Li Minhao's deep eyes dimmed, and there was an imperceptible loss inside. When he still wanted to say something, a group of boys dragged him to drink.
Probably holding some kind of envy, jealousy and hatred, they poured him wine in different ways. Lee Min Ho was quite different from usual, he drank one cup after another without hesitation until a layer of pale powder appeared on his fair face.
While drinking, he kept looking at Luo Xiaoberry, and a faint drunkenness began to appear in his eyes.
Luo Xiaoberry didn't say anything, but it was Li Mengshan who spoke first: "Brother, you have to drink less, you have class tomorrow!"
Li Minhao acted as if he didn't hear it, and drank several more glasses - but to his disappointment, Luo Xiaoberry didn't say anything.
She was like a shell without a soul. She was sitting beside him, but her soul had drifted to nowhere.
After the dinner was over, everyone dispersed. Luo Xiaoberry walked slowly at the end of the crowd, looking preoccupied.
"Should we go back to the infirmary to see how Jing Heng is doing?" Li Minhao tentatively put his arms around her shoulders lightly.
"En." Luo Xiaoberry's dull eyes finally gained some focus.
Li Minho tightly clenched the hand on her shoulder, and sighed, "Let's go!"
In the infirmary, Luo Yujun put a pot of porridge on the bedside, but Ke Jingheng acted like an angry child: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."
"Even if you don't have an appetite, you still have to eat, or your stomach will hurt again." Luo Yujun persuaded him patiently, but Ke Jingheng still didn't agree.
Looking at this petite guy in front of him, his heart was broken. Li Mengshan is still angry with him, he has no time to coax that silly girl back, why is he coaxing a big man like him here!
At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and then Luo Xiaoberry and Li Minhao appeared in front of them.
Ke Jingheng was stunned for a while, and a gleam of joy flashed in the depths of his beautiful eyes: "You... why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you, so come and have a look." Li Minhao held Luo Xiaoberry's hand tightly, and smiled at him.
Luo Xiaoberry's eyes fell on the white porridge on the bed, and said in a reproachful tone: "Ke Jingheng, why don't you eat well again? Have you forgotten how uncomfortable you were when you had a stomachache just now?"
"No... no, I had a good meal." Ke Jingheng immediately picked up the bowl of porridge, took a spoonful and blew on his lips, "It was too hot just now, I'll let it cool down before eating."
Luo Yujun squinted at him, his eyes full of contempt. This paranoid guy, when he saw Xiao Berry, his mouth was so stiff that he refused to say anything—but he would seek death and life in front of them.
Sitting with him in the ward for a while, Li Minhao dragged Luo Xiaoberry to stand up: "Then let's go back first, you have a good rest."
Luo Xiaoberry was dragged forward by him, turned her head to look at him, and then hurried back to the country.
As soon as he left the door of the ward, Li Minhao's steps were much faster, and his hand holding her was a little tighter. Luo Xiaoberry wanted to struggle but couldn't shake off, so she could only trot along and follow him forward.
She suddenly felt that Li Minhao tonight was a little strange, with a domineering and toughness that he had never had before. Could it be because of drinking
When walking to the school playground, Luo Xiaoberry finally couldn't take it anymore: "Li Minhao, let go! It hurts!"
This time, Li Minhao let go of her hand very quickly, but his whole body kept approaching her, approaching again...