Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 805 On the Train ([-])
Han Wu saw through Bingci's thoughts at a glance, just before she got up, he grabbed her arm subconsciously, the panic in his eyes was undisguised, his lips were white, trembling as if saying "Don't go, don't want me" .

Bingci didn't dare to look him in the eyes, for fear of being soft-hearted.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Bingci had no choice but to sit down again.

The uneasiness in Han Wu's heart did not disappear because of her actions, he still held her hand and stared at her with his eyelids propped up.

Bingci felt the scorching gaze beside him and the scorching heat on his arm, and an unknown fire surged in his heart for no reason, and his temper, which had always been well controlled, also erupted at this moment.

"Let me go." Bing Ci violently withdrew his hand.

Immediately, Han Wu's expression changed, becoming extremely aggrieved, he opened his mouth without a trace of lip color, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and coupled with his 360-degree face without dead ends even though he was sick, Properly cold and broken beauty.

No matter how loud Bingci's voice is, he can immediately cry.

No one can see him like this and think it's his fault.

Bing Ci glanced at him, pursed his lips and remained silent, found a box of instant noodles from his bag, found a thermos from his bag, and walked to the hot water area.

Han Wu didn't dare to catch her anymore, and followed her step by step.

Bingci skillfully made instant noodles, fetched hot water, and walked around him back to his seat after finishing these.

Han Bu was frostbitten by her indifference and bit his lip.

"Go in." Bingci turned to him and said.

It was a very short sentence, only two words, Han Wu felt a little sweet in his heart.

He sat down obediently, with instant noodles on the table in front of him.

Bingci started to turn over the bag again, took out a piece of bread and gnawed on it.

Don't feel bad for Han.

"Eat the instant noodles," Bingci said, counting the instant noodles time, trying not to look at him.

"I don't want to eat," Han Wu said weakly.

Bingci squeezed the bread forbearance, finished the bread quickly, put the instant noodles in front of him with his own hands, met his eyes, and had a tough attitude.

Han Wu really didn't want to eat, he couldn't eat anything without appetite, but he couldn't resist, so he picked up the instant noodles, and before he took two bites, his body began to feel unwell.

Bingci looked at his increasingly pale face as if he was struggling, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was doing something difficult.

Han Wu was still trying to make himself behave normally, with a light hand, Bingci took the instant noodles from his hand, and fed him with a cold face but extremely patiently.

want to cry!Han Wu also realized that he was becoming more and more glass-hearted and hypocritical.

In the end, he couldn't even finish the instant noodles, so he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even open his mouth.

After Bingci fed him medicine, he was relieved.

Han Wu was afraid that she would drive him out of the car, so he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

How could Bingci not know his little thoughts, sighed again, took off his coat and covered him.

The back of the seat on the train is straight at 90 degrees, and it is not comfortable to lean on it.

Han Wu huddled in his coat with his body sideways, his eyelashes fluttering gently on his collar, he looked very obedient.

Bingci finished his leftover instant noodles, cleaned up the table and rested against the back of the chair.

The next day, Bing Ci was woken up by a shock, and Han Wu was having a great time playing with her fingers.

"Did you sleep well?" Han Wu cautiously probed.

Bingci looked down and rubbed his eyebrows when he saw the coat covering his body.

"I want to wash my face," Han Wu asked timidly. After wearing a mask all night, his skin developed some very small red spots.

The red dot was dazzling, Bingci didn't even want to pick up the toiletry bag and take him to the sink.

Conditions are limited, two splashes of cold water will do.

Don't be cold, he has a little fever, so Bing Ci wets the face towel and wipes his face and hands.

Don't say a word, care is nothing less.

(End of this chapter)