His Secret

After getting Lu Xiao to the hospital.

The doctor gave him an IV, and he was no longer in danger.

I watched him lying on the hospital bed, eyes tightly closed.

I didn’t know what to do.

Lu Xiao had completely disregarded his severe alcohol allergy just to explain things to me.

Should I be touched, or should I call him crazy?

My phone rang; it was Chen Xing.

Chen Xing: “Mengmeng, are you home yet?”

I instinctively lied: “Oh, oh, I’m home.”

Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good.

“Mengmeng… you and Lu Xiao…”

I glanced at Lu Xiao on the bed, then turned my back and lowered my voice,

“Oh, he’s my mom’s friend’s son, we know each other.”

Chen Xing: “That’s good. I was worried just now, so I turned back at the next bus stop to look for you, but I couldn’t find you.”

I smiled: “Don’t worry, I’m about to go to sleep.”

After chatting about school for a bit, I hung up.

I turned around and saw Lu Xiao was already awake and sitting up, I wondered how much he’d heard.

Lu Xiao propped up his legs, looking at me lazily.

His drawn-out tone, however, was clearly displeased: “So much to talk about?”