He stayed there and didn't dare to move.

Xi Huan was fine, so he picked up the book and dusted it off, "Sorry, Teacher Shen."

Chen Qinglang stood up straight with his body stiff, and did not dare to touch his chin. His eyes fell on the forehead of the person in front of him, and it turned slightly red, making his skin look whiter.

"Does it hurt?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I almost bit the tip of my tongue.

Chen Qinglang himself felt that what he said sounded wrong

Xi Huan reached out and pressed, "It's okay."

She was not particularly afraid of pain. After all, she sometimes experiences more pain than this when she learned to dance.

Chen Qinglang nodded secretly.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a soft touch came from his chin, which seemed to have a sweet fragrance.

Xi Huan looked up and pinched her fingers, "Teacher Shen's chin seems to have been knocked. I'll rub it for you a few times, and it won't hurt later."

Chen Qinglang's neck was red at the back and he stumbling: "No, it's not a problem, I don't hurt..."

Although it was like a child being coaxed, he did not hide.

When he closed his eyebrows, he could still see her worried look on his face, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. When he saw it, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his mind, so he wanted her to rub it a few more times.

But unexpectedly, Xi Huan said twice and withdrew his hand after two moves.

Chen Qinglang saw her focus shifting to the book to dust it off, and her Adam's apple moved slightly, and she couldn't help but reach out.

Xi Huan looked up, "Teacher Shen, I still have class, so I'll leave first."

Chen Qinglang stopped his hand like an electric shock, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Watching the man turn and leave and disappear at the corner of the stairs, he sighed silently and touched his heart.
Chapter completed!