Qin Yilin put the back of his hand on wei ni's forehead. It was a little hot.
He said: "you don't have a fever after a little rain, troublemaker. You don't take an umbrella even if you know what it's going to rain for."
Wei ni's ears are buzzing, and she doesn't say anything.
She just wants to come and see him. He will go to the National University in the future, and he will have to go abroad for further study for one year, and then he will go back to Qin family to study and take over the company.
In the future, there will be no chance to meet.
He grew up so fast that she couldn't keep up and didn't know whether she could be admitted to the national college.
In recent years, he has been traveling all over the world and participating in competitions. She has little time to see him, and the distance between them has gradually widened.
The more wei ni thinks about it, the more she feels sad and depressed. Brother Yilin has been a noble and excellent young master of the Qin family since childhood. In two years, maybe she won't be able to call him brother Yilin. He will stand so high that he can't see her in the field of vision.
Wei ni voice is stuffy, "I didn't rain when I came out."
Qin Yilin took her to the car and said to Uncle Ping, "Uncle Ping, go back to Qin's house."
When Uncle Ping drove out of the campus, he looked back at Wei Ni and said, "Miss Wei Ni is in the rain, but you should pay attention to her health."
"It's just a little rain, it doesn't matter," Weini said
Her thin school uniform was wet, sitting in the car a small one, constantly rubbing hands to dispel the cold.
Qin Yilin took out a towel and threw it on her head. He said, "dry your body and don't dirty the car."
Uncle Ping shakes his head in silence. The young master is still angry with wei ni. Miss Wei Ni is so pitiful. She has been bullied since she was a child.
Wei ni didn't dare to say anything. She wiped her hair with a towel and kept her head down, letting the bangs block the scar on her forehead.
After wiping for a while, she felt that the fragrance of the towel was very special, like that of brother Yi Lin.
She carefully looked at the sign of the towel, which was embroidered with the word "Lin".
Seeing her movements, Qin Yilin said, "it's the towel I used in the competition. It's washed." This word was embroidered by his mother. It's all on his towel.
Wei ni's face suddenly turns red. Yi Lin's brother used the same towel to wipe his body?
When she thought about the picture, she felt more dizzy, as if a little lack of oxygen.
God, what the hell is she thinking!
Qin Yilin looks at her face and grabs the towel rudely. "I don't want to use it." The towel is washed, and she's dirty?
Weini tugs at the towel and bumps into Qin Yilin's arms. Her hands are on his chest. Her warm and strong muscles are burning under her hands. Her head is about to smoke.
The young master of the Qin family, who began to practice martial arts at the age of four or five, has a noble status and a prominent family background. He inherited all the advantages of his parents. He has been living in the spotlight since childhood, and now he has grown into the heir of the Qin family, who is famous in the Empire.
In another two years, he will take part in the Qin's project management, and truly become a man who shoulders the honor and responsibility of the Qin family.
Wei ni looks up in a hurry. Her eyes see the young man's good-looking Adam's apple. She can't breathe.
I don't know when brother Yilin has been such a dignified and charming young lady, but she is still a little yellow haired girl.
Qin Yilin pushed her away and said, "sit down for me."
Wei Ni is thrown to the car window by him carelessly. Qin Yilin feels tight in his heart and reaches out his arm to get her back, holding her head in the palm of his hand.