On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

The marks left on the back of the hand were like needles, piercing Dong Yu's eyes.

His whole heart was lifted up, like hanging on the edge of a cliff, precarious.

"How did you do it?"

The aunt kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it's my fault, I didn't pay attention."

Song Xueman put her hands aside and said to her aunt, "It's okay, as long as the child is fine."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the man with a complicated expression, and said, "I'm fine, you probably have very little time to spend with your family, so spend more time with her."

Seeing that he still insisted, the man took out a business card from his wallet and said to the two, "This is my business card, thank you for saving my daughter."

Dong Yu looked at Song Xueman without blinking, with a serious face, and did not take the man's business card.

Song Xueman was injured in one hand and was holding something in the other. Seeing that Dongyu hadn't moved, she moved her injured hand to catch the business card.

Dong Yu was inexplicably irritable, and he hurriedly accepted the business card before Song Xueman raised his hand.

After the man left, Song Xueman declined the aunt's kindness, and followed Dongyu back to the bench.

Dong Yu picked up the things without raising his head and said, "Go to the hospital."

Song Xueman put the things aside, shook her head silently, and said, "There's no need to go to the hospital, it's just a little pain."

Dong Yu pursed his lips, sullen in his heart, he used to suffer from severe burns on his fingers, how could Song Xueman be "a little hurt" when he was injured like that?

Song Xueman knew that he was unhappy, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'll be home soon, there is a medical kit at home."

Dong Yu turned his face aside, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not worried."

The voice suddenly disappeared, Dong Yu turned his head back, and saw Song Xueman looking straight at him, his eyes were broken, his expression was depressed, as if he was hurt by it.

Dong Yu felt uncomfortable, squatted down, his eyes touched his hands on his knees, he couldn't help trembling, he moved closer, took a breath, and said in a soft voice: "Be patient, go home first .”

Breathing on the scar, Song Xueman's fingertips trembled slightly, she bent her five fingers unconsciously, and gave a very low "hmm".

Back home, Dong Yu took out the medical kit and let Song Xueman sit on the sofa. After busying himself for a while, seeing the back of Song Xueman's hand, he was a little helpless.

Song Xueman seemed to like watching Dongyu worrying about himself. He looked at Dongyu's face as if admiring a beautiful painting, not caring about the pain on the back of his hand at all.

"Don't worry, think slowly." Song Xueman comforted.

Dong Yu's face collapsed, "Are you sick? Your hands are blistered, should I prick them with a needle first?"

Song Xueman bent down and smiled like a fox, "Do as I say?"

Dong Yu has no doubts about this: "Okay."

"Sterilize the needle."

"Okay." After Dong Yu followed suit, he asked, "And then?"

"Pop the blisters."

"Oh." Dong Yu lowered his head, twisted the needle, and brought the needle close to the swollen blister on the back of Song Xueman's hand. The closer it was to his hand, the more trembling it was.

You don't need to think about how painful it is. I really don't know if Song Xueman feels pain, but he can still laugh at this moment.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain."

A little sweat broke out on Dong Yu's forehead, "Shut up."

He picked the needle into the blister, wrinkled his face involuntarily, and took out two tissues to wipe off the blood.

"It hurts, help me blow."

Dong Yu blew on his wound, raised his head and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Xueman said warmly.

"Then disinfect."

Dong Yu poured alcohol into the bottle cap, dipped it into a cotton swab, and gently wiped the wound.

"Apply it with the yellow tube of ointment."

Dong Yu did as he did.

"Just wrap it in gauze."

Finally finished the last step, Dong Yu was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

"Thank you." Song Xueman smiled.

Dong Yu shook his head, put the things back into the medical box, and was accidentally pricked when he picked up the needle, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Why are you so careless?" Song Xueman grabbed his hand, her lips tightened, and her tone was reproachful.

Dong Yu suddenly laughed angrily, "How dare you talk about me?"

Song Xueman pursed her lips tightly, without saying a word, her breath was low.

His reaction was a bit strange, Dong Yu had a whim, and stretched out his bloody finger to his mouth, and said, "Blow it on."

Song Xueman raised his eyelids and glanced at him, held Dongyu's wrist with one hand, and brought his lips closer, Dongyu panicked instead, and said with erratic eyes: "Don't, I'm joking with you—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt his fingertips being wrapped in warmth.

Dong Yu's eyes widened in shock, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but Song Xueman held his wrist tightly and refused to let go.

Dong Yu's face was steaming, and he said helplessly, "What are you doing? I'm fine, let go!"

Not long after, Song Xueman let go of Dongyu, and Dongyu quickly poured him a glass of water, urging him, "Quick, rinse your mouth!"

Song Xueman couldn't help but said, "Your blood is poisonous?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Song Xueman took the water glass and rinsed his mouth twice.

Dong Yu put the medical kit and needles back far away, then put the vegetables in the refrigerator, and said to Song Xueman, "Stop cooking, order takeaway."

Song Xueman responded, "I bought some wine at the supermarket, and I'll drink it later."

"Why buy wine?"

The other end was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to drink."

Dong Yu's movements paused for a moment, and he remembered what Lu Cang said, don't drink alone with Song Xueman?Why?

Dongyu ordered takeaway, ready to play two games.

Song Xueman said: "I'll play with you."

"Your hands are like this, don't play."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter."

After opening the game, the two of them entered the character selection page. After winning against Song Xueman last time, Dong Yu had never touched this game, and he was worried that he would lose to Song Xueman again.

The good news is that after several rounds, Dongyu just beat Song Xueman in every round.

"I won!" Dongyu said happily.

Song Xueman beside him smiled faintly, "You are very powerful."

Dong Yu turned his head to look at him. Song Xueman's left hand was wrapped in gauze, and his movements were very small, which might hurt a lot.

Dong Yu lowered his eyes and said silently, "One more round."

"Okay." Song Xueman didn't have any objections.

The game progressed smoothly. At the last moment, Dong Yu's hand "shaked", and his skills were placed in the wrong place. Song Xueman hit back and emptied the blood bar.

Dong Yu put down the handle and sighed, "It's a pity, it's almost there."

Song Xueman stared blankly at the TV screen, her hand holding the handle trembled inadvertently, her eyes were like flying mosquitoes jumping over the water for a short time, causing slight ripples.

Deliberately lose to yourself?

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door, and Dong Yu got up to open it.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

"Thank you."

When Dong Yu came back with the things, he saw Song Xueman holding the handle in a daze, so he asked, "What's wrong? Your hand hurts?"

Song Xueman came back to his senses, shook his head, "No."

"Oh. My order is lighter, you can eat more."

"it is good."

Song Xueman put down the handle, opened two bottles of beer with a corkscrew, put one bottle in front of Dongyu, and said, "Drink some."

Dong Yu paused for a moment, and wanted to refuse at first, but then he nodded and said, "Stop drinking."

Song Xueman said: "It's okay, I'll drink a little."

During the meal, Dong Yu took two sips of wine. He knew where his bottom line was, so he stayed on the verge of not getting drunk.

After being reminded by Lu Cang, Dong Yu was a little curious about what would happen to him when he was drunk.

After eating, he lay down on the sofa dizzy. Although he felt dizzy, his head was still clear.

Song Xueman walked around, draped a thin blanket over Dong Yu's body, and then went to clean up the mess on the table.

Dong Yu quietly opened his eyes, and saw Song Xueman standing in front of where he had been sitting, picking up the wine bottle and looking at it for two seconds.

Dong Yu's heart pounded, thinking that he hadn't had a few sips at all, Song Xueman wouldn't have guessed that he was pretending to be drunk, right?

Just thinking like this, Song Xueman suddenly turned his head and looked over, Dong Yu immediately closed his eyes, his heart beating like thunder.

A few seconds later, Song Xueman put down the wine bottle and continued to pack things.

Dong Yu heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he was thinking too much, and he always downed a glass of wine. Song Xueman knew it all, but he definitely didn't know Dong Yu's specific drinking capacity.

Song Xueman worked in the kitchen for a while, and Dongyu began to feel drowsy. He thought that Lu Cang was just thinking too much and talking nonsense, which made him waste so much time, so he might as well wash up and go to bed early.

Just thinking about it, a footstep gradually approached him, and soon stopped in front of the sofa.

——Song Xueman approached.

Dong Yu heard his breathing become a little deeper, and then leaned over to himself, with cold fingertips hanging on Dong Yu's forehead, and paused for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he chuckled lightly and said, "Who taught you badly?"

What's the meaning?What is broken?

Dong Yu couldn't understand what he meant.

Song Xueman passed through the back of his neck with one hand, supported his legs with the other, and picked Dong Yu up from the sofa.

The momentary sense of weightlessness made Dongyu almost open his eyes revealing his true colors.

He calmed down and realized that Song Xueman's injured left hand was resting on the back of his head. Dongyu grumbled, turning over as if in a deep sleep, casually put his hands on Song Xueman's shoulders, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed against Song Xueman's chest .

A laugh came from above his head, his chest trembled, and Dong Yu's ears felt a little hot.

Song Xueman carried him back to the room, went to the bathroom to get half a basin of hot water, and washed Dong Yu.

Dong Yu wanted to open his eyes several times to confess, but felt that it was embarrassing to confess now, so after hesitating for a while, Song Xueman had already finished washing him.

Hearing his footsteps walking away, Dongyu breathed a sigh of relief, and finally left.

Not long after, Song Xueman came back again.

He sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, and began to help Dongyu undress.

When taking off the first coat, Dongyu didn't respond.

Song Xueman took off his shirt, and immediately went to untie his belt. Dongyu's lower limbs subconsciously moved, and Song Xueman said, "Take it off and go to bed."

Dong Yu scolded others in his heart, and he blamed Lu Cang for his talkativeness, but now it's a good thing, he didn't open his eyes, and it didn't matter if he didn't open his eyes.

"Be good, just take it off."

Dong Yu frowned, gritted his teeth, and held back.

Song Xueman took off his trousers, tucked up the quilt for him, swept his fingers twice on his forehead, then bent down, and pressed a light kiss on Dong Yu's forehead.

"Good night, you will dream of me tonight, do you know?" He whispered in Dong Yu's ear, finally let out a laugh, got up and left the room.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Dong Yu suddenly sat up from the bed.

Holding his hot cheeks in both hands, he took out his cell phone from his coat by the light from the window.

Click into WeChat, find Lu Cang's dialog box, and edit a message:

"Don't judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!!"