To The Lovely You

   After returning home, Su Rou Rou was scolded by Lin Shu without any suspense. But because she had the first "close contact" with the male god, she was happy in her heart and did not take her mother's blame to heart.

   After dinner, she was about to pick up her schoolbag and go to Luo Yichen's room to do her homework as usual, when she suddenly received a text message from Luo Yichen.

   "I'm sick, study by yourself tonight!"

  Su Rourou frowned: A monster like Luo Yichen would get sick, right? Don't they all say that the scourge has left a thousand years?

   Then is she going to visit him? After all, today he comforted himself when he was the most sad...

  Thinking of this, she turned over the window without saying a word, but unexpectedly found that the window of Luo Yichen's room was locked, and she couldn't get in at all.

   squatted on the windowsill and blew the wind for a while, she couldn't accept this fact.

   In the past ten years, the windows of Luo Yichen's room have never been locked. She always deliberately and easily opened the window to commit crimes and made troubles in his room.

   Usually, she locks the windows of her own room. But Luo Yichen usually soon noticed that he brazenly threatened her with various means to open it.

   But now, the window on the opposite side that had been open for her was just closed? why?

  Because he has a cold and is afraid of the wind? Afraid of catching a cold? But it's summer now!

  Su Rourou just felt that her mind was in a mess, and she almost fell off the window sill. She supported her window edge in time and bit her lower lip fiercely: Since Luo Yichen can send a text message to ask her to open the window, so can she!

  So, she took out her mobile phone in her pocket and typed a few words: Open the window! I'm going in!

  I thought I would have to wait for a while, but the window of Luo Yichen's room slammed open as soon as the text message was displayed.

   "Sick" Luo Yichen stood in front of the window and looked at her expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

   His face was pale, and his always red lips were pale, as if he was really sick...

  Su Rourou pushed him away and jumped into the room.

  The room was very dark, only a small night light was on.

  Su Rourou remembered that she was here to visit a doctor, so she tried her best to sound gentle: "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

  Luo Yichen ignored her, walked back to the bed and lay down, clutching his chest. It was stuffy and congested there, so uncomfortable that he couldn't get the energy to do anything.

  Su Rourou is a little strange, he seems to be angry with her? Why deliberately ignore her question? But she didn't mess with him today!

   "Hey, I'm asking you something!" She walked to the bed, crossed her arms around her chest, and looked at him condescendingly.

   Luo Yichen saw her coming, he turned his back to her, still didn't speak.

  Su Rourou is not happy now. She came to see him with good intentions and talked to him in a good voice, but he treated her with such an attitude?

   She raised her foot and kicked his bed board: "Why are you losing your temper? Where did I provoke you?"

  Luo Yichen suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbed her hand, and stopped her movement: "Have you had enough trouble? I'm a patient now, and I need to rest! Get me out!"

   "I..." Su Rou Rou blinked her eyes, a little aggrieved, "I just came to see you... Why are you so fierce?"

   In my memory, although Luo Yichen always liked to tease her, he had never spoken to her in such a tone.

   "I'm fine, you go back!" Seeing her like this, Luo Yichen softened his tone a little, but it was still cold.

   "Just go back when you go back, so fierce..." Su Rourou muttered in a low voice, turning around and walking towards the windowsill.

  Luo Yichen opened cold eyes in the dark, watching her small back jump onto the table, and finally disappeared into the night...

   "I told you to go back, will you go back? You won't hold on any longer..." He muttered to himself, putting the quilt over his head.

  Yes, he was ill, and he was sick all over—especially, his mind.