Chapter 690: Sprained Foot

The eyes can't catch up, but...

The mind still can't stop thinking about it, feeling that Wang Xueying is simply a charming fairy. Yes, the word fairy is the most accurate to describe Wang Xueying.

"Hurry up, my little cutie, how can you be more fun than the kitten just now?"

Shen Dapeng has been embarrassed, but Wang Xueying has no intention of giving up easily. She continues to chase and tease. While reaching out to pull Shen Dapeng up, her cold little hand gently wipes Shen Dapeng's face a few times.

It looks like a gentle scene, but the next second, Wang Xueying can't help but point at Shen Dapeng's cheek and laugh, "Haha, you really became a little cat!!!"

"What are you talking about, crazy girl!!"

Shen Dapeng took a deep breath, and the cool breeze into his lungs eased his shortness of breath and embarrassment. He wanted to carefully clean the dust on his body, but as soon as his big hand patted his body, he found that his clothes became even dirtier. Turning his head to look behind him, the whole back of his clothes was stained with dirty mud on the ground.

He looked up and saw Wang Xueying's palms, which were also covered with mud from the ground. He then rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hands and felt the coldness. When he saw the same mud on the back of his hands, he finally understood why Wang Xueying called him "little cat". It turned out that Wang Xueying had tricked him.

"You crazy girl, I'm afraid you'll get hurt and get dirty, but you're still scribbling on my face. Believe it or not, I'll beat your butt up..."

Shen Dapeng suddenly felt that he had said something wrong when he said this, but before he could regret it, he saw Wang Xueying had already raised her butt in a very cooperative manner, looking back with a frown, looking like a little girl who was pitiful to me.

"You girl..."

Shen Dapeng's raised hand did not hit the embarrassing round and fleshy part in the end, but took a step further and attacked Wang Xueying's little face with powder on.

The same dirty palm, the same playful posture, without any hesitation, was about to press on Wang Xueying's face, but Wang Xueying screamed and ran away.

I was thankful that I had avoided Shen Dapeng's attack, but for some reason, my ankle suddenly felt like an electric shock. My entire right leg felt weak, and I landed softly. I felt weak again, and I staggered and was about to fall.

Fortunately, Shen Dapeng chased her fast enough and reacted quickly enough. He supported Wang Xueying in his arms. This time, there was no trash can to trip her feet, so Shen Dapeng stood firmly enough and did not fall again.

"Crazy, crazy,

You don't look like a top student at Shuimu University, and you don't look like the daughter of a corporate boss? Are you okay? Are you broken?"

Shen Dapeng muttered a few words of complaint, but his eyes finally fell on Wang Xueying's ankle. His tone was dissatisfied, but more concerned.

"It hurts a little...."

Wang Xueying frowned. She didn't lie. Now her right leg didn't even have the strength to stand alone. She could only stand with the support of her left leg and the help of Shen Dapeng.

"Let me see!"

Shen Dapeng leaned down and let Wang Xueying hold his head without getting angry. He gently pinched Wang Xueying's right ankle with his big hand, which made her scream. He shook his head helplessly, "I guess it was twisted when she fell from the trash can just now. It shouldn't be serious!"

"Is it really not serious? But I don't even have the strength to walk. Can you... carry me?"

"You can call a taxi!"

Shen Dapeng rolled his eyes. He would not be fooled. Who knows if she will smear some messy dirty things on her body after carrying her.

And he couldn't figure out what this little girl was thinking. Today was neither a birthday nor a holiday. She ran out to eat Western food. There must be some ulterior motive. Could she have a plan for spraining her ankle?

Shen Dapeng looked at the swollen ankle and shook his head again. Based on her understanding and cognition of Wang Xueying, Wang Xueying didn't have so many tricks, and couldn't think of any careful plans. It was even more impossible for her to risk her body and act so realistically.

What's more, the sudden snow, the kitten on the tree, and the fall from the trash can are not things that can be planned in advance. The most important thing is that he firmly believes that Wang Xueying is a girl who loves life very much, even more than her sister Wang Yuying. With her temperament, she will never joke about her physical safety.

"It seems that everything is a coincidence."

Shen Dapeng adjusted his inner thoughts, while supporting Wang Xueying, he kept waving at the oncoming taxis on the roadside. More than a dozen taxis splashed mud and water, and sped past in the stars and snow, but none of them stopped.

"It's snowing and cold, and these taxis are too popular. They are all sharing a car to pick up one person. Who is willing to take up space for us? Otherwise... carry me! I can't stand anymore!!"

Wang Xueying grabbed Shen Dapeng's arm hard and signaled him to squat down quickly.

"You are being too bullying, aren't you?"

Shen Dapeng was still a little unwilling, and continued to wave at the taxis speeding by the roadside. Unfortunately, no one stopped. He looked back at Wang Xueying pouting in grievance, and immediately surrendered helplessly, squatting obediently and patting his shoulder.

"Hehe, that's good!!"

Wang Xueying patted Shen Dapeng's head and jumped onto his back, but because she was too proud, she forgot about the sprained ankle and screamed a few more times. It seems that the pain in the ankle is not fake.

The close contact and caring inquiries made Wang Xueying's heart blossom and become sweet. There was a faint hint of youthfulness and shyness that was inconsistent with her personality in her eyebrows and words.

"You girl, when will you become more serious?"

Feeling the heavy pressure coming from behind, Shen Dapeng lamented repeatedly. The seemingly thin and slender Wang Xueying was actually much heavier than expected. Even the physical strength he exercised through his daily morning jogging felt a little strenuous.

"Am I heavy?"

"What do you think?"

"Not sinking!"

"You are really narcissistic..."

The two of them seemed to be playing and bickering, walking slowly on the path. In the snow, pedestrians passed by in a hurry, but they still looked at them sideways, some were curious, some were sighing, some were sighing, and some were envious...

From time to time, there would be people pointing and laughing. Unaware of the situation, they seemed to be seeing a man and woman in love. The girl pretended to be weak, the boy thought he was strong, the girl thought he could be entrusted with his life, and the boy thought he could take care of him. A generation.

Passionate love always fascinates people, like an exquisite and melancholy dream, from which people don't want to wake up until they see the best ending.

But they are often reflections in water and phantoms in dreams, which are broken at the first touch and difficult to return to.

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