Nan jiateng sat up with one hand on the ground. He also saw Cha Qing Luo's guilty look.
He took a deep breath and stood up, pretending to be relaxed. Then, he went forward and touched Cha Qingluo's hair."Don't cry, it's okay. I just fell down. It's normal for boys to fall when playing basketball."
Cha Qing Luo blinked her eyes and looked at Nan jiateng in confusion."Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine. Look at me, I'm fine, okay? Don't feel bad. "
Nan jiateng's voice was deep and melodious, low and rich, very moving.
Her voice was so soft and gentle that it seemed to be able to comfort people's hearts.
In such a dark night, Cha Qing Luo's heart was a little empty and a little scared. At this time, she was even more dependent on Nan jiateng.
She reached out her hand and said,"hug."
Nan jiateng only froze for a moment, then reached out to hug Cha Qingluo, patted her back, and comforted her,"be good, it's fine. Don't be afraid."
