newbobooks Chapter 978 Campus Literature 5
Chapter 978 Campus Literature 5
For Lian Ziwei, who was relatively thin, the neckline of Ning Zhiyuan's clothes, which was supposed to fit the body lines, now seemed unusually loose, revealing her snow-white and porcelain-like collarbone without reservation.
The heavy rain continued at night.
Lian Ziwei, who came specially to take care of the patient, was sleeping soundly at the moment. On the other side, Ning Zhiyuan was not sleepy at all and seemed particularly awake.
Ning Zhiyuan turned slightly to the side, and in the moonlight, he saw Lian Ziwei's brows relaxed, his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings; his fair skin was as delicate and smooth as porcelain; his rosy lips were gently pursed, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.
After staring for a long time, his eyes seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he could not help but slowly raise his hand. His fingers gently traced the outline of Lian Ziwei, and his fingertips gently touched his narrow and thick eyelashes, as light as the breeze blowing over the strings of a guitar. Those eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the weak light.
My palm slid down his straight nose and landed on his snow-white, smooth and delicate cheek. The moment our skin touched, it was as if an electric current ran through my body, making my heart flutter. I slowly stroked this delicate skin.
My eyes can't help but stay on the slightly parted lips. The lip color is slightly elegant, but reveals a different kind of charming charm. My fingers gently stroke the soft lips.
Their lips touched lightly. At that moment, it was like lightning across the night sky, bringing a brief but intense tremor. However, this light touch lasted only a moment before it quickly separated.
Although it was only such a brief contact, Ning Zhiyuan's heart was like a bonfire, burning fiercely. He couldn't help but stretch out his hands, tightly hugged Lian Ziwei's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms. The unique scent emanating from Lian Ziwei penetrated into Ning Zhiyuan's nose like a soul-stirring incense, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
At this moment, an even more absurd thought surged in Ning Zhiyuan's mind. This thought was like a surging tide, constantly impacting his rational defense line.
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The next morning, the sun shone through the thin clouds and fell on the earth, covering the whole world with a layer of golden gauze.
Lian Ziwei, who was lying on the desk, sneezed.
Ning Zhiyuan: "Infected by me?"
Lian Ziwei said loudly and confidently, "How is that possible? I have a very good physique!" However, before he finished speaking, a loud sneeze sounded, as if to contradict his boast. After sneezing, Lian Ziwei touched his nose awkwardly, with a barely perceptible blush on his face.
Ning Zhiyuan touched Lian Ziwei's forehead, and a heat that was obviously higher than normal body temperature instantly passed through his palm. This high temperature made Ning Zhiyuan's sword-like eyebrows involuntarily frown.
"You have a fever." Ning Zhiyuan's tone was filled with concern, "Do you want to ask for leave and go back to rest?"
Lian Ziwei shook his head: "It's okay..." Before he could finish his words, another sneeze interrupted him.
"No." Ning Zhiyuan helped Lian Ziwei up without saying anything and walked out of the classroom.