Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 744 The Cold-Faced School Prince Is a Girl 25

Lingyao glanced at the bandage for two seconds, her face calm, and she walked over seriously to take off the chest bandage.

Facing Wen Ning's puzzled and curious gaze, he just said calmly: "It's mine, I'm not hurt."

Wen Ning was relieved to hear that he was not injured and nodded: "Oh, what is that for."

"Wrap your chest." Lingyao calmly threw down a thunderous blow, but the pre-existing shield protected Wen Ning well.

After hearing Lingyao say these two words, Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses with a look of surprise on his face.

"Are you getting in shape? You're so strict with your body management."

If ordinary people or strangers hear the word "chest binding", the first thing they think of should be women.

But Wen Ning had a preconceived notion that Lingyao was a man, and he had a huge psychological struggle over this in his heart.

And even if you are an ordinary student, would you suspect that the classmate you spend every day with, who is better at fighting than you, and who is usually more handsome than you is actually a woman?

Wen Ning has now fallen into this whirlpool. Even with the rope wrapped around his chest, it is not enough to pull him out.

Lingyao, who had originally wanted to give in and say it out loud when she found out, met Wen Ning's clear and serious eyes and shut up silently.

She turned around, took the bra strap and walked out of the bathroom.

Soon the sound of Wen Ning taking a bath could be heard from the bathroom.

Wen Ning took a long bath, singing while he was bathing. Lingyao went to bed first, but didn't fall asleep yet. She leaned against the head of the bed and played the game that Wen Ning played during the day.

When Wen Ning came out of the shower, he saw that Lingyao had already defeated the boss he hadn't defeated yet.

"Do you also play 'Eternal Unsolvable'?" Eternal Unsolvable is the name of this game. Seeing Lingyao playing so well, Wen Ning thought she had played it before.

"No."

Lingyao heard the noise and looked up at Wen Ning.

Wen Ning had just come out of the bathroom, still steaming all over, his face a little red, then turned pink, his slightly curly hair was wiped by a towel and was half dry.

A few strands of long hair on his forehead poked at his thin eyelids and intertwined with his dark eyelashes.

He was still wearing pajamas, and because he thought the towels in this hotel were not clean enough, he did not use them to wipe himself, and a spot on his chest was soaked with water.

When she got close to Lingyao, she brought with her the same scent of shower gel as Lingyao, floating in the air and entwined with her.

Lingyao did not answer his question, but stood up and went to get the hair dryer provided by the hotel. After getting it, she waved to Wen Ning naturally and familiarly.

"Come here and blow dry your hair."

Wen Ning walked over and sat down obediently. He was about to take the hair dryer from Lingyao, but Lingyao dodged his hand.

Holding the hair dryer in his right hand, he grabbed his hair with his left hand and turned it on. The wind with moderate temperature passed through Wen Ning's ears and the top of his head, making him feel comfortable and relaxed.

His heart was instantly softened by the hot wind into a marshmallow, emitting a burnt sweet aroma.

Wen Ning thought that Xu Lingyao should like him a little bit.

Although Wen Ning has never been involved in this kind of thing, in his impression, as brothers, even the best of buddies would not flatter each other.

Wen Ning was still smiling when his chin was suddenly lifted up by someone. Then, the smile in his eyes appeared directly in front of Lingyao as he tilted his head back.

"What are you laughing at?" Lingyao pointed the hair dryer at the fine bangs on his forehead. The hot air blew all his hair back, revealing his delicate and handsome face.

Lingyao saw a strand of hair stuck to the corner of Wen Ning's eye and raised her hand to help him brush it away.

Wen Ning blinked subconsciously. Although it was his hair that was blown by the hot wind, his face felt like it was on a stove, and the skin at the corner of his eye that was touched was burning.

He suddenly grabbed Lingyao's hand, his eyes evasive, but his words were clear and audible.

"Would you like to watch a short movie later? It's only about ten minutes long. We'll take a break after that."

Lingyao glanced at him, her hands still blowing: "Blow it dry first."

Wen Ning not only dried his hair, but also dried the clothes on his chest, and only then was he allowed to watch the movie.

There are only stools but no sofas in the hotel room. If you want to lean against something to watch a movie, it is naturally more comfortable to lie on the bed.

Lingyao lifted the quilt and got on the bed first, but Wen Ning stood by the bed, hesitating and making eighty fake moves in one second.

Walking from one end of the bed to the other, getting water and paper.

In the end, he was given a cold look by Lingyao, and he quickly climbed onto the bed.

The movie was downloaded on Wen Ning's tablet.

In order to create a sense of atmosphere, Wen Ning also suggested turning off the lights, leaving only a small night light at the bedside.

The light from the screen shone on their faces, outlining their neat and clean facial lines.

Lingyao watched it seriously at first, but as she watched more she felt something was wrong.

How come his father's two men kissed each other?

Lingyao was not surprised by the plot, but was surprised why Wen Ning would watch this.

Wen Ning had been secretly glancing at Ling Yao's reaction. In fact, he had watched the short video once before downloading it. It was a tip given to him by netizens when he posted a message asking for help, saying that he could use it to test the other party's acceptance level of such things.

As a result, the first time he watched it after downloading it, he was disgusted.

Later, he had to pretend that the two men he brought into the movie were him and Xu Lingyao, and only then did he have to endure and finish watching the movie.

Wen Ning looked at Lingyao's face, which was still as cold as usual. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed. He felt like a fluttering deer had been kicked in his heart.

At this time, the deer was not only lost, but also thirsty and lacking water. It was running forward aimlessly. Perhaps there was a winding, clear stream ahead, or there might be a wall ahead, a solid wall, and if it rushed into it, it would die instantly.

Lingyao's calm reaction gave Wen Ning a little hope, just like quenching thirst by looking at a plum.

Although it is effective, it also makes me more hungry and thirsty.

He couldn't help it, and carefully moved his fingers on the quilt to Lingyao's hand, which was also on the quilt and close to his.

The room was very quiet. The conversations of the characters in the movie became background music. Wen Ning could hear the sound of his own heartbeat, as heavy as a drum, hitting his eardrums.

Every distance a finger moved seemed to be stretched and slowed down, leaving a heavy stroke on Wen Ning's beating heart.

When the fingertips touch, it's like the positive and negative poles of a battery are connected, the magnets attract each other, and the electricity is instantly transmitted and they stick together.

By the time Wen Ning reacted, he had already held Lingyao's hand.

His face flushed red, he held his breath, and stared at Lingyao with a pair of round, bright eyes.