Like Me?

Miao Dong snapped out of her thoughts and forced out a smile. Then, she walked to his side and sat down. "It's fine. The infirmary's teacher said that it's just hypoglycemia."

Zhou Feng looked at the half bottle of glucose in her hand and her slightly pale lips. He nodded.

Zhou Feng unscrewed the iodophor on the table and took out a cotton swab to disinfect his wounds.

The system reminded Miao Dong in his mind, "Host, this is a good opportunity to make contact with him! Quickly bandage his wound!"

Miao Dong's reaction was a little slow. After being reminded by the system, she finally remembered to put down the glucose in her hand and go to help him.

Zhou Feng had learned military boxing before, so he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in a fight with two students. Hence, the most injured part was his hand. There was a small scratch on his face, but it wasn't a serious injury.

Miao Dong took the cotton swab from him and helped him disinfect his wounds. The two of them didn't communicate the entire time. One of them disinfected the wounds in a daze while the other watched blankly.

When the band-aid was done, Miao Dong suddenly raised her head and wanted to check the wound on Zhou Feng's face.

Zhou Feng didn't expect Miao Dong to suddenly raise her head. Before he could dodge, Miao Dong's forehead brushed against the tip of his nose. It tickled him and even made his heart itchy.

Miao Dong didn't care at all and continued to treat the wound on his cheek seriously.

Now, Miao Dong had completely calmed down from her previous emotions. She had become the talkative Miao Dong from before, talking as she treated Zhou Feng's wounds.

"Fortunately, the wound is not big. Otherwise, scarring would affect this handsome face. It's just that the wound is a little long and happens to be under your eye. It might not be so convenient to put a band-aid on it. Then I won't put it on, but you have to pay attention to waterproofness. You can't leave a scar on your face that's favored by the creator!"

Zhou Feng listened to Miao Dong's words seriously. He stared at Miao Dong's face seriously and didn't even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that his breathing would scare her away.

Zhou Feng's heart beat faster and faster. Strange, why was Miao Dong so talkative today? Strange, why didn't he find Miao Dong annoying? Strange, why did he even feel that Miao Dong was a little cute?

Her eyes were so bright…

Miao Dong had already treated his wounds. She looked up at him and found that his cheeks were unnaturally red.

Miao Dong suddenly had a strange feeling. Even her breathing became a little rapid, and her face began to heat up.

She had even forgotten that she was now disguised as a man and looked like a handsome little boy.

Miao Dong stared into Zhou Feng's eyes and looked at her reflection in his eyes. She suddenly wanted to tease him.

She smiled wickedly and asked him, "Zhou Feng, do you like me?"

Zhou Feng's eyes flickered and he suddenly looked away. His mind was filled with Zhang Ji's words, "Keep your distance from Miao Dong!" and Miao Dong's serious and adorable face as he asked, "Do you like me?"

He only felt a suffocating feeling in his chest. He wanted to take a deep breath, but he was afraid that Miao Dong would discover his panic. He choked on his saliva and didn't know what to do. In the end, he subconsciously waved his fist and punched Miao Dong's face.

"Ahh!"

Miao Dong didn't expect to be suddenly punched. Before she could sit properly, she was suddenly punched and fell to the ground.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if her nose or butt hurt more.

Miao Dong covered her nose and felt two streams of hot blood flowing out of her nose. It was so painful that tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhou Feng panicked and hurriedly squatted down to check on her injuries. "Are, are you alright?"

He was a little flustered. He was worried and didn't know what he could do. He could only watch bewilderedly from the side.

Miao Dong held back her tears and looked up. She shouted angrily, "Zhou Feng, what's wrong with you!"

"I'm… I'm sorry." Zhou Feng frantically found tissues from his desk, then took out a pile and stuffed it into Miao Dong's hands.

"I…" Zhou Feng didn't know what to say. The surroundings were too quiet, and he could only stammer.

This was not Zhou Feng's first time hitting someone. On the first day that Miao Dong came to school, he had already beaten up his roommate and transferred to Miao Dong's dormitory. However, this was the first time that he felt guilty for hurting someone. He was flustered and at a loss. He was even angry at himself for not being able to control himself from attacking.

Miao Dong seemed to have noticed his embarrassment. She wiped her nose clean with a piece of paper, then twisted two balls of paper and stuffed them into her nose. She reached out her hand to Zhou Feng. "Brother, help me up first."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhou Feng quickly went to help her up from the ground, then assisted her to sit on a chair.