The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"It's okay, it's not your fault, why are you crying?"

Fu Li stretched out his hand to help the child wipe away the tears from the corners of the eyes, well, the face was so tender that water could be squeezed out, it was soft, Fu Li unconsciously squeezed it a little bit, and then retracted his hand in satisfaction.

The place where the skin touched was scorching hot, Fu Li's ambiguous little movement disrupted Bai Lin's thoughts, and finally stammered: "No, it's nothing, it's just that I worked very hard, but they still look down on me."

Unable to reveal his true identity, Bai Lin was so full of grievances that he could only swallow it in his stomach. Who knows how uncomfortable this feeling is.

"Is it a classmate?" Fu Li rubbed the kid's head, hmm, it's soft, it must be a high school student, at most it's a college student who just entered school.

Bai Lin: What's the use of being tall and mature, being short is a flaw...

"Probably." Bai Lin nodded, and took a few steps back, the burnt part accidentally rubbed against his clothes, sharp pain suddenly spread from his fingertips.

There is an old saying that ten fingers connect to a heart, not to mention that the burnt area has not been applied with ointment, the skin on it has become soft and seems to be separated from the underlying tissue, Bai Lin was so careless that he almost rubbed off that piece of skin. It doesn't hurt.

The kid's movement of hiding his hand back was too obvious, Fu Li hurriedly grabbed his hand and examined it carefully, he found a large red swelling on the back of his left hand, poked it, the place was still soft.

No matter how cautious Fu Li was, Bai Lin, who was in pain from the poke, couldn't hold back his cry.

"It's all right?" Fu Li didn't know why he was angry, but that kind of unreasonable anger immediately swept over him, and he was a little confused.

Bai Lin was dragged forward by the backhand, Fu Li's footsteps were too fast and he couldn't keep up, he was dragged staggeringly, and didn't stop until he bumped into Fu Li's back.

The door opened with a creak, and it turned out that Fu Li had brought him to the infirmary.

There was a beautiful young lady sitting in the infirmary, sitting bored with her chin propped up, her eyes glowed when she saw Fu Li coming in, as if she saw some great happy event.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm almost bored to death." The young lady rushed over suddenly, causing Bai Lin to take a few steps back again and again in fright. It must be said that those wolf-like eyes seemed to eat him up.

Fu Li immediately pulled the man behind him, warning with his eyes, "His hand is burnt, please show me."

The beautiful young lady seemed to know Fu Li, she was very dissatisfied with his attitude, she ran back reluctantly to find out the medicine box, and kept muttering: "All cold and cold male gods are fake, they are obviously grumpy Really, I will record a video of you and post it on the Internet someday, so that everyone can see your details."

Then when he saw Bai Lin's face clearly, and saw Fu Li's eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them, as if he was protecting a little chicken, he finally nodded in a sudden realization.

In fact, the young lady is really pretty, if only she doesn't look at him with that weird look, Bai Lin said.

"How did you do this? As a professional player, your hands are what you eat, why are you so careless." The young lady bandaged him while thinking about it, and smiled after touching his little finger.

"I said that your professional players' hands are the best to recognize. The little finger will have calluses, unlike most ordinary people who only have the middle finger with calluses from their school days."

"Okay, later you have to play without bandages for the time being, and come back after the game."