Ye Zhiqiu smiled: "Don't talk nonsense! He is just a child."
Ling Mufeng said with a righteous look: "He is already a high school student, he has all men, and he is young and impulsive! You have to keep a distance from him!"
Ye Zhiqiu was silent.
Ling Mufeng said again: "And, I hate him. I hate him since I first saw him!"[
"Then what do you hate him?" Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but be curious.
Ling Mufeng sat on the sofa in dismay, hesitated for a moment before saying, "I hate the breath on his body!"
Ye Zhiqiu really found it funny, she shook her head: "Okay, don't think about it, let's have a meal."
I just took two steps and sprained my ankle and felt a little limp.
"How are your feet?"
Ling Mufeng couldn't help but care about her when he saw her appearance.
"Oh, nothing, it's sprained to the ankle, it's okay." Ye Zhiqiu just smiled.
"What's wrong? You're not me, you still have classes in the afternoon."
Ling Mufeng seemed very nervous: "Come here, I'll help you rub it."
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it." Ye Zhiqiu was still refusing.
"Stop talking."
Ling Mufeng suddenly lowered his face, pulled Ye Zhiqiu over, and pressed her on the sofa.
He lifted her pants with one hand, put her legs on his, and took off her shoes.
"Ling Mufeng! Don't... it's okay!"
Ye Zhiqiu felt very embarrassed and saw the action he completed in just a few seconds.
"I said it's okay, look, my feet are swollen!"
After removing the thick socks, Ye Zhiqiu clearly saw that there was indeed a sign of redness and swollenness on his ankles.
When exposed to the air, I couldn't help but feel a little chill.
But Ling Mufeng reached out, holding her ankles with one hand, pressing her warm soles with the other, and gently massaged her.[
"You, you usually look very smart, why can't you care for yourself? If you sprain your ankle, you can be big or small. Sometimes it can't be cured, which will affect your ligaments and bones!"