In the clean ward, surrounded by white walls, the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and the breeze blows gently, blowing up the white curtains of the ward, like the wings of a new butterfly, dancing in the wind.

The room was intertwined with breathing and heartbeats. There was a sound, but it made people feel even more quiet.

The boy pressed the girl on the bed, pressed one hand against her neck, and gently stroked her cheek with the other hand.

The girl's face was reflected in her brown pupils. Her face was slightly pale. Even though her stomach no longer hurts, she still feels a little uncomfortable and has no blood on her face.

"Sister." The young man called out, "Don't go, have a good rest."

The sound during the voice change period has a unique magnetic nature and a slight sense of fascination.

An Yeran stared at his younger brother blankly. From this angle, he could see his raised Adam's apple and delicate collarbone. His graceful curves and distinct joints were so beautiful that it was hard to see.

An Yeran stayed for two seconds, blinked, and after a while, he frowned and said, "Lu Xiu, why don't you get up quickly..."

The girl's voice was unstable, as if she was patient.

The boy above had a deeper look, and the corners of his curled lips slowly lost their temperature. He got closer again, and An Yeran's expression became even more weird.

Lu Xiu sneered and was about to speak, but the moment his hand touched her lips, the girl below reached out and overturned it to the ground!!

An Yeran's face turned into purple in an instant, "Xiao Xiu, you... have pressed my stomach and stupid brother... If you don't let go, you will vomit!!!"

He shouted a word, and heard her "Vomit" and suddenly, a strange smell surged in the ward.

Lu Xiu: "..."

An Yeran finally vomited the last thing, and his stomach felt so comfortable now.

It's just disgusting.

She pulled out the paper from the bedside table, wiped her mouth, looked at Lu Xiu, whose face was indescribable, and coughed twice awkwardly: "Silly brother, don't be confused, hurry up and ask the doctor to change the bed sheets."

My brother's face is so dark, it's exactly the same as the coach.

An Yeran turned around guiltily, turned his back to him, urging him, "Hurry, time waits for no one!"

The boy slowly stood up from the ground and gently wiped off some dust from his clothes. His movements were elegant, like a rich young man from the upper class.

The disgust in Lu Xiu's eyes was not concealed at all. An Yeran secretly looked back at him and quickly looked away.

"Sister, wait for me." He spoke in a low voice and walked out of the room.

After An Yeran confirmed that he closed the door, he rushed to the window.

On the second floor, there is a sewer pipe outside the window.

Her mouth curled slightly, her body leaped lightly, and she grabbed the tube by the window steadily, and then slid down along it.

Although she was short, she was flexible. After her steps touched the ground, she took out her cell phone from her coat, took a car, and rushed directly to the gymnasium.

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After closing his hands, the two doctors outside the door immediately called respectfully when they saw the boy coming out, "Young Master."

Lu Xiu's hands were in his pocket and his face was not good-looking.

"Call the nurse to change the sheets inside, come with me." His voice was a little low and dumb, with the unique magnetism of his adolescence.

"There is no other side effects for that drug." The doctor saw that his eyes were dull and immediately said: "The coughing of blood before will not cause any harm to her body."

Hearing him say this, the boy's face was slightly better.

However, there was a sudden burst of rapid footsteps everywhere in the building.

"Young, Master!" The nurse running over said anxiously: "The girl in the room is gone!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor suddenly felt the temperature around the boy drop to freezing point.

Lu Xiu rushed to the door and kicked open the door.

It is as white as before, but there is no one inside.

The windows are wide open, and the curtains are flying in the wind, like butterflies' wings.

The delicate face had no expression on it, and the brown bangs were hanging down, scattered.

Before the doctor who followed him could react, he saw the boy punching the door frame, and the back of his fair hands instantly turned blood red.

"An Yeran..." He suddenly curled the corners of his lips.

The deep pupils were covered in coldness.
Chapter completed!