give me a hug

Liang Suinian didn't see anyone, and was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call, when a figure on the balcony flickered, and Xie Jiaran stood there alone, with wet hair on his head, "I'm here."

Liang Suinian glanced at his knee injury for the first time, hissed, and frowned fiercely: "Have you taken a bath?"

Xie Jiaran didn't have time to nod, the other party had already strode up to him, squatting down to examine his wound carefully.

Not bad, very fresh, no tendency to scarring at all, and because of a hot bath just now, the color is more bright red.

Liang Suinian looked up at Xie Jiaran, and Xie Jiaran was also looking at him with his head down, his eyes were clean and innocent.

"..."

Liang Suinian suddenly had a mood that was very similar to that of a crying old father.

Taking a deep breath: "Where's the medicine?"

Xie Jiaran pointed to the table.

Liang Sunian turned to get the medicine, Xie Jiaran paused for a few seconds, then slowly walked over, just standing still, was picked up by Liang Sunian who turned around like a child and sat on the table.

He was a lot shorter again, Xie Jiaran had to raise his head to see him.

Holding a white towel in her hand, her wet hair was lying on her forehead, her small face was pale, and she just stared at him intently, like a fragile porcelain doll, her face was cold, but even her eyebrows and eyes were cute.

Liang Suinian managed to dissipate any anger he had built up towards him.

He sighed helplessly.

He was fierce and reluctant to be fierce, so he could only resign himself to his fate, took the handkerchief and began to wipe his hair: "Xie Jiaran, are you stupid? It is common sense that new wounds should not touch water. If it touches it, you won't know it hurts?"

"I know it hurts." Xie Jiaran lowered her head and handed it to him obediently: "But it's dirty if I don't wash it, I don't feel well."

"What's dirty? You're cleaner than anyone else even if you don't take a shower for a month."

Liang Sunian was so tired that he found out that it is not necessarily a good thing for children to be too clean.

Putting down the towel, opened the stool and sat down in front of Xie Jiaran, let him step on his injured foot on his leg, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and easily held the boy's thin ankle with one palm, concentrating on helping him apply the medicine.

As soon as the potion touched the wound, there was a stabbing pain, Xie Jiaran let out a soft hum from the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously wanted to shrink his legs, but Liang Suinian stopped him in time.

The hand went up to hold his calf, and the strength increased, and it was easy to restrain him from hiding, and the ending sound rose: "Someone knows the pain now? How could you be so patient when you just took a shower?"

Xie Jiaran had no way to refute, she pursed her lips and did not speak.

Liang Sunian originally wanted to say something, but he raised his eyelids and glanced at his reddish eyes, and his heart softened immediately.

I can't say what I want to take the opportunity to educate, I can only coax me: "Okay, okay, it's okay, it won't hurt after a while, I'll take it easy, don't be afraid."

Re-stained the potion and carefully applied it to the surface of the wound.

At the beginning of the stinging pain, before Xie Jiaran could frown, a burst of coolness blew by, and the pain dropped from six points to three points.

While applying the medicine, Liang Sunian gently blew on the wound for him, concentrating on it, making his hand light and light, for fear of hurting him.

Xie Jiaran had a panoramic view of his lowered head from the angle of looking down.

The long eyelashes are lowered, the eyebrows are deep, the high nose seems to be unable to stand up to the light, the narrow and beautiful double eyelids extend to the end of the eyes, and there is a careless tenderness at the end.

This person is really, even the strands of hair make him like it so much.

Liang Suinian's nerves tensed up, he had never been so nervous before taking medicine for himself.

He changed another cotton swab, and the wrist supporting his calf was suddenly gently grasped. He raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, does it still hurt?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head and whispered, "Your shoulders are sore."

Liang Suinian's expression sneered, he was really helpless and funny: "Okay, then I'll hurry up."

Before his eyes fell back to the wound, he froze somewhere.

Only then did he realize that Xie Jiaran was not wearing pants.

A pair of thin and long legs protruding from the hem of the clothes, one was hanging casually by the table, the other was bent and stepped on his thigh.

Her legs are straight, her feet are thin and thin, her skin is cold and white, and she has an indescribably fragile beauty.

Liang Suinian's eyes flickered a few times, and suddenly he felt a little hot where his palm was touching.

"Did you forget to bring your clothes into the bathroom again?"

After two seconds, he withdrew his eyes and focused on applying the medicine, with a casual tone.

"No." Xie Jiaran said, "I was afraid that the fabric would scratch the wound, so I didn't wear it."

Liang Suinian: "Did the doctor mention bandaging?"

Xie Jiaran: "No, it is not necessary to say that this level is not necessary, and the wound will heal faster if it is allowed to breathe."

He sat on the table with his back bent, one hand resting on his lap, and the other supporting Liang Suinian's wrist.

The distance between the two was drawn closer, and as soon as he spoke, Qingling's soft voice hit Liang Sunian's eardrums at the fastest speed.

As if holding the undissipated heat, brushing over thousands of soft hairs in the ears.

Liang Suinian's hand trembled indistinctly, the cotton swab swept across the wound, Xie Jiaran took a quick breath, his fingers tightened reflexively, and the fingertips holding his thigh sank into the skin.

Liang Suinian only saw it from the corner of his eye, a strange emotion quickly filled his chest, and he suddenly felt that his throat was inexplicably dry.

He hurriedly closed his eyes to dispel this strange emotion, quickly cut off his peripheral vision and focused on finishing the medicine, threw away the cotton swab and blew it, and said relaxedly: "Okay, it shouldn't hurt now, right?"

As soon as he raised his head, he met Xie Jiaran's eyes impartially.

He didn't know when the distance was drawn so close, so close that he could count the other's eyelashes, he saw the soft moisture in Xie Jiaran's eyes, and his dark and clear pupils were full of his reflection.

Lost speech.

Watching Xie Jiaran approach silently with trembling eyelashes until his forehead touched his, exchanging each other's temperature.

"elder brother."

Xie Jiaran's voice was low and soft, with an inexplicable taste hidden in it, "Thank you."

He always called him Liang Suinian by first name and surname, and this "brother" directly caused his brain to shut down for a moment.

Only Xiao Chi and Li Tang would call him Brother Liang by this name when they asked him for help.

He originally thought that he could call it whatever he wanted, left and right were just the same name, there was no difference.

But Xie Jiaran broke his thoughts with just one word.

It seems to be different from the feeling when Xiao Chi and Li Tang called him that.

No, he felt differently from all the people who called him that, including the three-year-old neighbor next door to his little sister.

This was the first time that he clearly felt Xie Jiaran's almost complete trust and dependence on him.

I can't tell what it is, as if something has been gently drawn from the tip of the heart, it is light and fluffy, and it is as soft and numb as a plant sprouting and breaking the ground.

The tips of the ears are slightly hot.

Xie Jiaran's breathing became quiet and slow, he silently counted to the fifth, retreated slightly, and found his own voice: "You're welcome."

He put his palm on the boy's soft hair and rubbed it, and learned a new address from Xie Jiaran, with a low and brisk tail: "Of course."

That night, Liang Suinian had a very unreasonable dream.

In the dream, it was still a sunny afternoon, he was still in the dormitory where only he and Xie Jiaran were, and he was still carefully administering the medicine for him.

The difference is that after taking the medicine, he didn't leave, but got up and approached, with his hands resting on the edge of the table next to Xie Jiaran, like a hooligan, keeping the circle of people in front of him and not letting them go.

Xie Jiaran's eyes were wet with pleading, and he raised his arms to hug his neck in a flattering manner, but this gesture not only did not regain his freedom, but was hugged even tighter by his waist.

He had to kiss Xie Jiaran from the side of his neck to the earlobe, then to the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and the tip of his nose...

Pressing the fingertips on the beautifully shaped lips, looking at the blushing and wet eyes of the other party, breathing quickly, as if he liked it so much that he didn't know what to do.

"Ranran" and "Baby" changed names in turn, just to coax the other party to call him "brother".

He coaxed the person until he was the only one he could see in his eyes, and finally kissed him impatiently, hooked his slender legs and let him wrap around his waist, and pressed down in this posture——

Sitting up abruptly from the bed.

The other three people in the dormitory were still sleeping soundly, and the light leaking in through the gaps in the curtains indicated that it was already bright outside.

The scene in the dream was vivid, Liang Sunian's heartbeat was ridiculously fast, he subconsciously glanced at the direction Xie Jiaran was in, and quickly retracted it as if he had been scalded.

Nervously, he reached into the bed and touched it carefully, then collapsed and covered his eyes.

Hold.

Liang Suinian, what kind of little trash are you?

Such a rebellious dream can also be made?

Early in the morning, I silently greeted myself with my soul in my heart.

Slowly climbed out of bed, took clean underwear into the bathroom to change, washed it as quickly as possible, and finally breathed a sigh of relief the moment he hung it on the balcony.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into Xie Jiaran who had gotten up and stood behind him at some time.

The content of the dream that was temporarily left behind rushed back into the mind with the fastest speed and the highest clarity.

Liang Suinian took a step back almost subconsciously, his eyes flicked left and right, and guilt flashed across his eyes.

"Why do you get up so early?" He tried to be calm and smiled, "Is there a class in the morning?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head and looked behind him: "Are you washing things?"

"... Cough, um, yes."

Liang Su-nian cleared his throat in a pretentious manner: "Last night, it was too hot and I sweated, the back of the clothes were wet, and it was uncomfortable to wear."

Xie Jiaran didn't feel that it was hot last night, but she still let out a trusting oh, and lowered her head to avoid him and go to the balcony.

Only then did Liang Suinian see the clothes in his hand.

"Wait." He supported his shoulders in time, and his tone was full of disapproval: "Going to take a bath again?"

Xie Jiaran looked at the pajamas that he had just replaced and was about to wash, and then looked at Liang Sunian's furrowed eyebrows.

After two seconds of silence, he nodded slowly: "Well, it was too hot last night, and I sweated a little. It will be uncomfortable if I don't wash it."

"Student Xie Jiaran, I advise you to be good."

Liang Suinian held his shoulders and turned him half a circle, then pushed him back to the dormitory: "Only children who are worry-free can eat sweets, you know?"

"But I don't have class in the morning." He said, after a pause, he added: "I don't have class in the afternoon either. I don't have class today."

Liang Suinian vaguely grasped his meaning, put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and showed a toothache expression: "And then?"

Xie Jiaran looked back at him: "You have lessons."

It's almost like "you can't control me when you go to class" written on your face.

"..."

Liang Suinian was really angry and funny.

As if venting his anger, he clasped the back of his neck and squeezed twice: "You plan to take a bath secretly while I'm not around, right?"

"Don't even think about it, just obediently go to class with me after taking the medicine."