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"Then I'll help you get out!"

Shen Heng raised his eyebrows.

Han Xiaoxi had already jumped out of bed and took out a big red scarf from the canvas bag. It was sold at a street stall and cost fifteen yuan a piece, but it was big and colorful.

He also took out a pair of black-framed plain glasses, used to prevent myopia when painting, they were so ugly.

Han Xiaoxi was a little happy because the original owner's taste was inexplicably to her liking.

"Lower your head." She stood on tiptoe.

Shen Heng leaned forward slightly.

She wrapped the scarf twice around his neck and put one end loosely on her shoulder, covering less than half of his face.

He put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a step back, and tilted his head to take a closer look.

"Okay." Han Xiaoxi nodded with satisfaction, "You look like an ordinary college student with a cold and fever now."

As she said that, she picked up the bag and went to the bathroom, "Wait for me, I'll go change clothes."

Shen Heng said "hmm", took off his glasses, looked at the surprisingly ugly style, was silent for a few seconds, and then put them back on silently.

Han Xiaoxi came out quickly, wearing a very ordinary black short down jacket, jeans, and a milky coffee-colored woolen hat.

"They're dressed up as a couple!" Han Xiaoxi felt like she was in a drama, her peach blossom eyes curled up, "Let's go, boyfriend."

Shen Heng’s movements obviously paused.

"Perform a full play, Teacher Shen will cooperate with you." Han Xiaoxi smiled slyly, "You are my boyfriend, you are sick, I will take you home. Just follow me."

She reached out to hold his arm and led him out the door naturally.

His face was calm, but his heart was beating wildly.

Shen Heng lowered his head and glanced at the little hand held in his arm. The little finger was slightly raised, and the nails were actually not too long.

He looked away and coughed twice in coordination.

He is professional in acting.

In the corridor, Han Xiaoxi leaned on his shoulder and murmured: "You said you, you wear so little in the winter, it would be strange if you don't have a fever. Go back and give me a good rest, do you hear me?"

Shen Heng coughed again and said vaguely "Hmm".

When they passed the elevator entrance, the reporters on guard just glanced at them.

“After all, a girl who is verbose and clingy, and a boy whose eyes are covered with a bright red scarf that is too dazzling, look like a nearby college student, so they are not much to look at.

The moment the elevator door opened, Han Xiaoxi held his arm and walked in.

Shen Heng pressed the button on the first floor downstairs unhurriedly.

The door is closed.

Han Xiaoxi let out a long sigh and prepared to let go.

But he was held down by a man.

"Perform your acting to the end. There will be people getting up and down in the elevator at any time." He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

Han Xiaoxi understood instantly.

The roots of my ears felt warm.

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