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Chapter 111 Friends, Let’s Learn About My Sister 11
The little girl didn't even bother to move the stool, she just sat on his bed and stretched out her hand to him with a smile.

Well, it's actually still not numb.

He sighed slowly, but there was a hint of relaxation in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The little girl was a little impatient, urging with pink lips.

Lu Buchi leaned halfway on the pillow, closed his eyes, and motioned for her to start.

But this time the familiar childish voice did not resound, a faint milky scent suddenly came very close, and the broken hair on his forehead was gently lifted up.

However, Lu Buchi felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he slapped away the hand that was reaching for his forehead, and opened his eyes with a hint of hostility.

"Hiss—" He used a lot of strength this time, and Yan Luo only felt that his little hands were a little numb, and his small body shrank slightly. I don't understand why he moved his hand all of a sudden.

A patch of red quickly appeared on the white and tender hands, Yan Luo held back tears, bit his lips, and still stubbornly looked at Lu Buchi's forehead.

Now his hair has been let down by him, but she clearly saw a deep scar just now, which should have been serious before.

"Little brother, your forehead..."

"Shut up." These two words blurted out, interrupting Yan Luo's words directly with uncontrollable coldness.

Hearing Yan Luo's startled voice after speaking, Lu Buchi choked for breath.

Tighten your hands slightly and don't open your eyes.

There was a rushing sound, and the little girl who was sitting by the bed had already run out.

Lu Buchi didn't move, his gaze was fixed in one place, but the corner of his lips couldn't help evoking a cold smile.

He raised his hand involuntarily, covering the scar.

His eyes were heavy, and the depressive and cold breath wrapped around him again in an instant.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work.

Sure enough, how could I forget.

Suddenly there was a door bang, and Lu Buchi, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, subconsciously turned his head to look.

A small figure stumbled as it ran, holding something in its hand.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't cry, she pressed her lips anxiously, and paused when she ran to the bedside, "Little brother, does it hurt?"

What is she going to do?Aren't you scared to leave here?Why come back?
Why do you still appear in front of him like this?

"This is very useful. I was knocked down before, and my father used this to help me heal." Yan Luo held an instrument the size of an adult's palm in his hand, climbed onto the bed, and touched Lu Buchi's forehead with his little hand without memory. Reach over.

Lu Buchi looked straight at Yan Luo, the little girl's hand was still red and swollen, but she looked at him anxiously.

This time Lu Buchi didn't move, and let Yan Luo lift up his slightly long bangs on the right, and put the instrument on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

Her tone was immature, and she asked softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

Lu Buchi lowered his eyes slightly.

pain?It used to hurt, but now, the wound can no longer feel the pain, but the source of this pain is always remembered in my heart.

The fundus of the eyes was deep, and just about to speak, Lu Buchi's eyes widened suddenly, and the pupils shrank.

A crisp squeaking sound rang in my ears.

(End of this chapter)