Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui slowly leaned his head on the other's shoulder, smelled the pleasant smell of washing powder on the collar, and pursed his lips blankly.

A sprained foot was nothing to him at all. He still played with a broken right leg when punching, and fell into a pool of blood when he knocked down his opponent.

Surrounded by raging cheers, no one cared about their life or death. At that time, Song Zui learned to swallow the pain in his stomach, and he was numb to the pain in his body.

However, probably because he was too tired to move, he suddenly didn't want to get off the man's back, and hugged the man's neck tightly.

Molecules are moving regularly all the time, which is the so-called Brownian motion, but his heart seems to be doing Brownian motion, thumping.

He Shanting returned home with the slender young man on his back, put him on the sofa, bent down and said: "I'm going to buy medicine, please sit still and don't move around."

Song Zui lay down on the sofa obediently, and his beating heart calmed down when he heard the sound of the door closing.

The horizontal direction of the sofa is facing the window with white gauze curtains, behind the gauze curtains are snapdragons swaying in the wind, and behind it are roses everywhere in October.

From his angle, he just saw the sprouting flower pot by the window, probably because he was afraid that he would attack the seedlings, and the other party moved the flower pot to the highest shelf.

He couldn't reach it even when he jumped up.

The annoyance stuck in the boy's chest turned into an unknown sourness. This feeling was very strange, like biting into a green lemon slice, and even the roots of his teeth were soaked in sourness.

He Shanting returned to the house after buying medicine at the pharmacy, and what he saw was Song Zui limping upstairs, as if he didn't want to stay in the same place with something.

"Didn't you tell me not to move around?"

He frowned and walked over to help the boy.

"What do you say I'm going to do? We have nothing to do with each other." Song Zui knocked away the other party's gun and stick and asked back, "Do you really think of yourself as my elder?"

He Shanting laughed when he heard this, he dropped his work and went to the police station to find people, and he turned his face and refused to recognize people after buying a medicine.

He didn't intend to get used to Song Zui's bad temper, so he let Song Zui go up the stairs by himself, but seeing the lame young man's back, he smiled helplessly, and followed with the medicine in his hand.

Song Zui went into the room and sat on a chair to study, and nothing could delay his reading progress. Mr. Yang only read a small part of the book list opened by Mr. Yang, and he was too embarrassed to send an email to ask for advice on the paper at hand before finishing it.

He only read two pages before the bedroom door opened.

He Shanting walked in and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down and apply medicine."

Song Zui didn't understand why the other party had to spare his hands to care about him, he thought sourly, it's better to water the rose buds when he has this time.

"none of your business?"

The man raised his sharp eyebrows, and said in a lazy voice, "I'm afraid you will become disabled."

"You don't need to worry about the disabled."

Song Zui didn't have time to say the last word. The next second, he was picked up and thrown on the soft bed. His body was sunk in the fluffy quilt, and he sat up speechless.

If he is not disabled, he will be thrown out of the disabled. If one day he is murdered, there is no doubt that it must be done by the person in front of him. How can he do this to the injured?

But then the man took off his socks, and gently grabbed his slender ankle to apply the medicine, his movements were incredibly gentle.

No one had ever touched his ankle, and the small piece of pinched skin by Song Zui was sensitive and trembling. It was an extraordinarily deep trembling, which went straight to his Tianling acupoint.

The cold potion was applied to his reddened skin, he struggled subconsciously but his ankle was pinched even tighter, his eyelids twitched, he could only watch the man carefully apply the potion on himself.

The chandelier on the ceiling cast a sharp light on the man's deep eye sockets, mixed with a wanton and sharp temperament, I don't know if he is so gentle to others.

This idea suddenly came to his mind, he would only be more gentle with that girl, he lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"You don't care about my affairs in the future." Song Zui said awkwardly, "If you have the time, pay more attention to that person."

After He Shanting applied the medicine, he put down the rolled-up trouser legs for the young man. He could be sure that something was wrong with Song Zui today, like a fierce puppy who would bite him back if he touched his head, so he could only touch his fur.

He put the medicine in the medicine box and raised his eyes: "Which person?"

Song Zui choked.

Who is not the point? The key is not to be so nice to him, not to mention that he is crooked, even if he is straight, he can't resist, keep a distance if you can, of course, that doesn't include throwing him on the bed roughly.

Song Zui wasn't going to answer at first, but looking at the other party's confused eyes, he suppressed his emotions and said, "The one you like."

"Since when did I like someone else?"

He Shanting's blue-gray eyes narrowed.

This little idiot doesn't think he likes other people, does he?Looking at the strange reaction of the young man turning his face away, he made eight out of three guesses in his heart.

No wonder I've been wandering around the flowerpot these past two days, and I'm not angry with him when I talk to him. It turned out that I thought I fell in love with someone after hearing the conversation last time. The little boy was suffocating, but he couldn't tolerate others.

"Is not it?"

The boy's tone was nonchalant, but his ears were quietly pricked up waiting for an answer, showing an awkward and cute look.

He Shanting suppressed the idea of ​​hugging the boy in his arms and rubbing him, and admitted generously, "I have someone I like."

Song Zui's imperceptible expectations disappeared, and his reason told him that he should study, but he suddenly asked, "What kind of person is she?"

The arc of He Shanting's lips was a little deeper, and he fixed his eyes on the young man: "He has a deep affection for me, and even saves money and buys me things. There is no one better than him."

Song Zui, who was deeply rooted in love, didn't know what it was like in his heart. Ating looked like he was not at a disadvantage, but he was too easy to coax. Didn't he save money by renting a house to buy clothes? Easily coaxed away.

He stopped his own thoughts and reminded the other party as a friend: "Don't be fooled by the killing pig."

Killing pigs is a popular deception in recent years. The scammer pretends to be a high-quality human man and woman, and uses his feelings to defraud money. He hates this kind of fraud.

"He won't."

Song Zui closed his mouth when he heard these firm words, and he reminded him again that he was an idiot, but he still couldn't help reminding: "If she asks you to download investment software, you must not download it. You will definitely not get your money back if you recharge it. The platform ran away the next day.”

He Shanting hummed lightly.

He caught a glimpse of the thinly dressed boy sneezing while talking, got up and went to the closet to get a thick coat.

Song Zui slowly remembered the clothes that were pressed in the closet that day, and got out of bed despite the sprain: "I'll just find the clothes myself."

But He Shanting was already standing in front of the closet, and reached out to open the door. The closet was neatly folded with seasonal clothes.

He was familiar with most of the clothes in the closet, but a dark gray windbreaker caught his attention, because it was too big for Song Zui to wear.

"Whose clothes are these?"

He Shanting looked at the unfamiliar clothes and frowned.

After a while, the boy pinched his nose as if he had no choice but to admit: "This is the clothes I bought for you, I don't know if you like it or not."

He Shanting pinched the clothes in his hands, Song Zui thought he liked other people and did not forget to buy clothes for him, he looked at the limping young man and lowered his blue eyes.

"I love so much."

He couldn't seem to wait for the roses to bloom.

His little rose is too cute.

I want to take it off.