Chapter 111.2

"Don't move."

"Well? What's the matter? "

Liang Xiaoyu raises his head slightly and looks at Xin Zezhao confusedly. He sees that Xin Zezhao's mouth is slightly raised and his hand is gently rubbing away his forehead. He is sweating a little because of dancing.

The unexpected gentle action makes Liang Xiaoyu feel that the deer who has been sleeping in her heart seems to have signs of awakening, and a touch of crimson quietly climbs onto her face.

"Thank you "Xie" Liang Xiaoyu somewhat unnaturally avoided Xin Zezhao's sight, bowed his head and said thanks in a soft voice.

"Well, do you want to play any more?" Xinzezhao calmly back hand, see cool small more than a rare shame, eyes a soft.

Hearing Xin Zezhao's question, Liang Xiaoyu remembered what she had brought Xin Zezhao here for tonight, and left behind her inexplicable palpitation: "of course, it can't be just me playing!"

Liang Xiaoyu walks forward with great interest, only to find that Xin Zezhao is still standing in the same place. As soon as his brain is hot, he returns to the past and takes Xin Zezhao's hand to move forward.

The warm touch from the palm of his hand made Xin Zezhao lose his mind for a moment, and he was so easily pulled forward by Liang Xiaoyu.

After passing through the crowd, he arrived at the destination he was looking for. Looking back, he saw Xin Zezhao looking at him with his lips closed and silent. Liang Xiaoyu reflected what he had done and quickly released his hand.

He coughed unnaturally, cleared his throat, relieved his embarrassment and said, "you should be able to play with this, right?"

That very unnatural blush naturally did not escape Xin Zezhao's narrow peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his mouth were faint with a smile. Xin Zezhao, relying on his height advantage, bowed his head and whispered in the cool little Yu's small ears.

"I won't. You can teach me."

"You can't?" Liang Xiaoyu tried to ignore the crisp itching and the abnormal feeling of rapid heartbeat, and looked at the sports basketball machine in front of him in surprise.

"Well, I haven't played." Xin Zezhao nodded his head.

"It's very simple. Don't you men all love playing basketball?"

Liang Xiaoyu skillfully took out two game coins and put them down. His slender white hand picked up the basketball rolling down from the loose baffle. With a little effort, he drew an elegant arc, and the whole movement was flowing.

"Clang." One hit, one hit.

Just when Liang Xiaoyu wanted to add more strength and pick up the second basketball, he found himself surrounded by a familiar cold breath.

Looking back, Xin Zezhao is standing behind him. His slender arm encircles him in his arms. The warm touch from his back and the clear and rumored heartbeat of Xin Zezhao make Liang Xiaoyu's face crimson.

With a smile, Xin Zezhao picked up a basketball with a well-defined hand and slightly bent his wrist. The basketball broke away from Xin Zezhao's hand and crossed the perfect arc to the moving basket again.

Xin Zezhao's smile is like everything revives after the iceberg melts. The spring light suddenly releases, which makes Xiao Yu's eyes cool. He can't help falling into the peach blossom eyes of Shuanggou people.

"Dong." Elegant posture did not let the basketball fall into the basket exactly as Xin Zezhao thought, but hit the baffle.

The two people who are looking at each other completely ignore this point, until the rebounded basketball goes straight to Liang Xiaoyu's face without doubt, and the wind of the ball comes to Liang Xiaoyu's face, which makes Liang Xiaoyu recover from peach blossom's eyes.

"Bang." The ambiguous and charming atmosphere immediately disappeared, leaving Liang Xiaoyu to cover his forehead with pain and growl angrily: "Xin Zezhao!"

"Ha ha." The curve of Xin Zezhao's mouth is getting bigger and bigger, and his cool pupils are full of happy smile, which is more charming than the dazzling smile just now.

Liang Xiaoyu turns his lips and constantly persuades himself: forget it, I brought him here tonight just to make him feel better. Although the reason why he is happy is not the same as what he imagined, the result is good.

Seeing Liang Xiaoyu's aggrieved expression, Xin Zezhao restrained his smile a little, but the smile in his eyes didn't decrease: "take it away, show it to me."

Originally bright and clean flawless forehead is now a red, as if there are still some slightly swollen up, Xin Zezhao eyes a coagulation, a few silk heartache flash away.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, it's just a smash. Just be late." At the thought of the pungent smell of the medicine in the hospital all the year round, and it was just a smash, and there was no blood, Liang Xiaoyu refused to make a fuss.

"Then go to the drugstore and ice it."

Liang Xiaoyu gently rubbed his forehead, but when he wanted to refuse, he saw Xin Zezhao's tight lips, with an imperative look on his face. After thinking for a while, it was better to go to the drugstore and go to the hospital.

"All right."

The elegant starlight and the bright moonlight are intertwined with each other. They reflect on Xin Zezhao's cool and handsome beauty and add a layer of warm color.

And this moon like frost, face like jade, let Liang Xiaoyu forget his forehead swelling pain, again can't help looking at xinzezhao dazed.With a smile of Xiaoyu in the corner of his mouth, Xin Zezhao gently raised Liang Xiaoyu's chin with his slender hand and pitifully applied ice on his red and swollen forehead.

"Hiss." The cold ice touched the skin and made a sound.

"It hurts?" Xin Zezhao just loosened his eyebrows and frowned again.

"No, it's a little cold."

"Just hold on a little longer."