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"Didn't you say you were injured?" Jing Yu looked down at Lin Luo's leg, "Come visit the wounded."

Lin Luo smiled and showed Jing Yu's legs, and said, "It's actually not serious, it's much better."

"Looking at the photos you sent me, those who didn't know thought you were going to be limping." Seeing the wound on Lin Luo's leg, Jing Yu knew that it was indeed just a skin injury, so he rubbed Lin Luo's hair angrily.

Lin Luo turned his head to hide, but didn't dodge, so he patted Xia Jingyu's hand.

"Not to be serious, what if you refuse to come?"

"Does Auntie know?" Jing Yu asked.

"Why tell her such a trivial matter?" Lin Luo said indifferently.

He pulled Mao Jun's chair and sat down, letting Jing Yu sit in his chair.

He also complained pitifully to Jing Yu: "Actually, it still hurts, so I can only wear shorts, otherwise it will hurt if the pants rub against me."

Jing Yu didn't sit down, squatted down in front of Lin Luo, held the young man's slender calf, and checked the wound on his leg.

Lin Luo had a slender body, and his legs were slender and slender like a teenager, while Jing Yu had a broad frame, and he held Lin Luo's calf with a single palm, and lifted his feet.

"Does it hurt?" Jing Yu raised her eyes and asked.

The palms of the man were warm, but Lin Luo was wearing only shorts indoors in the twenty-something degree weather, and his legs were slightly cool.

Comparing the two, Lin Luo almost felt that Jing Yu's palm was a little hot.

He shrank his legs unnaturally, but didn't shrink back, his lips pursed slightly: "...it's fine if you don't touch it."

From Lin Luo's perspective, one can see that Jing Yu's drooping eyelids are long and thick, the bridge of his nose is straight, the lips under the bridge of his nose are light in color, and the stubble is cleanly shaved without leaving any traces.

Lin Luo's eyes flickered, and he quickly moved away.

On the side, Xia Wenqiu originally wanted to keep his head down and draw pictures, but when he heard the conversation between the two, he somehow felt that he was an eyesore, like a light bulb.

So I stood up, holding my sketchbook and pencils, moved to the door and said:

"Well, you must have something to say, do you need me to avoid it? I'll go out for a while."

"No, what is there to avoid?" Lin Luo asked.

"It's troublesome." Jing Yu said.

The diametrically opposite answers of the two made Xia Wenqiu a little confused.

Lin Luo looked back, met Shang Jingyu's gaze, and his cheeks warmed up quietly.

He looked away uncomfortably, and changed his words: "Then... let's go out."

"No, your legs are inconvenient, don't run around, I'll just go to the study room for a while."

There are also self-study rooms in the dormitory building, which can be used for self-study by students.

Xia Wenqiu quickly backed out of the door, and thoughtfully closed the door behind them.

Lin Luo smiled, and said to himself: "...It seems that we have something to hide."

However, Jing Yu didn't answer.

When Lin Luo looked at Jing Yu, he found that Jing Yu was looking at him for a moment, and immediately became nervous.

As if to cover up, Lin Luo smiled again, with some hesitation in his eyes, looking for something to say:

"His name is Xia Wenqiu. Because of his poor health, he couldn't do military training. The counselor asked me, a wounded man, to watch him in the dormitory so that no accident would happen to him."

"As a result, the two of us just looked at each other in silence all day long, drawing pictures face to face, and neither of us spoke."

"Both are not talkative."

Lin Luo lowered his eyes, and always felt that Jing Yu's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his clothes, making his face feverish.

The man's fingers rubbed against Lin Luo's leg a few times, and when Lin Luo could hardly control himself and wanted to retract his leg, he asked:

"Did you apply medicine today?"

"No." Lin Luo said, as soon as he started painting, he forgot everything.

Jing Yu glanced at him indifferently, Lin Luo felt a little guilty: "...forgot, but I applied the medicine properly yesterday."

"Where's the medicine?" Jing Yu asked.

"On my locker."

Jing Yu then went to the cabinet next to Lin Luo's table to find medicine, which was not rare, iodine tincture and erythromycin ointment.

Iodine was used for disinfection, and erythromycin ointment was used for anti-inflammation.

Lin Luo's wound hadn't healed completely yet, but it was no longer oozing blood like the first day.

Jing Yu first used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect the wound.

Wiping the wound with iodine was bound to hurt, and when the cotton swab touched it, Lin Luo flinched in pain.

"Easy," he said.

"Be patient." Jing Yu said while disinfecting him, "You know it hurts and you're so careless?"

"I was injured after only a few days of military training, and there are still so many days to come."

"Aren't you careful..." Lin Luo had a sense of being taught by an elder, and whispered, "I didn't mean it."

"Hey, it hurts, take it easy."

Jing Yu didn't speak, but his movements became more gentle.

Lin Luo couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips quietly.

No matter what, Jing Yu still cared about him.

However, what I didn't expect was that after the iodine was wiped off, Jing Yu finished applying erythromycin ointment to Lin Luo, and then stood up to leave:

"You take a good rest, I'll go first."

"Call me if you need anything."

He didn't even sit down for a while, and didn't chat with Lin Luo for a while.It seemed that he was just here to confirm that he was okay, and then left after confirmation.

"Hey?" Lin Luo grabbed Jing Yu's wrist, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you busy?"

"Well, I have a job." Jing Yu said.

The corner of Lin Luo's mouth twitched, not very happy: "Is it too busy to talk to me for a while?"

"You can chat with your roommate." Jing Yu said.

"I told you I can't chat with him," Lin Luo complained, "Besides, we haven't seen each other for so many days, can't you just stay a little longer?"

Jing Yu looked down at the boy's face and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Lin Luo frowned: "I'm just bored, I want you to accompany me, can't I?"

Jing Yu pulled Lin Luo's hand away from his wrist, and Lin Luo watched with some reluctance as his hand was put down.

Then the man touched his hair again, his tone slowed down, and coaxed:

"Then I'll come see you in two days, okay?"

The man's voice was deep and gentle, which made Lin Luo's ears numb, and he was instantly coaxed into joy.

He raised his head, and suddenly found that Jing Yu looked a little tired.

Lin Luo frowned, raised his hand to touch Jing Yu's face, but before he could touch it, Jing Yu stopped him in mid-air.

Lin Luo asked: "Are you tired from work? Didn't you have a good rest?"

Jing Yu smiled slightly, and said, "It's like this when you're working, you can work first, rest comes second."

"After you graduate, if you want to do commercial painting, the client requires you to finish it on time. If the time is tight, you have to do the same. That's how you come here."

"Then you have to rest well." Lin Luo said, "Go back to sleep, rest well and then work, you are not an iron man."

"En." Jing Yu originally held Lin Luo's wrist, but slipped slightly, and held his hand.

He rubbed the back of Lin Luo's hands, and saw that Lin Luo's hands were covered with paint, making them black.

Jing Yu couldn't help laughing: "Those who didn't know thought you were going to dig coal, seeing your face and hands are dark."

The face is tanned, the sun is too strong here.

Lin Luo said: "Black is black, I look good even if I turn black into charcoal."

Jing Yu smiled again: "Well, our Nuonuo looks good no matter what."

Lin Luo was a little embarrassed by what he said, why is this person so bored all of a sudden?

"But it doesn't look good when you're injured." Jing Yu looked down at the wound on Lin Luo's leg, "It would be ugly if there was a scar."

"What's a man with scars?" Lin Luo began to push Jingyu, "Go back to rest, get a good sleep, and then go to work, do you hear me?"

"Go, go!"

Jing Yu smiled helplessly: "Then you take good care of your wounds, and be careful in the future, don't get hurt again."

"I see."

Pushing Jing Yu out of the door, Lin Luo watched him walk out of the corridor until he disappeared around the corner, then quietly followed him, poking out one eye from the corner to peek.

He watched Jing Yu walk into the elevator, stood in front of the elevator for a while, then returned to the dormitory, and ran to the window to look down.

In the elevator, Jing Yu rubbed his fingers and looked down at his hands.

The touch of the skin of Lin Luo's legs still remained on her hands, cool, slippery, and slender... The shorts Lin Luo was wearing were very short, reaching only to the base of her thighs.

When he raised his head, he could see Lin Luo's collarbone exposed by his collar, and his thin waist hidden by his thin short sleeves.

He couldn't help wondering if he had been holding back for too long, and he would actually have that kind of fantasy about a child.

So much so that he didn't dare to stay for long, so he had to sneak away quickly, otherwise there might be a joke.

Jing Yu closed his eyes and stroked his forehead, secretly thinking about his sin.

It was a child, only 19 years old.

But 19 years old doesn't seem too young...

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The author has something to say:

This kind of ambiguous atmosphere that is only a layer of window paper not pierced is really annoying, woo woo woo