raging fire meets warm sun

It was the first time someone said that to her...

Cheng Enxing was very surprised, although she also admitted that she had a pretty face. ┑(￣Д￣)┍

She didn't speak, just sat quietly like this, and let Xia Fangyu smear her face with potions and cotton swabs. Perhaps it was the first time that the two of them got so close. Cheng Enxing seemed to smell the faint scent on each other. The smell of perfume should be on the hair, a bit like the light incense of the road to hell.

It was rare for this girl to be so cooperative in giving her the medicine, which saved Xia Fangyu a lot of worry, but she was a little worried and distressed to see that she had been silent all the time, and she gritted her teeth no matter what.

"Does it hurt?"

Cheng Enxing sat neatly like a log, shook his head and said coolly, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Hey, don't move around." Xia Fangyu frowned suddenly, then hurriedly grabbed a tissue on the side and raised his hand to reach Cheng Enxing's forehead again. Cheng Enxing thought she was going to do something, and hid again.

Xia Fangyu had no choice but to say, "I got the potion on my face, please wipe it off."

Cheng Enxing didn't dare to move anymore.

During this period, Xia Fangyu's hand accidentally touched Cheng Enxing's face, and her body stiffened, as if she had been electrocuted.

It's just strange, it's summer, why her hands are so cold, icy cold, as if there is no temperature at all.

"What's wrong?" Xia Fangyu asked suspiciously.

"Your hands are so cold." Cheng Enxing told the truth without hiding it.

"Really?" Xia Fangyu dubiously pressed the back of his hand to his face, "I think it's okay, I've always been like this."

Cheng Enxing shook his head again, "Shouldn't the temperature of a normal person be hot? If you touch my hand, it will be very hot."

After Cheng Enxing finished speaking, he took the initiative to put his hand on the back of Xia Fangyu's hand, covering it, and only briefly touched it for a second. Xia Fangyu immediately pulled away his hand, his expression was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and said to her , "Let's give you medicine first, and you'll be fine soon."

Cheng Enxing had no choice but to take back her hand and sit down obediently again. What she just said was right, um, yes.

All the injuries have been healed. In the end, the bridge of the nose was missing. Xia Fangyu tore open an OK and was about to stick it on the bridge of Cheng Enxing's nose, but Cheng Enxing dodged it in disgust, "Hey, what is this?"

Xia Fangyu looked at it, and answered seriously, "What's wrong with the reduced version of the Band-Aid?"

Cheng Enxing had an expression of taking it away, extremely resistant, "I don't want to post this thing, it's too ugly."

"No, it must be pasted. The wound should not touch the water for the time being, and the air will heal quickly." Xia Fangyu persuaded earnestly.

But Cheng Enxing was stubborn, he just didn't want it, and crossed his hands to express his rejection. "I never use this thing, I just let it work for myself."

"That's because no one took care of you like this before..." After Xia Fangyu said this, he didn't expect it. He paused and quickly changed his words, "You must listen to me today." After finishing speaking, he forced her to post it on on the bridge of the nose.

Cheng Enxing immediately took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera to take a picture of himself, looked left and right, and then said rather narcissistically, "Fortunately, it didn't damage my appearance too much."

"Okay." Xia Fangyu clapped his hands when he was done, packed up the medicine box, stood up and said, "Go back to your room and rest early, it's getting late."

Just as she was about to turn around, she heard Cheng Enxing's stomach growl loudly on the sofa behind her.

Cheng Enxing was about to die of embarrassment, why didn't she call at this time, she didn't know how to save face for her master.

Xia Fangyu froze for a moment, then turned her head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No." Cheng Enxing sat upright, clutching her belly, stubbornly expressing that she was not hungry, but in fact she hadn't eaten anything all afternoon.

Xia Fangyu looked disbelieving, "Are you sure? If I'm not hungry, I'll go back to my room and sleep."

"... sure." Cheng Enxing felt regretful just after finishing speaking, but she was really hungry.

Xia Fangyu is really gone... gone...

Cheng Enxing was a little anxious, and a word came out of his throat, "Hey..."

Xia Fangyu turned around with a smile, as if she had expected it a long time ago, "Cook you a bowl of noodles?"

"Can I add eggs?" Cheng Enxing asked, swallowing.

"It's okay to add two eggs." Xia Fangyu paused and said, "I'll put the medicine box first."

After Xia Fangyu left, Cheng Enxing sat alone in the living room. It seemed that it was not that difficult to say that sentence. It is important to have a full stomach at this moment. People are going to starve to death. What's the use of holding on to face? a down-to-earth guy.

Xia Fangyu went into the kitchen again, started to boil water, washed the shallots, put them on the chopping board and chopped them into granules. Cheng Enxing lay curiously at the kitchen door and watched, satisfying his curiosity without disturbing him.

"What kind of noodles are you going to do?"

"Yangchun Noodles." Xia Fangyu's back was facing her, and she was doing everything in an orderly manner. After a while, the boiling water in the pot filled with smoke, and the kitchen was like a fairyland, and the fragrance gradually permeated.

Taking advantage of the interval between cooking the noodles, Xia Fangyu turned on another stove and put a small pan on it. After the oil was hot, he poured in the eggs. With skillful techniques, two poached eggs were quickly fried, and the shape was intact without any damage.

Finally, before the noodles come out of the pot, a bowl of sauce is prepared, the fire is turned off, and the bowl of noodles is ready.

After watching the whole process, Cheng Enxing was simply amazed. He didn't expect Mr. Xia's cooking skills to be so good.

"Hey, let me come, let me come."

Seeing that the other party was about to help her take out the noodle bowl, Cheng Enxing was a little embarrassed and did nothing, and took the initiative to take the bowl.

"Be careful, it's hot." Xia Fangyu hurriedly warned.

Xia Fangyu tidied up the kitchen and cleaned the pot. When she came out, Cheng Enxing was lying alone at the table, eating noodles with great relish, feeling very relieved for a moment.

"How about it, get used to the taste."

Cheng Enxing slurred his praise while eating, "Teacher, I didn't expect you to be delicious." After finishing speaking, he realized that his sentence seemed ambiguous, so he quickly corrected it again, "I mean, you are delicious." The noodles... are delicious."

Xia Fangyu also smiled awkwardly, "Eat slowly, I'm going back to my room."

Then there was the sound of closing the door, and Cheng Enxing looked up in that direction, then came to his senses and thought, in fact, it was okay if she didn't explain just now, but once she explained it, it made people misunderstood even more, and it was all the fault of that guy Li Kexin, It's okay to talk to her about what's next.

Unconsciously, Cheng Enxing shuddered all over, and quickly buried himself in the last mouthful of noodles, got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and put them in place.

Cheng Enxing went to take a shower again, and was especially careful not to let the part where the medicine was applied get wet, so the whole process was extremely difficult and extremely long. Finally, he returned to the room in his pajamas after taking a shower. The message, pick it up and check it is from Pan Jiajia.

Cheng Enxing's remark to her is "Sloth Jia", because sometimes he is slow to do things with her, and he is cute and cute, hence the name.

Sloth Jia: En Xing, have you been to Teacher Xia's house?

Did Teacher Xia reprimand you?

Is your injury better, I am very worried about you.

Cheng Enxing pressed the voice button and replied to her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't take things to heart at your house this afternoon. I'm not that stingy and I won't mind."

After a while, the other party didn't reply, so Cheng Enxing had to lie down on the bed, but he didn't expect a voice call directly from there.

Pan Jiajia's voice came from next to her ear, "En Xing!"

"You still call me, aren't you afraid that your mother will reprimand you?"

"I had a quarrel with my mother at night, and I deliberately didn't go downstairs for dinner. I think sometimes it's not good for her to be too restrictive." Pan Jiajia paused and asked, "Then you go back at night, Teacher Xia. Didn't say anything."

"She didn't say anything, and even helped me treat the wound, which surprised me." Cheng Enxing said.

"Wow." Pan Jiajia on the other end of the phone was very surprised, "It's really hard to imagine that the strict teacher Xia will still help the students with their wounds."

The two chatted casually and then ended the call. It was time for Cheng Enxing to go to sleep, so he turned off the light, put down his phone and turned over to lie on his side.

But when she closed her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep anyway, so she turned over and lay flat facing the ceiling again, because Teacher Xia had been bothering her for a long time to give her medicine tonight, and she couldn't help thinking back to the past.

No one had ever done this to her before.

Even the parents who are closest to her.

Cheng Enxing can still recall that when she was in elementary school, she fought with someone for the first time because she couldn't bear the sight of those two stinky boys bullying Pan Jiajia alone. , and she wasn’t cowardly at all, the beating made the two boys cry. Of course, Cheng Enxing himself was killed, but she didn’t cry, because she felt that crying was a very uncool thing since she was a child.

As a result, after school that day, Cheng Enxing was reprimanded by her father from beginning to end.

"What kind of fights do girls have with each other, is it decent?"

"Look what you did."

"..."

They didn't listen to their own reasons. They wanted to help their friend Jiajia, and they didn't care what Cheng Enxing fought for. They only pursued the result. If Cheng Enxing fought, it was wrong.

That day, Cheng Enxing hid alone in the bathroom, pouring water on the wound, refusing to let anyone control her. Even though her mother later said that she would take her to the hospital for a checkup, Cheng Enxing refused.

From then on, Cheng Enxing carried all the injuries he suffered alone, and as time passed, he gradually got used to it.

She doesn't like to show weakness to anyone, and she doesn't need sympathy from others.

But she may never forget that caring and gentle words.

It was as if the soft spring breeze was blowing in my ears and said, "Such a beautiful face, it won't look good if it is stained."

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