The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Because of the live broadcast every day, Song Jiu seldom goes out. He basically stays at home at night and rarely goes out for a walk or shopping. The only person he is familiar with in the community is Aunt Liu.

He was not even familiar with the other residents on the same floor and had only met them a few times.

Song Jiu climbed up to the fifth floor carrying his things, panting with exhaustion. He leaned against the broken wall with one hand and gasped for breath. It was a hot night, and even if he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, he would be sweating all over after climbing the stairs. The thin fabric stuck to his skin and was very uncomfortable.

I have to go back quickly to take a shower and change clothes.

Song Jiu picked up the bag again. He was in a hurry to go home and didn't notice anyone at the corner, so he bumped into someone's arms.

Fruits and vegetables were scattered all over the floor.

Song Jiu fell down on the man's strong chest, and subconsciously hugged the man's neck because of the imbalance of his body. The upper bodies of the two were very close.

So hot.

This was his first feeling. Even through the clothes, he could feel the scorching heat coming from the man's body. From a medical point of view, men's body temperature is generally higher than women's, and in summer it is like a furnace. This was the first time that Song Jiu clearly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Physically, I feel hot, but at the same time, I feel an inexplicable chill.

Strange, why do I feel cold?

Maintaining this position, Song Jiu shook his body unconsciously.

"...How long are you going to hold me?"

Perhaps he had been immersed in his own world for too long. The man took the initiative to speak, bringing Song Jiu's thoughts back to reality. He finally came to his senses. The cold metallic texture coming from his thigh made him realize belatedly that he seemed to have bumped into a disabled person.

Realizing this, Song Jiu loosened his arms around the man's neck and stood up in a panic. His fingers accidentally touched a certain part, and a muffled groan came from the chest of the man sitting in the wheelchair.

Then he felt himself being pushed away by a great force.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need to go to the hospital?" After Song Jiu stood firm, he kept bending down to apologize. The light in the corridor was dim, and his face could not be seen clearly.

I waited for a long time but no one answered.

Song Jiu then stopped and looked up at the man not far in front of him.

His guess was correct, he was indeed a disabled person who had difficulty walking.

The man sat in a wheelchair with his legs resting quietly. The light from the corridor cast an arc-shaped shadow on his face. His longer bangs formed a dark area due to the effect of light, covering his eyes. Only his deep facial features were faintly visible in the dimness.

"Are...are you okay?" Song Jiu looked at the other person's blurred facial outline and asked again.

Another doubt arose in my mind.

Although the whole face was not seen, the temperament of the person opposite revealed a sense of mystery, which was hard to describe and very recognizable. Even among today's top stars, he was a very eye-catching presence and absolutely eye-catching.

Song Jiu’s age in the small world is set to be nineteen, which is the best age for him to remember things. If he had met a man with such a mysterious aura once, he would definitely have an impression of him.

However, since I moved into Unit 5, this is the first time I have seen young people other than myself.

"Are you also a resident on the fifth floor? Why haven't I seen you before?" The other person was sitting in a wheelchair and didn't speak. Song Jiu couldn't help but speak again.

The other party remained silent.

Could it be that he had knocked the man unconscious? Song Jiu was a little panicked and quickly squatted down to check on the man. The man was tall, and his height could not be hidden even when he was sitting in a wheelchair. His good figure was faintly visible under his simple casual clothes.

"You...how did you..."

Song Jiu stretched out his hand halfway to check the situation but was knocked down. The force was quite strong and he felt a burst of pain on the back of his hand. It should be red.

Covering the red back of his hand, he couldn't stop talking.

"I asked you but you didn't say anything, like a mute person. I wanted to check your injuries but you refused. If there is any problem, we should try to solve it face to face. If I really hurt you, I will pay for your medical expenses, so don't be silent. Don't come to me to settle the score and accuse me of hit-and-run."

Playing games is a brain-burning and physically demanding activity. Song Jiu was already starving, not to mention that he was still growing up. He was in a hurry to go home and cook a meal to fill his stomach, but he never expected to bump into someone at the corner.

He thought that he had a good attitude, took the initiative to care about the other party's injuries, and promised to bear the relevant medical expenses. However, the other party did not seem to appreciate it, lowered his head, and acted as if he refused to communicate.

Song Jiu suppressed his inner irritation and tried to reason with others in a gentle tone: "I didn't mean to bump into you. If you feel uncomfortable or painful anywhere, please tell me the situation, okay?"

He picked up the scattered food and put it back into the bag.

Anyone who has lived in the old town knows that the temperature in the emergency staircase is relatively low at night, and the eerie coldness falls on the skin, giving people goose bumps.

Terrified.

The two stood at the stairs facing each other, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no noise at all.

Song Jiu cleaned up the mess and looked at the face hidden in the darkness opposite him and the depressed aura lingering around him. He gradually felt a little scared and clenched the plastic bag tightly.

He lowered his head and said nothing, exuding a chilling chill...

If he hadn't felt the other person's hot body temperature just now, he would have thought he had encountered something dirty and unclean. Near the middle of the night, at the staircase of an old residential area, in a dead silent environment and a silent man, anyone who encountered this would have thought it was unlucky and cursed.

The man didn't say anything, and Song Jiu didn't dare to move while holding the plastic bag. The fear in his heart gradually increased. After waiting for a long time, so long that his hands were shaking, the other party finally spoke: "I'm fine, you can go."

Probably because he hadn't used his vocal cords for a long time, the man's voice was hoarse and rough, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time. Song Jiu's tense heart relaxed a little. As long as he was alive, it would be fine. He calmed down, and his eyes moved back and forth on the man's body for a few times, and finally fell on the other's bony hand on his knee.

A very powerful pair of hands.

I couldn't help but ask again: "You are also a resident of this floor, are you planning to go downstairs? If you need any help, I happen to be free."

The fifth floor is neither too high nor too low, but for people with mobility issues, it is difficult and time-consuming to go down to the first floor alone.

In order to avoid touching other people's sore spots, Song Jiu spoke more tactfully, trying to avoid words like legs. The man didn't seem to be willing to appreciate it, and said in silence: "...No, I can do it myself."

The wheelchairs currently on the market can automatically adjust the speed of the user, making travel more convenient, which is equivalent to a mobility scooter. However, there is currently no smart wheelchair that can go up and down stairs independently. No matter how smart it is, it still requires someone to assist in going downstairs.

The man didn't want to wait any longer, so he pressed the remote control to control the wheelchair to approach the stairs. Song Jiu quickly dropped the bag in his hand and grabbed the handles on both sides of the wheelchair: "Let me do it. Hold on tight and don't let your body slip. I'll take you down slowly."