Outright Favoritism Chapter 1313: : Ms. He who is 1.7 meters away

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At half past one in the morning, everything is silent.

He Yanmo took a bath three times in the sea view apartment before returning to his bedroom to sleep.

After half an hour, there was a slight movement from the door.

Shang Yin, dressed in gray home clothes, stood by the door and watched for a few seconds before turning on the night light above his head.

Maybe too tired. The **** the bed wore cartoon two-piece pajamas and slept very deeply.

Under the not-so-bright light, Shang Yin sat sideways on the bedside carrying the medicine box.

He probed He Yanmo's forehead temperature with his fingers. He didn't have a fever, and his tight outline was loosened a bit.

He Yanmo seemed to be aware of something in his sleep, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and there were faint signs of lucidity.

Shang Yin's eyes tightened, and his palm fell on the girl's back and patted her to sleep.

Soon, He Yanmo stretched his eyebrows, rubbed the pillow, hugged the quilt and fell asleep again.

In a few minutes, after she was asleep completely, Shang Yin opened the medicine box and carefully rolled up He Yanmo's pajamas.

The girl’s skin is very white, a standard cold white skin.

Under the illumination of the night light, the scars on both legs are particularly dazzling.

Shang Yin's breathing sank, and he felt distressedly at the whitish edge of the wound.

His Momo, he has been spoiled since he was a child, but he has never been squeamish.

Although Shang Yin has been so knowledgeable over the years, she really did not expect that she would go to the garbage station to find Jade Pei in person.

Said she is stupid, sometimes she speaks very shrewdly.

Said she is smart and always does things that are not flexible.

Shang Yin's eyes were filled with faint waves, he opened the ointment in his hand, and carefully treated He Yanmo's wound.

Some wounds were too deep, even if the ointment had a mild effect, He Yanmo was awakened by the sting.

She propped up her upper body, and there was a trace of alertness and trance hidden in her distressed eyes.

Until she saw Shang Yin's figure, she lay down again, "Big Brother Yin, what's the matter?"

"Does it hurt?"

He Yanmo twisted his ankle and answered like a dream, "It seems to hurt."

Shang Yin took the wet wipes to wipe off the ointment from his hands, leaned over He Yanmo's shoulders, and coaxed: "Sit up, go to bed after the injection."

"Oh."

He Yanmo obeyed Shang Yin's words. She sat up softly, her expression drowsy and her head still a little bit.

At this time, Shang Yin rolled up her sleeves, but before they reached the deltoid muscle of the injection, the fabric of the cuffs was tightly stretched on her elbows.

He Yanmo was still dozing off, and her hair was scattered on her shoulders. She waited for a few seconds in a daze. She squinted her nose and squinted, "No more?"

At this moment, Shang Yin was holding medical scissors in his hand, and when He Yanmo was gradually awake but had no time to stop, he directly opened her sleeves from her elbows...

A good long-sleeved pajama, now it has become a one-shoulder cut-sleeve.

He Yanmo is completely awake.

She looked at the fluttering sleeves, then at a serious group of Shang Yin, and patted his wrist, "Brother!"

Shang Yin took the tetanus injection and raised his eyes, "Huh?"

He Yanmo poked the buttons of his pajamas backhand, and gestured at the neckline, saying, "From here, unbutton the two buttons, and then pull the collar under the shoulder. Isn't it easier to get an injection? "

Shang Yin smiled and nodded slightly, "It seems to be."

"It was originally." He Yanmo grabbed the cut fabric and shook it. He couldn't help but laugh, "Look at how you cut my sleeves."

Shang Yin applied iodophor on her arm, and when he unplugged the protective cover of the needle tube, he smiled lightly: "There is a new one in the closet. Change one later."

"Well then...hiss..."

He Yanmo pouted and muttered, and as a result, Shang Yin's tetanus needle pierced her muscles directly.

The little girl's sore eyelids jumped, but for the sake of face, she hurriedly pursed the corners of her mouth and said nothing.

He Yanmo is good with everything, but he is afraid of pain since he was a child.

In the words of Godmother Li Qiao, she belongs to the type of people who are particularly sensitive to pain.

Otherwise, she would not take analgesics to relieve the pain.

Shang Yin gave her the injection, pinched her soft cheek, and said helplessly: "I'm obviously afraid of pain, and I have to run to the garbage dump to do my best. You are still the same as before, and you will never grow up."

Hearing the sound, He Yanmo retorted with a face, "Nonsense, what does it mean to grow up? I used to be one meter and one meter and seven!"

Shang Yin packed up the medicine box, raised his hand and patted her head, "Even if you round up, you will be at most 165."

He Yanmo hugged his shoulders and did not speak, but Yu Guang looked at Shang Yin secretly, as if waiting for him to coax.

At this time, Shang Yin put the medicine box on the table, took out a new set of pajamas from the closet and folded it back in front of He Yanmo, "Okay, Miss He, one meter seven, change to pajamas. Go to bed, there will be classes tomorrow morning."

Miss He who is 1.7 meters away...

He Yanmo gave him a look, took the pajamas and mumbled softly, "I'm sure I can grow to one meter and seven meters. If you don't believe me, wait."

Shang Yin bends forward, his eyes are very fond of responding: "Well, I'll wait."

……

Early the next morning, He Yanmo was returned to school.

Before getting out of the car, Shang Yin grabbed her arm and whispered, "I will pick you up on the weekend the day after tomorrow."

"Okay~" He Yanmo answered softly, looking at Shang Yin's clearly contoured face, his eyes flashed, "Brother Yin, my hand still hurts a bit."

Shang Yin made a gesture to take ointment, but He Yanmo spread his palm and sent it to his lips, "If you don't rub the medicine, you can just blow it twice."

The girl’s coquetry is straightforward and magnanimous, Shang Yin’s lips lifted a faint smile, "Next time you get hurt, you won’t blow."

He said while spreading her palms and blowing, and finally, holding her fingers, he said, "Let Qinglei send you in, and call me whenever you need to."

"Okay, goodbye."

After a while, He Yanmo and Qing Lei walked into the campus, and the girl looked back at the street, "Brother Qing Lei, didn't you just send me to the campus?"

"Miss He, I'll help you change the dormitory."

He Yanmo raised his eyebrows uneasily, "I chose the four-person room specially..."

"The host has arranged a single dormitory for you. If you don't want to live on campus, there is a school district apartment outside the west gate."

He Yanmo looked up at the sky, "Just can't live with others like a normal student, right?"

Qing Lei looked at her, "Miss He, you are indeed not suitable for sharing with others."

"You might as well just say that I am careless and have no sense of prevention."

Qing Lei pondered for a few seconds and said euphemistically: "After all, you are young and this is the first time you live in school. It's not a bad thing to experience more things."

He Yanmo glanced at him and walked forward sullenly.

She knew that Qing Lei was comforting her.

The first time he was targeted, the first time he was calculated, and the first time he left home in a real sense, He Yanmo found that his way of dealing with problems was not sophisticated enough.

The little girl was a little disappointed, and she was depressed all morning.

There is still a big gap between myself and Brother Yin.

He has been nurtured and trained by the family in Parma for the past eight years, and she has also tried to catch up with him in the past eight years.

But, it seems not enough...