Fake is true

Yan Fangsheng didn't pretend to be drunk, and sat up with his arms propped up. His eyelids were half drooping, and he looked listless.

"Would it be tighter?" Mu Zhou was still kneeling at the end of the bed with earnest eyes.

"Well, myself..." Yan Fang rubbed his temples silently, but Mu Zhou moved quickly, picking up the bandage and removing it from the tail to the head.

Yan Fang's unspoken words disappeared between his lips.

"What now?" Mu Zhou tangled his head.

"A little tighter."

Mu Zhou frowned slightly.

He thought he had mastered the strength, if the wrapping was too tight, the redness and swelling would definitely hurt.

"If you don't wrap it tightly, it will swell," Yan Fang said, "The prosthesis won't fit in."

After explaining the consequences, Mu Zhou didn't dare to be kind, so he unwrapped the place that had just been wrapped.

"Brother, do you need to apply medicine here?"

Where the bandage was exposed, the redness and swelling were very conspicuous.

"Need not."

The nerves paralyzed by alcohol made Yan Fangsheng have no desire to move, and even when Mu Zhou gestured back and forth to his bare leg with a bandage, he couldn't think of driving him away.

Facing Mu Zhou's sincerely focused face, Yan Fangsheng couldn't tell how he felt.

His fingers brushed his cheeks calmly, and Yan Fangsheng felt that the word forbearance would really eat away at one's bottom line.

He shouldn't be greedy and sleepy by closing his eyes and pretending to be drunk.

So much so that she couldn't move rashly after she noticed Mu Zhou's kiss.

Thoughts were still clear after drunk, Yan Fangsheng recalled all kinds of past events, and searched everywhere for when Mu Zhou had thoughts about him.

But after thinking deeply, Yan Fangsheng discovered that Mu Zhou really wouldn't hide it, but Yan Fangsheng didn't think about it at all, so he ignored his conspicuous affection.

Yan Fangsheng didn't want to break through Mu Zhou's sneaky tricks, nor did he want to cause embarrassment, so he let him manipulate him, trying to find a suitable time to wake up.

This pondering has been pondered up to now.

The moment Yan Fang called to stop Mu Zhou, he actually regretted it. In terms of the most suitable timing, it would be better to wait until Mu Zhou has settled everything and go out.

But the regret only lasted for a moment, Yan Fangsheng pulled the air conditioner and covered it between his legs, Mu Zhou noticed his movements, and lowered his head unnaturally, as if immersed in the work at hand.

Yan Fangsheng didn't respond to the newly wrapped bandages, and Mu Zhou guessed that they should be tied correctly.

The white bandage was wrapped all the way up to the thigh, and Mu Zhou tied a knot at the top. He wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his face, and let out a foul breath.

"Okay." Mu Zhou raised his head slightly, and grinned at Yan Fangsheng.

The teeth are very white, and there is a very shallow dimple on one side of the face when he smiles.

Yan Fangsheng nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Mu Zhou propped himself up on the bed, put on his shoes and straightened his jacket.

"Do you need me to do anything else?"

Standing under the lamp, he looked tall and straight as a young man.

"Need not."

"Ah, then I'll go up?" Mu Zhou pointed at the door.

"Okay." Yan Fang said softly.

Before Mu Zhou left, he cleaned up the water basin beside the bed, and the sound of water in the bathroom was everywhere, and Yan Fangsheng recalled Mu Zhou's bowed head.

Should he be allowed to continue?

Yan Fangsheng has never been good at dealing with feelings, no matter what kind of feelings they are.

Most importantly, Mu Zhou is only a sophomore in high school.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the light was turned off, and Mu Zhou stepped out.

"you…"

"elder brother…"

The two spoke at the same time.

"What?" Yan Fang stopped talking.

"I forgot to mention just now," Mu Zhou made a lot of small movements when he was nervous, he raised his hand and touched his ears, and said, "The school arranged for us to go to a training camp. The training camp is far away, so we have to live on campus."

"Back on the weekend?"

"Well, come back once a week."

"Have you paid for the training camp?"

Yan Fangsheng also passed the art test, so he was very clear about the process.

"Pay it." Mu Zhou whispered, "I have money in my hand."

His parents left him a rich legacy.

"En." Yan Fangsheng sat up completely, leaning on the soft pillow that Mu Zhou had padded for him.

"How long?"

"Sunday."

"the day after tomorrow?"

"Ah."

Before the annual leave is completely out, the school is in a hurry to ask for someone.

Mu Zhou was not very happy.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

"Ah?" Mu Yixi condensed his thoughts again, "I'll take a taxi by myself, it's quite a distance."

In his heart, Mu Zhou really regarded Yan Fangsheng as a bird, the most precious kind.

Driving back and forth for two hours is tiring.

"Go to sleep." Yan Fangsheng didn't talk to him.

When Mu Zhou heard this, Yan Fangsheng had already made a decision for him.

He nodded and was about to leave when he remembered something and turned around and asked, "Brother, what did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing."

Moving from home to school and coming back once a week, the little affection of the young people will probably fade away soon.

Nothing kills emotions more than distance.

Yan Fangsheng felt that he didn't need to do anything more.