"Well, it hurts..." Suddenly the young man on the bed began to murmur, and the corners of his normally elegant lips curled up in embarrassment.

"Xiao Luo, what's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?" Park Chanyeol hugged the young man who was starting to feel a little unstable and said worriedly.

"Let me go...don't touch me...it's all a lie." The young man pushed Park Chanyeol's arms away with all his strength in a daze, then raised his very heavy head and shrank to the wall beside the bed.

A trembling look.

"Xiao Luo, what's wrong with you!" Wu Yifan stepped forward, with caring eyes, looking at the young man whose expression was unclear.

"No one cares about me at all..." The young man sobbed slightly, burying his head deeply between his legs, shaking constantly, as fragile as a glass doll that could break at any time.

"Who said I don't care about you!" Wu Shixun couldn't help but said loudly, and walked forward cautiously, but did not dare to easily disturb the emotional young man.

"Zaixi doesn't care about me, no one cares about me at all..." The young man still looked like he was sobbing, his clear and beautiful eyes full of loss.

"Xiao Luo, no one cares about you!" Lu Han walked forward excitedly, wanting to catch the boy who was licking his wounds in the corner, but he didn't expect that he would resist fiercely.

Suddenly, all the strength in his body was drained, and his head felt as if it was filled with lead. He fell heavily towards the head of the bed, and several hands hugged the young man firmly.

"You idiot! Why are you torturing yourself like this!" Do Qingzhu couldn't help shouting at the fragile, doll-like boy in his arms.

"Zaixi, she hates me... She hates me." The young man raised the corners of his eyes and looked at the angry and worried figure of Do Qingshu in front of him. He suddenly felt a little aggrieved, and the corners of his eyes were filled with crystal tears, running along her fair skin.

Slowly flowed down his face.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have appeared in front of her." The young man touched his increasingly painful head and cried even harder.

"Xiao Luo, look at me!" Du Qingzhu fixed the boy's head and slowly raised his head, knowing that they could see each other clearly.

"We all care about you, so don't torture yourself like this, okay?" Du Qingzhu couldn't bear to say, looking at the young man's confused eyes and feeling more and more distressed, "Idiot, you don't know that the harder you cry, the harder I will cry."

Does it hurt more?

How could I not care about you? I obviously do care so much that I’m almost dead...

"Really?" The young man seemed a little loose. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the people beside him with beautiful and clear eyes, but still with some confusion.

"That's right, Xiao Luo, don't care about what others think, you are who you are." Jin Junmian looked at the young man's innocent appearance, and a strange feeling surged up in his heart. He reached out and rubbed the young man's soft hair.

"Know that those who cherish you will never betray you." Bian Baixian also smiled lightly, with a hint of doting in his innocent smile.

"Then we agreed...you are not allowed to...abandon me." The young man's voice became smaller and smaller. At the end, he gradually closed his eyes, but he held Du Qingshu's hand tightly, for fear of

It’s normal to lose something.

"Brother, are Xiao Luo okay?" Zhang Yixing couldn't bear to look at the scene that made him feel dazzled anymore, and looked at the young man beside him with some doubts.

"He must have tried his best just now, so now he is just tired and fell asleep." Wu Yifan sighed reassuringly, his handsome face shone with a warm luster, and his black pupils were full of midnight charm.

"What about today?" Jin Zhongren raised his eyes with a hint of meaning in his tone.

"Humph, did she think she would be better off?" Jin Zhongda shook his head sarcastically, with a hint of evil in his tone.

"Yes, after she hurt Xiao Luo so severely, could it be that she still thought she had a chance?" Lu Han nodded in agreement. No matter how hard that woman struggled, she could not even take a hair from Xiao Luo.

Nothing compares to it.

"One day, I will get this slap back for Xiao Luo," Wu Shixun said fiercely, with a playful smile on his raised lips, and his beautiful jewel-like eyes flashed with flying spirit, even in the sunshine.

All were eclipsed by it.

"I will also let her experience Xiao Luo's pain." Park Canlie pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of evil in his tone, and his eyes were as dark as ink, as bright as stars, and as moist as agate.

With.

"Hmph, a woman who overestimates her capabilities." Bian Baixian snorted coldly. One day, he would get back double the pain Xiao Luo suffered.

………

"Brothers! I'm back!" Huang Zitao opened the room excitedly, but found that no one was there. He opened the room one by one, only to find that it was still empty, even the pillows and quilts were missing.

Has the dormitory been robbed? Huang Zitao suddenly had a clever idea and opened the last room, his expression instantly dull.

There were many sleeping teenagers lying beside Jian Luo's bed, and the people lying next to him hugged him tightly even if they fell asleep.

"What..." Huang Zitao scratched his head with a puzzled expression on his face.
Chapter completed!