Pulling the ponytail and school grass cohabiting for 130 days

  "In fact, you can too. Han Youxi likes you. What's the relationship between him and me? I've known him for two years..." said Lao Ge.

  "But he's never said that he likes me, and always says things that hurt my self-esteem." I said with a wronged expression.

  "That's him being jealous. Yoyo, happiness has to be fought for by oneself, if you like someone, you have to bravely tell them, don't always talk about Is in front of him like that. You're hurting him this way too."

  "I was trying to provoke him, can't he see that? With an IQ as high as his, it's a wonder." I said, still feeling indignant.

  "High IQ has nothing to do with this. When ordinary people fall in love, their IQ usually drops to zero." My elder brother said to me with a serious tone.

  "But I'm afraid, I'm scared."

  "What's there to be afraid of? If you like something, you have to go for it yourself. Happiness won't wait for you, you have to grasp it firmly with your own hands." My older brother continued to encourage me.

  I nodded to the old brother. The old brother touched my face and said, "Go in, you two have a good talk, don't wait until something goes wrong, don't wait until it's lost, then it will be too late, do you understand?"

  "Ah, got it, thanks big brother." I finally opened my mouth and smiled at big brother.

  "Silly girl, hurry in and take good care of him, he needs you now."

  I smiled at my older brother one last time, then resolutely pushed open the door and went in. After pushing open the door, Han Youhui was lying alone by the bed, vomiting into a trash can. I've had my share of drinking too, that feeling must be really uncomfortable.

  I quickly walked to the side of Han Youhui, supported him with a point, and gently patted his back. However, after half a day, he still didn't spit out anything, which was even more uncomfortable than spitting it out. I think Han Youhui's stomach must be enduring a lot right now.

  It's a bit heart-wrenching to see him like this, so I helped him up and made him comfortable by the bedside. I gently asked him: "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better? Is it very painful?"

  Han Youxi just smiled and shook his head at me.

  "I'll go get you a glass of water," I said, preparing to stand up and head out. But Han Youhui wrapped his arms around me and said, "Don't go, don't leave me."

  Then he held me tightly in his arms, making me feel like I was going to suffocate.

  "I'm not leaving, I just want to go out and get you some water," I said to him.

  "I don't want water, I only want you. As long as you're by our side, that's all that matters." Han Youhui said to me with a hurt expression.

  "But won't you feel uncomfortable? Drinking some water will make you feel better, okay, I'll pour the water and come back to keep you company." I coaxed him like a child, and I must say, I'm quite impressed with myself. It turns out that I can also have such a gentle side. It seems that the power of emotions is not small after all.