The curtains in the lounge block the light, and the room is dark and yellow.

The misanthropic leaned against the door, and looked up at the young man in front of him unhappily, his face lined with a light collar was fair and peaceful.

The words that came out almost made him angry.

Little brute?

What is this a word to describe people?

Qingliu looked at him quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

Arrogant and unreasonable.

With his temperament, Qingliu can't imagine what kind of environment he grew up in.

And this hair,

He really can't appreciate it.

But I have to admit that he is very suitable for this arrogant redhead, and he is also the most suitable boy for redhead he has ever seen.

Like a fried wolf.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously,

Reaching out and grabbing his collar, he raised his delicate chin, and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth viciously,

"Who does the little brute say?"

Qingliu had to lean forward and lean on him because he was pulled by the collar.

In order to prevent him from falling, he held the door with his hands, and only then did he barely stabilize his figure.

But in the eyes of the misanthropy, this posture seems to become...... Wall knock?

Qingliu was a little taller than him, his hand propped up on the door behind him, and his slender arm rubbed against his ear as if nothing,

The clear and indifferent eyes drooped slightly, facing him.

The misanthropic hand that grabbed him by the collar clenched slightly, and his lips tightened, looking at him with more and more displeasure.

It's just a little white face, what to pretend.

So, the misanthropy gritted his teeth and said,

"You put your hands down for me!"

Qingliu's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a gentle voice,

"I won't be able to stand on my feet when I let go."

The little melon seed grabbed his collar and dragged it down desperately.

He didn't want this dress to be scrapped, so he could only follow his movements and lean down slightly.

Misanthropy: "Are you a piece of paper?" Can't stand still? ”

The corners of the clear lips seem to be smiling but not smiling,

"Loosen my collar first."

A phrase of misanthropic conditioning, "I don't." ”

Qingliu didn't speak, and looked at him quietly.

Misanthropy: "Put your hands down, what are you doing!" ”

Putting it down can crush you to death.

Qingliu thought quietly, and finally freed up one hand and grabbed the hand pulling the collar.

The slender and warm palm covers the back of the hand, and the palm is slightly thick, not like a ...... Others look so soft.

The misanthropy was frightened by his own thoughts,

In a panic, he spread his hand and pushed him back several times.

Qingliu frowned slightly, leaning against the wall to stabilize his figure.

It's quite a lot of strength.

The misanthropy rubbed his hand on the back of his pants, "Lao Tzu doesn't care about you, I'll talk nonsense in the future, see how I teach you." ”

Qingliu raised his eyebrows, smiled and didn't speak.

The misanthropy of the world looked at him unpleasantly, and mocked twice,

"You are really idle, your team has gone to the blue market to play for two days, and you still have time to watch others play here."

Qingliu walked over slowly, "It's okay, they won." ”

It's okay not to say it, but it's going to blow up as soon as you say it's misanthropy.

He played like shit today.

Qingliu saw that the little beast's face instantly turned cold, and he was a little stunned.

I was brought by him, and I started to talk without going through my brain?

The misanthropic sneered, "That's really congratulations." ”

Qingliu: "......"

He lowered his eyes slightly, it turned out that the world-weary also knew that it was not cool to say this, so he couldn't compare his heart to his heart.

Don't be sarcastic about others?

He was soft-hearted, and knew that he had accidentally stabbed the misanthropy.

So he asked in a gentle tone, "Is it because you are not feeling well?" ”

His body under the uniform was covered with wounds of all sizes.

Especially in the shoulders, when playing games, the whole arm is in a tense state.

It wasn't obvious at first, so he was able to play normally.

But then, my shoulder hurt, and I became more and more overwhelmed.

Don't overdo it with the world, your face is still cold,

"I'm not a, what does it have to do with being unwell?"

With a faint sigh in his voice, Qingliu reached out to untie his neckline,

"Being unwell has nothing to do with whether it's a girl or not."

"Grass, what are you doing?"

Seeing that this hand had come to pick up his neckline, he was so disgusted that he retreated wildly.

Behind him was the door, and his shoulder slammed against it.

He gasped sharply and let out a moan from his mouth.

Qingliu's fingertips were slightly invisible, and he pulled down his long eyelashes to cover his clean and clear eyes.

"Let's see if my shoulder hurts my muscles and bones, and if it's serious, it's best to go to the hospital to have a look."

The misanthropy let out a sneer from his mouth,

"Think I'm made of scraps of paper like you?"

Qingliu was not angry, shook his hand away easily, and reached out to take off the team uniform jacket for him.

Inside is a white short-sleeved, the style is somewhat familiar, Qingliu frowned slightly, and it could be seen that this was a ...... Own clothes.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, I took a short-sleeved from your cabinet and replaced it."

He didn't panic at all when he was found stealing clothes,

Proudly said, "I don't wear clothes that have not been washed." ”

Qingliu let out a faint oh, and didn't bother with him.

A moment of silence, a friendly reminder,

"Yesterday you were wearing clothes in the car that I wore."

Misanthropy: "......"

Qingliu: "I've been wearing it for a day and sweating, you must not dislike it." ”

Misanthropy: "......"

You can do it.

Qingliu stretched out a slender finger and gently hooked his collar, glancing in through the hazy light.

The bruise on the shoulder was deeper, and it was getting higher and higher.

Looks a little bad.

Qingliu loosened his collar and said softly,

"Gotta go to the hospital."

The misanthropic snorted perfunctorily.

Put on your uniform.

Qingliu: "Go now." ”

Misanthropy said, "I know, I'll be there in a while." ”

The perfunctory simply can't be more perfunctory.

Qingliu pursed her lips and said, "It won't take a while, go now, I'll be with you." ”

"? You're not going to the Blue Market today? ”

Qingliu looked at the time, "It's five o'clock, I'm in the car at seven o'clock in the evening, it's in time." ”

The misanthropy was a little incredulous, "You are insane, you have nothing to do all day today, book a car at seven o'clock in the evening?" ”

Qingliu: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"It's none of my business, even if you don't go, it's none of my business."

The misanthropic turned his head and opened the door to the lounge, and the hallway outside was empty.

The time they have been delayed here, and the people in the backstage have almost dispersed.

There were other teams in the venue that continued to play.

But SIS is gone, taking with him a large number of fans.

Misanthropic breathed a sigh of relief and said behind him, "No one, come out." ”

Suddenly, I felt that what I did was the same as if he was cheating.

Instead, he shook his head and stole a fart.

If the fans knew that Qingliu didn't go to the game, but was with him, and he was idle to accompany him to the hospital,

That's wonderful.