I was targeted by the scumbag Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

Only then did Fu Juncheng notice the bloodstain on his ankle.

If Xu Yaozhou hadn't mentioned it, he might not have noticed it. It should have been accidentally scratched by glass shards before.

Although it was indeed a little painful, but the situation at that time did not allow him to take care of it at all, and he was worried about Xu Yaozhou, so he simply put these minor injuries far away.

Fu Juncheng lowered his eyes: "It's okay, it's a trivial matter."

In my previous life, there were more times when I was injured more seriously than this.

He has never seen his parents since he was a child, and he has lived in an orphanage as long as he can remember.

There are so many children in the orphanage, it is inevitable that there will be quarrels, but he is also a master who never admits defeat, he can fight with others every time, and then he is scolded to death by the teacher.

Later, I finally didn't have to suffer injuries all over my body for a candy or a meal, but the life of the crew was far from easy as imagined. Sometimes I even fell straight from the horse and almost died.

Thinking of this, Fu Juncheng silently crossed out the word "almost".

If there is an accident with Wia hanging behind him, his life is gone. When he comes to this ghost place, he becomes a cannon fodder worse than him.

Fu Juncheng: "..."

Life is really ups and downs, ups and downs...

"hiss--"

His thoughts suddenly returned, and Fu Juncheng suddenly took a deep breath.

Xu Yaozhou pressed his feet and carefully disinfected him with a cotton swab. Hearing that the movements of his hands paused a little, his handsome brows also frowned slightly: "Does brother also know that it hurts?"

Xu Yaozhou lowered his eyelids slightly and did not raise his head. Fu Juncheng couldn't see Xu Yaozhou's expression clearly, and only fixed his gaze on the top of Xu Yaozhou's head.

The other party's hair is soft and has a lot of volume. There is a small swirl on the back of the head that is not obvious, and a small tuft of hair is slightly raised. If you don't look carefully, it is really not easy to find.

It's kinda...cute.

So even with that, this slightly complaining tone seemed cute and lovely.

Fu Juncheng suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Xu Yaozhou seemed to have installed radar on him, raised his head, and the corner of his mouth curled awkwardly: "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Fu Juncheng said, "You make me itchy."

This is actually true.

Obviously, it wasn't that no one else came to give me medicine before, but for some reason, Xu Yaozhou had a very strange feeling for this job.

It hurts.

But itchy.

Especially when the scorching potion was applied to the skin on the outside of the wound, he couldn't help but tense his instep from the itching.

Xu Yaozhou asked: "Will you?"

Fu Juncheng nodded: "You should try harder."

Xu Yaozhou glanced at him with a strange expression, not knowing what was going on in his head, the line of his tightly pursed lips was slightly bent, and after a fleeting moment, he returned to normal.

When the medicine was almost finished, Xu Yaozhou took the medicine bottle, hesitated for a while and said, "Brother, what about you..."

Xu Yaozhou looked at Fu Juncheng hesitantly, and saw that Fu Juncheng was taken aback, his face was caught off guard with a panic visible to the naked eye, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm fine, I really don't need it."

As a result, Xu Yaozhou's expression darkened again, and he stared at him aggrievedly. With the injuries on his neck, he looked pitiful.

As if he was a bully.

Fu Juncheng really had nothing to do with Xu Yaozhou, so he let go: "It seems that my back hurts?"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to turn his back on Xu Yaozhou, secretly rejoicing that he had changed into his own clothes, if he was still wearing that bathrobe, what an embarrassing scene it would be.

In the next second, Fu Juncheng felt his sweater being lifted from the back.

There was a slight coolness on the back for a while, as if the surrounding air had dropped several degrees.

Fu Juncheng comforted him and said, "Maybe I accidentally bumped into the table just now, and it will be fine in a few days."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a not-so-obvious shiver, and the conditioned reflex straightened his back.

Xu Yaozhou's fingertips fell and lightly landed on the bruise on Fu Juncheng's back.

The skin on Fu Juncheng's body seemed to be whiter than imagined, like the kind that would turn red with a slight touch.

Not to mention now.

"Brother," Xu Yaozhou said in a slightly lower voice, "if it hurts, just say it."

Fu Juncheng: "Huh?"

Xu Yaozhou: "I will be more careful."

When Fu Juncheng left, he was a little flustered, and even his head was a little short-circuited.

If it wasn't for Xu Yaozhou's reminder, he might still go to the wrong room.

It feels so weird.

Obviously Xu Yaozhou just gave him some medicine, why does he feel that he——

Weird.

Even his face couldn't help getting hot.

Even at this moment, it seems that Xu Yaozhou's warm and cool touch still remains on the skin, which is really scary, like the feeling of a small electric current creeping up with every inch of nerve, spreading to every pore of the body.

Maybe it was because this feeling was too strong. Fu Juncheng, who had always had no dreams, suddenly had a dream at night.

There is Xu Yaozhou in the dream.

But that Xu Yaozhou was different from what he remembered.

The other party seemed to be a little smaller than he thought.

The childishness on the boy's face was still there, and when he saw him, his face was sullen, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and when he smiled and approached him, a little panic flashed in his eyes, but his footsteps did not move, and he was stunned. Stared at him blankly.

He heard his own laughing voice: "They all say I look a lot like you."

The young man met his eyes and pursed his mouth even tighter.

Fu Juncheng said: "Perhaps all good-looking people are similar."

What he said obviously sounded quite narcissistic, but it was taken for granted by him.

Maybe it was the first time I saw such a shameless person.

The other party's eyes trembled, not only pursed their lips tightly, but also slightly wrinkled their brows, but their expression seemed a little dazed for some reason.

Fu Juncheng suddenly hooked his lips and said, "I'm talking about you."

"..."

"You look good."

Fu Juncheng woke up suddenly.

With drowsy eyes, he still vaguely remembered Xu Yaozhou's stern face, which was so cute that one wanted to pinch that pretty face.

But in a trance, there is a sense of disobedience.

Maybe the other party is the little mud on the face, and the jacket and sneakers that are not particularly clean.

He doesn't look like that clean young master at all.

Thinking about it, there was a buzzing sound beside the pillow——

It's his cell phone.

Fu Juncheng narrowed his eyes, reluctantly raised his hand and groped a few times in the dark, and subconsciously wanted to complain about Wu Jin.

There weren't many people who contacted him, and it was probably only Wu Jin who contacted him in the middle of the night.

It's a big night, you're sick, aren't you?

It was only later that Fu Juncheng remembered that Wu Jin probably didn't have time to take care of him tonight.

All kinds of events of the past few hours suddenly came to mind, and Fu Juncheng immediately became sober.

The light from the phone screen shone on his face, and Fu Juncheng rubbed his eyes.

It was actually a text message from Xu Yaozhou, and he just asked a simple question——

Xu Yaozhou: Brother, are you asleep?

Fu Juncheng hesitated for a few seconds, then simply dialed the phone.

The opposite side is picked up quickly.

On the other end of the phone, came Xu Yaozhou's very soft voice, which seemed to be able to drift away in the confused night at any time.

"Did it wake you up?" Xu Yaozhou asked nervously.

Fu Juncheng replied: "No, I had a dream and suddenly woke up."

Xu Yaozhou followed his words and asked, "What dream?"

Fu Juncheng opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he found that the dream that was not clear at first suddenly became more blurred.

I just remembered that I seemed to be dreaming of Xu Yaozhou.

But he couldn't say it.

Fu Juncheng hesitated for a few seconds: "Forgot."

Fortunately, Xu Yaozhou did not continue to ask him what kind of dream he had.

Xu Yaozhou whispered, "I can't sleep."

Fu Juncheng's first reaction was, maybe Xu Yaozhou was frightened by Wu Jin tonight?

Or is the wound hurting again?

Without waiting for Fu Juncheng to respond, Xu Yaozhou said, "I just had a nightmare."

Fu Juncheng: "Huh?"

The voice in the ear was muffled.

"Brother, can you come and accompany me?"