I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck (Lisrene)

Chapter 38

"I don't want to eat this. Stay away from me." Lisa raised his head and glanced at Irene. Then his gaze fell on her hand pushing against his arm. He added, "Also, it is improper for a man and woman to touch each other so casually, so you should be more careful from now on."

Irene: "..."

Irene tried her best not to squint her eyes in confusion. She unpacked the package and handed it to Lisa. "What's wrong with you today?! Just try one, there are both lemon and strawberry flavors available. When you're sick, you need to replenish your energy!"

Lisa glanced at her with eyes full of sorrow. "Do you really care if I still have energy or not?"

He pressed his lips tightly and leaned his whole body on the cold wall.

As soon as Irene leaned forward and he retreated, the whole scene turned into a scene of Irene oppressing him, forcing him to put his hand on the edge of his chair, trapping him in the corner, and his look as if he would rather die than obey.

The whole class couldn't help but look over out of curiosity.

"..."

Irene's cheeks were hot. She hurriedly withdrew her hands and set her back straight.

"Are you still ill?" Irene had no choice but to put the sweet into her own mouth. She muttered and asked, "If you're still not feeling well, why not ask for another day off? Did you bring a thermometer? Have you taken your temperature?"

She felt that his fever had gone away. She could feel it while she was sitting next to him for three periods in the morning. She no longer felt the scorching heat coming from his body as compared to when she was at his house the day before yesterday.

Boys at this age are physically strong so they would recover quickly.

But why is it that even though the fever is gone, he still looks so tired?

Thinking of this, Irene stretched out her hand subconsciously to check the body temperature on Lisa's forehead.

However, Lisa avoided her again.

He even stood up abruptly.

With a crash, the chair fell on the floor.

Lisa turned around and walked out of the classroom. He looked cold and tired. "I have recovered from my illness, so you don't have to worry about me anymore."

Irene looked up at him. She turned her neck like a sunflower would to the sun and asked inexplicably, "Then why are you unhappy?"

Irene grabbed his shirt in confusion.

Lisa turned away. "I'm not unhappy."

Did she want me to say, "Because I thought you liked me; because I have always been playing into this one-sided love. Now that my dreams are broken, my self-esteem is also smashed to the ground. I feel like a humiliated clown."? Did she want me to say such embarrassing words?

It was too mortifying. He didn't know how to face it.

"Bullshit," Irene said. "Li ge, I can still read your mood. Did something happen to you at home?"

"...Nothing happened."

Lisa fell silent before pushing Irene's hand away. "Remember that it is improper for a man and woman to touch each other so casually."

Irene: "..."

Irene watched as Lisa left the classroom. She felt really puzzled.

...

At first, she thought that Lisa was just unable to lift up his spirits because of his illness, but now it seems that something bad must have happened to him, maybe something troublesome.