handicapped god, 666

In the end, the two still microwaved the rice balls and ate them.

While eating the late dinner, Han Lin looked at Ding Yang and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ding Yang was stunned for a while, lowered his eyes, let down his hand holding the rice ball, and landed on the table, without speaking for a long while.

Han Lin stared at Ding Yang with dark eyes. After a while, he sighed, "Is your hand really hurt?"

He didn't ask much before, just because he didn't want to embarrass Ding Yang, but now it seems that Ding Yang's hand injury is strange.

Ding Yang's drooping eyelids trembled slightly, and his fan-like eyelashes formed shadows under his eyes, as they trembled, as if brushing against the big lenses.

Knowing that his actions at that time in the afternoon would definitely attract suspicion, Ding Yang pursed his lips slightly, and when Han Lin was about to tell Ding Yang not to respond to him, he said, "Yes."

It was just one word, but it sounded like he said it through gritted teeth. Han Lin was taken aback, and looked straight at Ding Yang. He knew that since Ding Yang had answered, he would not just say this one word.

Sure enough, Ding Yang continued: "I was injured, but I'm fine."

So in fact, his injury has long been fine.

Although Han Lin had some guesses, he was still surprised when he heard it, but he didn't suspect that Ding Yang's pain was a fake. Now that the injury has healed, the pain is still there. Ding Yang's pain is due to psychological factors? !

As soon as he realized this, Han Lin couldn't help but startled for a while, but what was replaced immediately was full of distress.

How much psychological damage would it take for Ding Yang to still feel pain after his hand injury healed?He couldn't forget the appearance of Ding Yang he saw when he entered the door just now, suffering pain as painful as his bone marrow.

He pursed his lips tightly, took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "What happened?"

But this time Ding Yang lowered his head and stuffed the rice ball into his mouth.

Han Lin knew that Ding Yang didn't want to answer, but he didn't necessarily want an answer. He just thought that since it was a psychological injury, it might be better to say it.

Seeing that Ding Yang didn't want to talk, he lowered his eyes and simply changed the subject, "Why are you afraid of me?"

So far, how could Han Lin have not noticed that Ding Yang flinches in front of him, and often does not dare to make eye contact, but Ding Yang is not like this at all in front of other people, which means that Ding Yang is the only one who is afraid of him. That's all.

And this is puzzling.

Because Ding Yang has been like this since the first time we met, and he still seldom meets his eyes until now.

Unexpectedly, Han Lin would ask this question. After chewing, Ding Yang's originally indifferent expression moved slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of, which made people feel a little...aggrieved?

Han Lin was taken aback, blinked a few times, and then he was sure that he was right. Ding Yang's face was really wronged, and even his mouth was slightly pursed, which made him a little confused.

Putting his hand back on the table, Ding Yang moved his mouth. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he slapped his eyelashes, and even said in a slightly wronged tone, "Sorry..."

Han Lin looked at Ding Yang without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

"It's not the senior's problem, it's mine." Because of this topic, Ding Yang couldn't help thinking back to the past. For a while, his stomach, which was originally hungry, lost his appetite in an instant, and even the half of the rice ball left I can't eat enough.

He sighed, and explained in a quiet tone: "I have an uncle with a serious personality. When we were young, because of some problems at home, my sister and I were sent to live with my uncle for a month..." Ding Yang hesitated for a while, not wanting to Speaking of the only shadow of his "brilliant" childhood with Ding Xiao, goose bumps popped up all over his body just thinking about him. Our uncle is the type of person..."

To say that they are not very good at coping is still an understatement. If you really want to say it, it is like a primary school student meeting a teacher. You will feel scared subconsciously. I can stand up straight, but if it is serious, my feet may shake.

Hearing this, Han Lin felt a little embarrassed. He didn't expect it to be like this. He had reflected on whether he was too serious and spoke too coldly, but it turned out that... He suddenly wanted to touch his forehead.

But, what happened to these two brothers and sisters? Why are they still afraid of this type of people?

Han Lin didn't think about the abuse or harm at all. After all, the kind of fear reflected is completely different. Ding Yang's fear is more like the type of awe.

It was probably being ruthlessly controlled.Han Lin thought.

After eating the rice balls, both of them felt tired, but this time sleeping became a problem.

"I'll just sleep on the sofa." Han Lin said.

Ding Yang frowned, looked at Han Lin's sofa where part of his body was hanging in the air no matter how small he shrunk himself, and objected: "The sofa is too small, the senior will sleep uncomfortable, I sleep just fine, so the senior goes to sleep on my bed."

Ding Yang's apartment is relatively small. After all, he is the only one living in it. However, there are three rooms, one bedroom, one he used to store sundries, and the remaining room was originally intended to be a guest room and reserved for Ding Xiao, but because he went abroad, Ding Yang didn't clean up all the time, he didn't even have a mattress, so he couldn't sleep at all.

It's also because Ding Yang doesn't really want to get in touch with people now, so he feels that it is impossible for him to bring other people to live at home, so he has never considered this matter. He didn't expect that he would be in trouble before even half a year.

Han Lin also frowned, with disapproval all over his face, and he reminded Ding Yang of an obvious thing, "This is your home." How could he be a guest and snatch the master's bed.

It’s just that these words still can’t convince Ding Yang, he continued: “So the senior sleeps on the bed.” How can a host wrong a guest?

There was a stalemate between the two for a while, and neither of them would give in to the other. In the end, Ding Yang was too lazy to entangle this matter in the middle of the night, so he decided directly: "Then let's sleep in bed together."

As soon as he said this, it was a good idea, and he regretted thinking of it too late.

Although he didn't bother to take care of this apartment at all, and the furniture was light and simple, but there was only one thing that he paid more attention to, and that was his bed.

Although he is not tall, he probably lived in a dormitory when he was a professional player. Tianyu was not a big team at that time, and the funds were insufficient. Players could only squeeze into a room with a few people, and they slept in small single beds. Ding Yang could bear it at the time, but after retiring, he lived alone. He didn’t want to wrong him any more, so he bought a KINGSIZE big bed, which can sleep three or four people, so sleeping only two people is not considered at all. What!

Because of his annoyance, Ding Yang didn't realize for a moment that after he said "sleep together", the person opposite him froze immediately.