Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

81-2

It rained heavily for several days, and Wen City was damp and cold. You could smell the smell of mud everywhere.

The bell for the end of the second class rang.

The rich second-generation who was good friends with Lu Dou heard that Lu Dou was sick, so he took his wallet to the cafeteria without stopping.

But when he saw Lu Dou who had come for the appointment, his mouth was opened so wide that an egg could fit in it, and he asked suspiciously in a muffled voice: "Brother, you don't look like you have a fever?"

Lu Dou's eyelids drooped, and his voice filtered out from his chest, hoarse and low: "So, how should I look like? Fall down after walking two steps, and don't even have the strength to hold chopsticks?"

"...That's not the case."

The rich second generation took a bite of the bun embarrassedly, and his mouth was shiny from the grease of the meat. He hurriedly wiped it with paper and asked curiously: "I heard that you moved into his dormitory?"

Lu Dou felt that there was nothing to hide: "Yeah."

The rich second generation exclaimed: "Is the iron tree blooming or the sow climbing a tree? You can move to his place?"

Lu Dou raised his wrinkled eyelids.

"You were the one who annoyed him the most and avoided him the most. We were all betting on whether you would kick him out of school, but you just moved to his dormitory without saying anything? Did you think of a new way to hate him or what? Fuck, tell me you softened after he said a few words of coquetry, then I really look down on you."

Lu Dou lightly sighed: "You are right, I did it to hate him."

"?"

His slender finger bones touched the cans soaked with cold steam, and Lu Dou's thin lips slightly opened: "In front of him, I will learn from you not to wash socks for three days and not to wet my hair for a week. Guess how long it will take for him to stop loving me?"

Rich second generation: "..."

Lu Dou didn't see his reaction, but frowned and looked down at his phone. Since sending the picture of that clothes, Xue Yu has not received any messages from him.

This is not normal.

That stupidity is stupid, and in some ways it is almost stubbornly polite. Chats are always questions and answers, and he always ends it. But this time, it has been more than two hours, and there is no news.

Lu Dou clenched his palms, and the coolness of the tin can that had been frozen for a long time seeped into his fingertips, but he couldn't suppress his restlessness.

The rich second-generation man opposite him chattered and talked about school gossip, but he was uninterested. After a few minutes, his unchanging expression changed slightly, and Lu Dou looked at the additional news on the top of the screen.

[Little country bumpkin: Expression/]

That expression was an anthropomorphic cabbage, sitting on the ground with its head down, and its face could not be seen.

Lu Dou was very strange, and he could feel Xue Yu's subtle emotions from it. Although Xue Yu didn't say anything, he lowered his head to type, and didn't ask Xue Yu why he didn't have any news, but asked him where he was in a concise way.

[Little country bumpkin: Just got to the dormitory.]

So Lu Dou went back to the dormitory not long after he left.

In the dormitory, there were several plainclothes policemen with serious expressions.

The man standing in front of the stool was tall and sturdy, with knotty muscles that almost burst his clothes, revealing a healthy bronze skin. His broad shoulders blocked half of Xue Yu's body. Under his solid body, Xue Yu only had small, thin white arms that looked like poured fresh milk.