The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 425 Why is your face so red

Nearly seven o'clock, Qiao Yiyuan entered the door amidst the wind and cold, and seeing the silence in the living room, he wondered what Meng Yao was doing while changing his shoes.

When Jin Jin heard the door closing, he jumped out of the bay window and ran to the door with a plop, yelling "Aww" to ask Meng Yao to open the door.

Meng Yao didn't want to go out at first, so as not to face to face with Qiao Yiyuan, but now that the bonus was making such a fuss, she was so frightened that she ran over to pick it up, and made a "shh" gesture to it.

The bonus ignored her, still screaming "Aww".

Hearing or not, a row of black lines slid down Meng Yao's forehead, and she had the urge to hit it. Did she raise it or Mr. Qiao?
Hearing the sound of "Aww" coming from Meng Yao's room, Qiao Yiyuan, who had just taken off his down coat and scarf gloves, turned his head to look over, paused for a few seconds and walked over with his long legs.

"Okay, okay, little ancestor, don't bark, I'll let you out." Meng Yao couldn't stand the bonus, the little white-eyed wolf with his elbow turned outward.

Qiao Yiyuan came to the door of Meng Yao's room, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when the door panel opened automatically, but it was only a third of the way open, and the bonus came out from inside, and circled around him happily.

Seeing that the door was about to be closed, he quickly stretched out his hand to resist it. She was as frightened as a frightened rabbit, and she backed away all at once. He frowned, pushed open the door and stepped in.

"Stand there and don't come over!" She couldn't bear the feeling that her heart was going to jump out of her throat and shouted at him. If he walked in front of her, maybe she would die of heart failure.

At this moment, she would rather not have received sister Pianpian's wechat message, it's really harmful.

Seeing that she finally looked up, but her face was terribly red, the first thought that crossed Qiao Yiyuan's mind was whether she was sick, and without thinking about it, he strode up to her with long legs and raised his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead. This touch froze.

No fever!

Then why is her face so red?

"Why is your face so red, I thought you had a fever." He let out a long breath.

Hearing his concerned tone, Meng Yao murmured, and said wisely, "I just came out of the bath, of course I will blush after soaking for a long time."

He glanced at her faintly, saw that it was pajamas, thought for a while and thought it was reasonable, nodded slightly, but did not forget to remind him with concern, "Taking in the bath is comfortable, but don't soak for too long. Last time you fell asleep because of it." If you have a fever, and the water is easy to lose after soaking for a long time, remember to drink water."

"I see..." She replied in a low voice, not daring to look at him, fearing that he would see through her ulterior motives.

"This month, we must hurry up to practice, celebrate the new year at the end of the month, and start at the beginning of the first month."

"Understood." When it came to the competition, Meng Yao was not so nervous, but her heartbeat did not ease at all.

Qiao Yiyuan looked at her more before turning around and going out.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Meng Yao let out a long breath, but it didn't take long for the knock on the door to ring again, which made her hold her breath again in fright, this time without hesitation, she walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a glass of boiling water was handed to her.

"I told you to drink water but you can't come out, drink it." His tone was full of helpless petting.

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes looked into his faint eyes, and sometimes she was moved and warmed only for a moment.

"Thank you." She bowed her head slightly and took it with both hands.

He patted her head, didn't say anything, and thoughtfully helped close the door before leaving.

Looking at the glass of water held between her hands, Meng Yao couldn't help asking herself, should she follow her heart like she did when she forgot that he had a crush, and end her liking for him?
But he doesn't like her too, why didn't he take the initiative to tell her?
(End of this chapter)