Chen Junting arrived half an hour later, and before he had time to talk to Jinglan, he quickly went downstairs.
Jinglan was alone in the living room, neither sitting nor standing.
He walked back and forth in the room, his whole person seemed restless, he wanted to get angry a few times, but finally he forcibly endured it.
He didn't know when he started caring about that girl...
Jing Lan was taken aback by this thought.
Leaning against the cold metal wall, he didn't move for a while.
Two hours later, Chen Junting and Professor Wei came up together.
"How about it?"
"I didn't drink much, I'm fine." Professor Wei helped Chen Junting to sit down.
Jing Lan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa next to her.
Chen Junting took a sip of water and said, "She has no mental strength, how could she react so much?"
In Jinglan's wine, a powder extracted from the body of the beast in the universe was added.
It can suppress his uncontrolled behavior as much as possible.
It can be said to be paralyzed.
But this thing is very harmful to the psychic, and it has no effect on ordinary people.
Professor Wei pondered: "It can't be allergies, right?"
"… "
"I'll go down and see her." Jinglan got up.
Chen Junting was a little surprised that Jinglan was so active. He looked at Professor Wei and asked silently what was going on.
Professor Wei shrugged and said he didn't know.
When Jinglan rushed in with Chuzheng in his arms, he was also confused.
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Chuzheng felt that her stomach was burning, as if someone had set a fire in her stomach, and it burned again and again.
who am I.
where am i
what am i doing
Chuzheng raised her hand and rubbed her stomach. She wanted to get up, but someone pressed her shoulder: "Don't move."
Chu Zheng tilted her head and looked at Jinglan's handsome face.
Jinglan took the water and carefully helped her up: "Drink some water."
Chuzheng drank water with Jinglan's hand, Jinglan hesitated, sat on the edge, and let Chuzheng lean on her.
"What did you give me to drink?" Damn, is it poisoned!
The good man card actually hurt me so much!
"… "
Jing Lan explained in a low voice.
At this time, he did not find that he was extremely patient, neither angry nor impatient, and his tone was calm.
"You mean, as long as there is no mental power, there will be no reaction?"
Jinglan nodded, and out of the corner of the eye swept across Chuzheng's smooth forehead, remembering that she couldn't see her, and 'um' again.
Chuzheng thought of the strange feeling when he was testing at the time.
So does the original owner have it or not
Neither of them spoke anymore, and Jinglan didn't let her go, just hugged her like that.
When Jinglan hesitated to let go of Chuzheng, Chuzheng suddenly held his wrist and said, "I want you."
Jinglan: "!!"
He pursed his lower lips and said after a long while, "I will take good care of you until you get better."
This time it was his fault.
However, Jinglan soon realized that Chuzheng's words might be answering the question he had not finished asking.
- You want to chase me, or you want to be with me.
Jing Lan thought about it carefully, there is actually no difference between these two questions.
But that's what he wanted to ask at the time.
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Chen Junting and Professor Wei came down after dawn.
Chen Junting is completely different from the last time we met. He has the majesty of being the head of a school, and he is no longer the weak old man.
Chen Junting checked Chuzheng: "No problem, but be careful these days."
"I'm not that weak."
Chen Junting shook his head and explained patiently: "This is different. It will erode mental power. If you don't handle it well, it will be bad for you."
"I have mental power?"
Chen Junting shook his head: "When you are well, take the test again."
Jinglan is the culprit, and he assumes the responsibility of taking care of Chuzheng.
He didn't send Chuzheng back to the dormitory, but took her back to an apartment outside the school.
"You live with me these few days." Jinglan lowered his head to clean up the mess: "Sleep in that room and call me if you have anything."
There is a robot in the apartment, but Chuzheng looks like it has not been charged for a long time, standing there like a decoration.
Chuzheng: "I thought you had been living in the office."
"… "
Jinglan thought that he was often too lazy to move, so he did not refute.
He really rarely comes back here.
After tidying up the living room, I went to tidy up the bedroom again. After cleaning up, someone just happened to deliver it to the door, and Jinglan got into the kitchen carrying the things.
After Chuzheng looked at the apartment, he walked slowly to the kitchen door.
Jinglan is cutting vegetables with a knife, and there is a cooking video next to him. This is learning now...
After Jinglan cut the vegetables, he went to see the stewed soup next to him.
Chuzheng walked over to him, Jinglan glanced at her sideways, then looked away, stirred it with a spoon, scooped it a little, blew it for a while, and handed it to Chuzheng's mouth: "Tast it."
Chuzheng: "… "
mental shadow.
"You drink." Chu Zheng took a step back.
Jinglan frowned, he didn't drink, and put the spoon back.
Chu Zheng quickly left the kitchen.
Jinglan quickly brought the dishes to the table. He filled Chuzheng with food, then sat across from him and started drinking, not planning to eat.
"You don't eat?"
"..." Jinglan just wanted to shake his head, but when he met Chuzheng's eyes, he stopped shaking his head, put down the wine, and ate with chopsticks.
"cough cough..."
Chuzheng spit out the first mouthful.
Jinglan: "What's wrong?"
Chuzheng took the water to drink: "Is there no money for the salt of the stars?"
"… "
The air suddenly quieted down.
Is there something wrong with her sense of taste
Why doesn't Jinglan feel anything after eating
Aren't they eating a single dish? !
Jinglan put down his chopsticks and said slowly, "I... can't taste it, sorry."
"I'll have someone bring you fresh ones." Jing Lan got up and put the vegetables in.
Jinglan emptied all the dishes, supported the cooking table, and lowered his head slightly.
The waist suddenly tightened, and Jing Lan's gaze shifted to the hand wrapped around his waist.
"It was also the cause of the injury?"
"Ok… "
Chuzheng let go of him, and Jinglan was pulled by her and turned around. Jinglan didn't respond, but the next second Chuzheng kissed him.
Jing Lan leaned back abruptly.
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It might be a sequelae. Chuzheng felt a pain in her head, so she let go of Jinglan.
Jinglan was stunned and forced Chuzheng to kiss her, but seeing her face was not good, she quickly supported her: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Chu Zheng shook his head, but when he shook his head, he felt even more uncomfortable.
Jinglan saw it: "Does it have a headache?"
Chuzheng was silent.
"Maybe it's a sequelae." Jinglan picked her up, put her on the sofa, and put her on his leg: "I'll rub it for you."
The man's hand was on the temple, rubbing vigorously.
The needle-like pain subsided slowly.
Jinglan's eyes fell elsewhere, and he didn't dare to look at Chuzheng. He calmed down at this time, and his mind was full of the picture of kissing him just now.
Every second is so clear.
When Jinglan regained his senses, he found that Chuzheng had fallen asleep.
She put her arms around his waist, the cold air on her body seemed to have receded a lot, and her whole body seemed soft.
Jing Lan had an illusion that the years were quiet.
As if I could be like this with her, all the time... until I get old.