times, and then stiffly put down. He couldn't hold her, as difficult as pushing her away.

Bei Yao's heartbeat is also very fast, this feeling is strange and novel to her.

She didn't lift her head from his chest until the snow on the top of her hair was melted by his body temperature and brought a little coolness.

"Me, I'm better."

She dazed over her forehead, where it was so hot that she seemed to be burned by the teenager's excessive body temperature.

She looked up at him and saw only the outline of the young man's jaw in the dim light.

Pei Chuan lowered his eyes: "Well."

He curled his fingers slightly and found that he always seemed unable to speak in front of Beiyao. He satirized Wu Mo's ability to fail automatically in front of her. He also wanted to touch the heart that was about to jump out of his chest, but she was still there, and Pei Chuan was silent.

Beiyao finally remembered the business and asked him: "Is your hand better?"

"All right."

"Let me see."

She still remembers that Pei Chuan injured her right hand. She gently lifted the injured hand. The bandage was wrapped tightly, and the white was even prominent at night.

He glanced down at her, the girl's strength was very light, as if the fingertips touched the soft cotton wool, and she was cautious, like holding a fragile treasure.

However, he knew that he was not a treasure, walked in the rain and snow, tempered in the fire, he did not know anything to destroy him. And even his biological mother, Jiang Wenjuan, thought he was dirty.

The two small hands that gently supported his right hand were soft and cooler than his body. His fair complexion was also visible at night and his fingers were long and beautiful. Pei Chuan's hand is a boxer's hand, and his knuckles are wide and rough. Although he is naturally slender, he does not have a half-boyish show. What's more, it's not nice to wear a bandage.

He knows that all things that are not good-looking are prone to arousal, or nausea.

Pei Chuan withdrew his hand: "It's alright."

Bei Yao clearly saw the different colors of the inner bandages.

She didn't ask, but the strange emotion in her heart became more obvious. Did Pei Chuan dislike her closeness? Why did she stiffen into a rock near him? She looked at his injury, he was stiff.

The heartbeat trembles so much, is it because of rejection?

Beiyao realized this and was dumbfounded.

She took the initiative to give up: "Well, you go."

She has never been embarrassed, she will not do things that Pei Chuan does not like. She backed away and let Pei Chuan come out. The teenager stood for two seconds in abrupt manner and walked past her.

After thinking about it, Bei Yao smiled and said: "Pei Chuan. Stop smoking, it smells bad, and it's not good for wounds."

He paused.

The girl's voice was very gentle: "Also, Merry Christmas, study hard."

He didn't say good or bad, squeezed the cigarette butt in his left hand, and finally left her.

Without the big tree covering the snowflakes, the snow fell on his cold cheeks.

The world-famous Christmas was especially lively, and Jinyang Yang also had a good time. Pei Chuan walked out of the distance, but he couldn't help but look back.