legal cohabitation

He Peng raised his hand in dissatisfaction and hit him.

"It hurts." Lu Qian felt weak, shrank to the side, and pressed his forehead against the car glass.

He spent too much force just now, and now he is lazy, even docile, like a cat that has finally met its owner after being bullied outside.

He Peng looked at him for a while and asked, "How did you get involved with those people?"

"Take it as I think." He rolled his eyes lightly, and replied slowly, "They came here, I can't swallow this breath."

"Why are they looking for you?" He Peng asked.

"KTV drugged me before, and I got it back. I can't be angry." Lu Qian said lightly.

He Peng frowned: "Prescribe medicine? What kind of medicine?"

Lu Qian glanced at him meaningfully, deliberately lowered his voice, and said with a breath like a gossamer, "That's the kind of medicine that can make people messy."

He Peng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost slammed on the brakes. He was afraid and dissatisfied with his casual tone. He bumped into those eyes just as he was about to stare at him, and saw his playful expression.

So it was wise to decide to stand still.

"Those guys?!" He Peng raised his voice.

"Yeah, bro—" Lu Qian sat up straight and leaned over to look at him, "You don't know that men and men can do that, do you?"

It was as if the hidden thoughts in his heart had been brought out and exposed to the strong light. He Peng never hid his sexual orientation from his friends, but subconsciously he just didn't want Lu Qian to know.

Although the ancestor has grown to be as tall as him now, he still treats Lu Qian like a child.

Like the same sex, after all, it is still not widely recognized in society, not to mention that Lu Qian is expected to step on the road of an actor in the future. Under such a magnifying glass, it is even more dangerous.

So he didn't want to let Lu Qian know, for fear that it would affect him in the slightest.

It's just that I didn't expect this ancestor to be so indifferent to such a thing.

He Peng tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips: "The years when your brother lived longer than you were in vain?"

Lu Qian laughed out loud, then accidentally knocked his injured arm, and gasped.

He Peng: "They gave you medicine, then what?"

"Of course I didn't drink it, hehe, I poured it into the person who gave the medicine, and I don't know if his butt was saved." Lu Qian replied with a swish, squinting his eyes with a smirk.

He Peng slightly lowered the corners of his eyes, put away his smile after two seconds, and reprimanded like an old mother: "I told you to mess around outside! If you didn't find out, would you have thought about the consequences!?"

Lu Qian twitched the corner of his mouth and teased casually: "Then I have to be on top too."

"Don't talk nonsense." He Peng said seriously, "Don't run around in the future."

Probably because he thought about it and found that there was no such possibility at all, He Peng sighed again and said, "Forget it, tell me before you go out."

When the car drove to a street that Lu Qian was familiar with, he realized that He Peng was not turning in the direction of returning to the community.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Hospital." He Peng glanced at his arm.

"I won't go." Lu Qian was impatient, "You have a medicine box, I'll just deal with it myself."

"No, what if it gets infected?" He Peng insisted.

"Brother, don't bother me because I'm so sleepy. I've dealt with it myself countless times since I was a child. My technique is better than that of a doctor."

He Peng paused in his heart, and a sour liquid gushed out: "You handled it yourself?"

"I really don't like going to the hospital. It makes me sick to smell it, and I might see some bloody wounds."

He Peng laughed, didn't insist anymore, drove to the intersection and turned around and drove back to the community.

The medicine box in the house was not prepared by He Peng, but it was prepared as soon as he moved in. Lu Qian skillfully opened the buckle with his index finger, and walked into the bathroom with the alcohol.

Turn on the water and adjust it to a warm water temperature. Lu Qian raised his head, stretched his hand under the water, and wiped it with the other hand twice-washing off the blood.

This single step made him stunned by the pain. He supported himself on the pool platform for a while and gasped for a while before recovering. He knocked off the alcohol cap, closed his eyes tightly, and fell down while hanging on the knife wound.

The expected pain didn't happen.

The mouth of the alcohol bottle was covered by He Peng. He flicked the tendons on Lu Qian's wrist with his fingers, and his hand relaxed immediately, and the alcohol bottle fell into He Peng's hand.

"You dare to disinfect like this, I will take you to the hospital right now." He Peng said.

He pulled Lu Qian back to the living room, took out a cotton swab from the medicine box, and dipped it in alcohol.

"Sit." He Peng lifted his chin towards the sofa.

"……Oh."

He Peng squatted down in front of him, held his hand, and then carefully pressed the cotton swab on his wound, slowly twisting and rolling the cotton swab.

He was wearing a thin cashmere sweater, his washed black hair covered his forehead, and he stared at the wound with a very focused expression. After using three cotton swabs, He Peng threw them into the wastebasket and cut off another piece of gauze in an orderly manner. Glue it to his arm.

In the end, he picked out another plate of anti-inflammatory drugs, checked that they were not expired, and squeezed out two. He took a glass of warm water and put it in front of Lu Qian.

"Eat this."

Lu Qian was stunned to see his movements in one go. After taking the medicine, he asked, "Did you always fight me before? You often fight too?"

The threatening posture just now was also very professional.

He Peng turned around and didn't know what he was looking for in the cabinet, obviously he was too lazy to talk to him.

"I'm going back to my room." Being ignored, Lu Qian stood up.

"Wait a minute." He Peng called him, took out a bar of chocolate from the cabinet, and handed it over.

For a moment, Lu Qian's expression was somewhat unpredictable.

Is this his reward for obediently taking the medicine?

"..." Lu Qian pursed his lips, feeling as if he was being treated like a child.

He finally took the candy.

After taking a shower with his hands crossed with difficulty, Lu Qian sat on the bed, feeling tired like a tide, but he didn't want to go to sleep immediately, so he subconsciously took out the cigarette case.

Pausing for two seconds, he threw the cigarette case on the bedside table, tore open the chocolate and took a bite, regardless of brushing his teeth.

Still with hazelnuts.

The sweet taste lingers on the tongue and teeth, and sleepiness finally hits.

***

Since it was his right hand that was injured, he now had a legitimate reason not to do the homework.

Bao Shuyu was very concerned about his injury, he rushed into the classroom early in the morning and pinched his arm to pull him up from his seat.

"Ah!" Just being pinched on the wound, Lu Qian howled, "Old Bao, let me go!!"

"Oh!" Bao Shuyu was also startled, almost threw his hand away, and smiled coquettishly, "I thought you hurt the back of your hand, how about it, isn't it serious?"

"You pinched me badly." Lu Qian got angry, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his gauze-covered arms.

"It doesn't affect your daily life, right? If not, I'll ask a classmate to bring you lunch at noon."

"My disabled hand is not a disabled leg, so don't worry about it, Ang." He patted Bao Shuyu's shoulder lightly as he spoke.

That being said, Lu Qian thought that a mere injury to his arm would not have any impact on his life, but he didn't realize that he couldn't even use chopsticks well until lunch.

The wound seemed to be cut right where it could pull a nerve, so that his arm would throb and hurt whenever he strained.

"Fuck." Lu Qian put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

Yu Ci, who was sitting across from him, looked up at him: "How much do you eat?"

"pain."

"Hey you?"

"roll."

It was equal to the break from eating, Lu Qian took out his mobile phone, and there was a message from his mother.

-Qianqian, why did I hear He Peng said that your hand was injured?

- It's okay, a little injury.

- how did you open it

Lu Qian was taken aback and found that He Peng didn't file a complaint. Although he wouldn't be scolded if he did file a complaint, the nagging is indispensable.

-Cut the fruit and accidentally rubbed it open.

-You child, parents don't pay attention to themselves, don't always be careless.

-knew.

Lu Qian exhaled and put away the phone.