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Xia Qijing raised the fruit knife: "Did you see this knife?"

Shiyu nodded.

Xia Qijing: "What's on the knife?"

Shi Yu: "A white print in the shape of a four-leaf clover, and, um, apple juice."

"Very good," Xia Qijing said, "Now, immediately, immediately, take back your words, or this white flower will be stuck in your nostrils in three seconds."

Shi Yu: "Ah, did I say something wrong?"

Xia Qijing: "Warm your sister's bed! What do you think I am?"

"Can't you say that," Shi Yu was confused, "I mean, when my pheromone riots, my whole body will become very cold. Didn't you say that I can ask you for help when I have difficulties? Then I can ask you for help at this time." Do you? I may not be able to handle it by myself."

Xia Qijing: "..."

Shi Yu looked at him: "Ah, otherwise, what do you think it means?"

Xia Qijing: "...nothing."

Despite trying to suppress the news, news of Shi Yu's injury and hospitalization spread throughout the school within a few hours.

After seven o'clock, the students had finished their dinner and flocked to the hospital to visit Shiyu.

Sometimes there are classmates and buddies of Yuyu, there are professors and counselors, and most of them are his admirers and suitors.

Afraid of attracting attention, Xia Qijing hid out when there were many people, and ran to the nurses' station to find the nurses to line up.

The battery of the mobile phone was almost dead, and almost everyone was wiped out by the nurse before slipping back to the ward.

When I walked in, I almost thought I had made a mistake.

The ward is full of flower bouquets and fruit baskets, as well as beautifully packaged bento boxes, gift boxes, and steaming hot soup. The piles are as high as one person, almost like a small gift shop.

Xia Qijing salivated with envy: "If this is sold out, it will cost at least [-] to [-]."

Shi Yu had a normal expression on his face, with a little helplessness between his brows, as if he was worried about what to do with this pile of gifts.

Xia Qijing was mentally unbalanced again.

md, it's great to be a handsome guy.

He also really wants to be a 1.8-meter-eight handsome guy who is so popular that people give him fat beef rice every day.

He looked around, and suddenly saw a perfect box with a familiar name written on it.

"Ah, it's Mi Yan," he handed the Shengqiao box to Shi Yu, "The president came here just now?"

Shi Yu: "Well, there was supposed to be a performance next week, but now it seems that I have no choice but to quit."

Shi Yu's tone was very calm, as if he was just describing an unremarkable matter.

However, Xia Qijing suddenly felt guilty: "I'm sorry..."

It must be a pity that Shi Yu likes hip-hop and club activities so much.

Shi Yu: "It's not your fault, there's no need to apologize."

That being said, it is impossible for Xia Qijing not to feel guilty at all.

So he became more active in helping Shi Yu run up and down, in and out, and took the initiative to help him pack the presents and send them home; he cleaned up the ward so that the sister nurse would not come in later and get angry.

By the time everything was sorted out, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Xia Qijing sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, sweating profusely, and poured boiled water.

"Thank you." Shi Yu handed him the tissue and looked at him without blinking. "Are you tired, do you want to sleep?"

Xia Qijing: "Well, I'll take a bath."

There are showers in the hospital.

When Xia Qijing came back from the shower, he was a little surprised to see that Shiyu was still in the same posture as when he went out just now: "Don't you want to sleep, or do you want to watch a documentary?"

"Well, I want to sleep," Shi Yu seemed a little embarrassed, and turned his face slightly, "but... I haven't taken a shower yet."

Xia Qijing: "Ah..."

How could he forget this.

Shiyu’s horrible cleanliness obsession, he had to dust his clothes and dust three times after returning home every day, and even picked up a little bit of bread crumbs on the ground and threw them away with paper towels, how could he endure not taking a shower before going to bed.

However, with his current physical condition, it would be difficult to lift his arms. Where can he take a shower.

Xia Qijing: "Are you going to leave? Compared with keeping clean, recovering as soon as possible is more important. When you can move your arms, you can wash for as long as you want, and where you want to wash."

Shi Yu fell silent.

His eyes drooped slightly, and the bangs on his forehead also drooped, covering his beautiful and clear eyes.

Like a big, aggrieved dog soaked in heavy rain.

Xia Qijing disliked his appearance the most.

People say that there are two unbearable things in the world, the general is old and the beauty is old.

Xia Qijing thought there was one more.

Shiyu sold out badly.

He suspected that Shi Yu knew this, so he used this trick to deal with him several times.

It has been tried and tested, and it has been tested repeatedly.

Xia Qijing: "...Forget it, let me wipe your body for you."

He closed the door and brought a basin of warm water with white towels soaked in it.

After thinking about it, I drew the curtains.

It wasn't that he was careless, he was really not sure if Shiyu's group of horrific fans would climb up the water pipe in the middle of the night and stage a live-action Mission: Impossible.

When I drew the curtains, I faintly felt that there seemed to be something strange.

After thinking for a long time, I found out the taste.

Why is it a bit like... cheating.

This is how celebrity gossip seems to be written in the entertainment news. A certain male star secretly went to a certain female star’s house to spend the night.

So later, celebrities seem to like to buy huge and heavy blackout curtains.

But it is said that the thick curtains are no longer effective. I thought it was said that the paparazzi will use infrared detectors, and they can see clearly how many people are in the room regardless of their posture...

Xia Qijing was thinking wildly, when Shi Yu suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Qijing came back to his senses, and quickly responded, "It's all right."

Shaking his head, he drove away the messy thoughts, and then returned to the hospital bed.

Shi Yu sat on the hospital bed and looked at him quietly.

Xia Qijing was inexplicably a little nervous.

He sat down on the chair beside the bed, squeezed the water out of the towel, then turned to face Shi Yu: "You...well, start from the front of your body first?"

Shi Yu responded, slightly propped up his body, trying to unbutton his chest.

However, the only movable left hand is also holding a layer of gauze, which makes it difficult to move, even stretching fingers.

Xia Qijing hurriedly said: "Forget it, don't move, I'll do it."

Shi Yu put down his hand obediently, leaned against the head of the bed again, and watched his movements quietly.

Xia Qijing swallowed, and carefully unbuttoned Shiyu's hospital gown.

Shi Yu's body was quickly revealed.

It is a strong, well-proportioned body.

His skin is fairer than that of ordinary boys, but it is not pale, nor is it the sickly white of Bai Zhanji, but more off-white, a healthy color.

There are no moles or spots on the skin, and the hair is not very thick, and there is no scary black chest hair like many alphas who play basketball.

Have to say, very seductive.

The kind of perfect body that could go into a museum and stand up to admire.

……

However, although it is eye-catching, Xia Qijing has no idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity.

He has suffered enough from this body, and he feels sympathy when he gets close to it.

So I just want to finish the task quickly, and then go to bed separately.

Adhering to the concept of "quick battle and quick decision", he fixed his eyes on the wall behind Shiyu and quickly wiped the front of his body.

Then I wanted to wipe my back quickly, and fell asleep quickly after wiping.

Shi Yu became dissatisfied: "I didn't wipe it clean."

Xia Qijing: "Huh?"

Shi Yu repeated again: "The abdomen and the right side were just rubbed once, and they were not wiped clean."

Xia Qijing: "..."

Why exactly.Even at times like this, OCD attacks.

Xia Qijing tried to reason with him: "It's not that I'm not serious about rubbing for you. You have too many wounds on your body now. In some places, the wounds can't be seen from the outside. That's because the wounds are inside and the rubbing is too large. It will also affect the wound."

Shi Yu said stubbornly: "That's my business too, and I won't blame you."

But when Xia Qijing did what he said and wiped it with a little bit of strength, Shi Yu protested again: "The strength was too far, and it stabbed my rib."

Xia Qi's whale head grew bigger: "Brother, you said you want me to be stronger, but now I feel pain again? And what does it mean to lose strength, you are acting like a martial artist."

Shi Yu's obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness attack together, like an unreasonable child: "Then what do you say, anyway, I must clean it up tonight."

Xia Qijing couldn't bear it anymore: "You can direct me, then you let me wipe whatever I want, and if you want to be stronger, call for stronger strength. Does this suit you?"

He was just complaining at first, but Shi Yu nodded, "Yes."

Xia Qijing: "?"

He picked up the towel and attached it as Shi Yu ordered.

Shi Yu: "Put the towel in the middle, um, up, up, down, down, so stop."

The place where the towel arrived was Shiyu's back.

Passing through the neckline of the hospital gown, Xia Qijing had to stand up, lean forward, and almost lift up his right arm, bending his forearm downward because the span was too large and Shiyu couldn't move , Stretched the towel in.

In this way, Xia Qijing almost leaned his head on his shoulder and pressed against his arms.

Shi Yu: "Well, that's right there."

Feeling the stiffness of the body in his arms, he added: "I sweated a lot during the day, and it was dirty."