are you straight

After the concert, many people were still reluctant to leave and stayed at the venue for a while, which resulted in crowded exits when the security guards came to ask to leave.

During the period, Song Ji wiped his arm because he helped a girl who was about to fall, and the camera was tightly protected by him in his arms.

At that time, he thought it was just a touch, and it was not a big deal. When he returned to the hotel to check, he found that his elbow was scratched.

Song Ji raised his sleeves and took a look. The wound was not deep, but the area of ​​the wound was a bit large. He moved his elbow and it hurt, and he probably won't be able to move it later.

When Jiang Zhilu left the field, he didn't go with Song Ji. He came out first and waited for Song Ji outside the field. At that time, Song Ji ran to his side with an excited face, but he didn't expect to have an extra wound when he came back to check.

Song Ji raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zhilu, and found that the other party was frowning and looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. I took a disposable iodophor cotton swab when I went out this time. Fortunately, I was holding the camera at that time, otherwise the camera would be broken if it fell on the ground."

Song Ji said it with a smile, and Jiang Zhilu heard his tone sink: "Do you think you can get hurt if you bring iodophor, or is the camera more important than you?"

It's so fierce, Song Ji thought, it turns out that Jiang Zhilu's fierceness is like this.

The camera is more important, but Song Ji didn't dare to say it, because he didn't want to add fuel to the fire in front of the aggressive tiger.

"Neither of them." Song Ji admitted his mistake in a low voice, "I won't do it next time, I will immediately drop the things in my hand to protect myself."

Song Ji looked at Jiang Zhilu with sincere eyes, he didn't know if his anger had dissipated, but after he finished speaking, Jiang Zhilu found an iodophor cotton swab in his backpack.

It should be gone.

"Come here." Jiang Zhilu went into the bathroom with mineral water and iodophor.

Song Ji followed behind with his head down.

Ah, it turns out that the anger has not subsided yet.

The two stood in front of the sink, and Jiang Zhilu rolled up Song Ji's sleeves, exposing his entire arm.

Song Ji lowered his eyes and saw Jiang Zhilu who was pursing his lips seriously again. The last time was when his leg was injured, and it didn't seem long.

"I seem to get hurt a lot." Song Ji said.

"Well, so you know it too."

Song Ji: ...

Jiang Zhilu unscrewed the mineral water bottle: "I'm using mineral water to wash away the dirt on your wound, it may hurt a little."

"I will endure."

Forbearance, he couldn't help gasping as soon as he poured the water, but Jiang Zhilu didn't stop but kept rinsing.

In the past, Jiang Zhilu would stop and ask him if he was in pain.

Song Ji felt that Jiang Zhilu was really angry this time.

After finally washing away the dirt, Jiang Zhilu wiped the water off the wound, and then took out iodophor cotton swabs to disinfect the wound.

Povidone iodine is not irritating, so Song Ji didn't feel any pain this time.

As soon as the wound was treated, Song Ji ran to get his camera. Jiang Zhilu glanced at Song Ji and ignored him.

The gauze and plastic wrap that had been ordered on the errand software before arrived. Jiang Zhilu went out for a trip, and Song Jizheng was working hard without knowing that Jiang Zhilu went out and came back again.

Song Jizheng was exporting photos from the camera with one hand. Fortunately, it was his left hand that was injured, otherwise he would be inconvenient to move, and his right hand can still edit photos.

When he repaired some of the photos and sent them out, Jiang Zhilu had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Looking at the time, it turned out that it was almost 1 o'clock.

Song Ji ignored one important thing, how should he take a bath, the wound should not touch water.

He could read everything on the table at a glance, and there was nothing that could hug the wound on his arm.

In desperation, Song Ji decided to wrap his elbow with a plastic bag.

"Want to take a bath?" Jiang Zhilu asked while sitting on the bed.

Song Ji nodded and told him his troubles: "But I can't find anything..."

"Come here." Jiang Zhilu said.

It's these two words again, can't you say a little more?Song Ji thought to himself.

After walking over, Song Ji saw Jiang Zhilu take out a roll of plastic wrap and a roll of gauze from the bedside table.

"When did you buy it?" Song Ji asked.

Jiang Zhilu took the gauze apart: "When you are looking at the photos you took with all your heart."

He paused and said, "I didn't notice it when I went out, and I didn't notice it when I came back."

I don't know why Song Ji heard a hint of taste from it.

"I..." Song Ji couldn't find an excuse, so it's better not to speak at this time.

Jiang Zhilu put gauze on Song Ji's elbow wound, then wrapped it with plastic wrap, and finally taped it tightly.

"Try to take a shower as quickly as possible," Jiang Zhi said.

Song Ji: "Okay."

"Can you raise your hand?"

Song Ji didn't know why Jiang Zhilu asked this question, but he answered obediently: "Yes."

"Where's the crooked hand?"

Song Ji moved a little bit with difficulty.

Jiang Zhilu understood.

"Hands up."

Song Ji raised his hand obediently again, and then Jiang Zhilu reached out to the hem of his clothes, half of the clothes were rolled up, revealing half of his waist and abdomen. Only then did Song Ji react, and immediately stopped him with his hands.

"what?"

Jiang Zhilu didn't let go of his hand: "How can you take off your clothes if you can't bend your hands?"

"I can do it with one hand."

Well, he doesn't think so.

Song Ji thought for a second before accepting the reality, took his hand away and let Jiang Zhilu help him undress.

Because Song Ji raised his hand while sitting, Jiang Zhilu easily helped him take off his clothes while standing.

Although it is not a big deal to be naked in front of the same sex, Song Ji has a crush on the same sex in front of him, so he is still a little uncomfortable.

He took the clothes from Jiang Zhilu's hand: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait, the pants aren't..."

Song Ji interrupted before he finished speaking: "I can make my own pants..."

Jiang Zhilu's words were interrupted by Song Ji's words, but Song Ji's words were interrupted by Jiang Zhilu's actions.

Jiang Zhilu put his hands on his trouser waist, and Song Ji froze in place.

Jiang Zhilu's hands were very slender, and he pinched the buttons on the waist of his trousers with both hands. His movements were very flexible. With a twist, the buttons on Song Ji's trousers were undone.

"How do you unbutton it?"

Song Ji was so hot behind his ears that he clenched his trouser waist tightly with one hand, his Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't speak.

"Go take a shower." Jiang Zhilu looked as usual.

Song Ji was in a tense state, took a change of clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

After Song Ji calmed down in the bathroom alone, the first thing he thought of was why Jiang Zhilu was so calm. Is it common to unbutton a friend's trousers?

No, at least he hasn't tried.

After 10 minutes of thinking alone in the bathroom, Song Ji starts to take a shower.

In the room, Jiang Zhilu sat calmly on the chair, just pinching his fingertips all the time. The thumb and index finger of both hands were the fingers that Song Ji used to unbutton the buttons.

After rubbing for a while, Jiang Zhilu put his hand on his lips, as if biting his finger, and sighed.

Song Ji didn't wear the clothes he brought in after taking a shower, because he couldn't wear them by himself.

He decided to wear a bathrobe, and Song Ji untied it on his waist with difficulty.

Before going to bed, Song Ji still covered a quilt by himself, but in order not to cross the line, Song Ji put a pillow between them.

Jiang Zhilu didn't say anything when he saw him doing this.

Neither of them fell asleep after saying goodnight to each other.

The next day, Song Ji was woken up by the doorbell, and he covered his head in the quilt. It was too late last night, and Song Ji didn't fall asleep until almost two o'clock in the morning.

They renewed this room in advance, there is no check-out situation, who is not the cleaner early in the morning?

"I'll go take a look." Jiang Zhilu had been awake for an hour, half-sitting on the bed and watching the computer.

Song Ji muffled his head and replied, "Okay."

Jiang Zhilu glanced at the cat's eyes, but saw no one outside.

He opened the door, and suddenly a person jumped out from the side.

"surprise!"

Zhou You made a grimace at the people in the room, but when he saw clearly who it was, he immediately put away his expression.

"Ah Lu, why are you here? Isn't this Ah Song's room?"

Song Ji heard a familiar voice in the room, and walked out with squinted eyes: "Who is it?"

Zhou You saw that Song Ji's clothes were disheveled, no, no clothes at all, a bathrobe was hanging loosely on his body, the collar was wide open, and there were some red marks on his chest, it was almost 12 o'clock or something. It looks like he hasn't woken up.

Seeing this, no one would believe that nothing happened in this room last night.

"You came all the way to the mountain city just to open a house?!"

The author has something to say: ~ Ah Li tried to take off npy's clothes and buttons for the first time, I believe he will be very fast next time.