In the corridor, Su Mo and Ye Jing were still persuading Yifei, telling her to write down the checkup carefully when she returned, until at a corner of the stairs, Su Mo's arm was suddenly pulled away by Yang Xiaomo who suddenly came out.

"ah!"

Su Mo screamed in fright and looked up at Yang Xiaomo, the anger in the corners of his eyes even more difficult to conceal.

"What are you going to do?" She looked at Ye Jing and Yifei who were both shocked at the same time, pushed away Yang Xiaomo's hand that held her, and asked in a low voice as if to deliberately distance themselves from each other.

"Accompany me to change the dressing!" Yang Xiaomo said very naturally. He waved his arm tied with gauze, as if this was a natural request. Of course, for Su Mo, this was indeed a natural request.

matter.

"Oh!" Su Mo frowned for a moment, but she was obviously a little helpless. She had to turn around and said to Ye Jing: "Ye Jing, I have something to do, please go back with Yifei first!"

"no problem!"

Su Mo had already told them about Yang Xiaomo's injury, so apart from being frightened by Yang Xiaomo's rashness, the two of them didn't feel anything unusual. After hearing what Su Mo said, Ye Jing and Yifei left first.

Although the first snowfall on campus has stopped, there is still a thick layer of snow, which makes a "creeping" sound when walking on it.

Su Mo still walked in front with his head lowered, and Yang Xiaomo followed her closely, trying hard to maintain a shoulder-to-shoulder posture.

"How are you thinking about it?" Yang Xiaomo suddenly asked, breaking the previous silence.

"What to consider?"

"Don't pretend you didn't hear what I shouted that day. You'll find out later whether there are scars or not!"

Yang Xiaomo's tone began to sound a little domineering.

Since there was no answer at all, Su Mo simply stopped talking, and Yang Xiaomo didn't seem to be in a hurry to ask questions. The two of them walked into the infirmary in silence.

She was still the somewhat cold female doctor. She motioned for Yang Xiaomo to sit on the chair, then picked up the scissors and gently opened the buckle of the bandage, and then began to quickly pull the bandage downwards in circles. At the same time, for some reason,

, Yang Xiaomo and Su Mo almost simultaneously held their breaths and stared at the hand flying up and down, as if waiting for fate, listening to some kind of sentence in the dark...

Finally, all the bandages were removed, and both of them opened their eyes wide. It turned out that Yang Xiaomo did have a shallow scar on his hand. Su Mo leaned forward, dumbfounded, but Yang Xiaomo suddenly showed a strange look of relief.

And a proud smile.

At this time, Yang Xiaomo took advantage of the doctor's turn to stand up quickly, picked up Su Mo, who was still a little confused, and ran out of the medical room.

"Hey! Change the dressing!" The female doctor who turned around and noticed the situation shouted at them from behind.

"No need!" Yang Xiaomo waved his hand, but then seemed to think of something, then turned back to the confused female doctor, stood at attention respectfully and said, "Thank you, Auntie!"

Before the female doctor could figure out what was going on, Yang Xiaomo had already dragged Su Mo forward again. When she came back to her senses holding the scissors, she suddenly yelled: "You brat, am I that old?!"

"After saying that, he patted his face as if he was still a little unsure.

Su Mo was dragged by Yang Xiaomo all the way, and the two of them ran to the corridor under the Lingxiao flower vine. By then, Su Mo was already out of breath.

Yang Xiaomo stood there and raised his hand to look at the scar. The winter sunlight slanted down and reflected on the side of his face.

"It seems to be still heart-shaped!" Yang Xiaomo said in a proud tone.

"What if you get infected if you don't change the dressing?" Su Mo muttered softly.

"Answer the question!" Yang Xiaomo put away his smile and looked into Su Mo's eyes, "Don't run away!"

Su Mo also glanced at Yang Xiaomo, then took a few steps back and leaned on the railing.

"There is no escape. I never agreed to that bet from the beginning." Su Mo said calmly and forcefully.

Yang Xiaomo pondered for a moment and suddenly raised his eyebrows again.

"But you didn't say you disagreed!"

"Stop making trouble," Su Mo raised his head and looked at Yang Xiaomo with a firm tone, "I don't like you, that's the answer!"

"Yeah?"

Hearing such an answer, Yang Xiaomo still felt uncomfortable in his heart even though he had made ten thousand preparations. He did not expect that this girl would be so sharp. He was even caught off guard, but things have reached such a point. He

I can only try to keep myself calm on the surface.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "I know, so what I said that day was that if I leave a scar, I will be your boyfriend. This - it shouldn't have much to do with whether you like me or not!"

"you?!"

Su Mo's eyebrows knitted together after hearing his rogue excuse. She even looked up at Yang Xiaomo in confusion, wondering what kind of logic he had.

Yang Xiaomo knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he directly ignored her eyes, then hurriedly turned around and left. However, the brave smile faded away just out of sight of Su Mo, and a hint of instinctive hesitation crept up his brow again...

…

"Okay, that's it for today, I'm leaving!" After Yang Xiaomo finished speaking, he walked away.

At the same time, behind him, Su Mo looked at him walking farther and farther in the snow. She also breathed a long sigh of relief, and then stood up straight. She thanked the railing that was supporting her behind her from the bottom of her heart. There was a secret.

Only she knew that just a moment ago when Yang Xiaomo looked at her, she would lose her center of gravity and fall to the ground...
Chapter completed!