Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Ji Xiaohuan dexterously wrapped the gauze around Kuang Mu's fingertips with his fingers. The gauze was loosely wrapped. He was afraid of hurting Kuang Mu, so he was careful every time.

A gust of wind blew, and the white curtains by the window fluttered in the air.

Kuang Mu sat on the side of the bed, lowered his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan without blinking his eyes. He was waiting for Ji Xiaohuan's answer, so that he was panting slightly and his heart was beating wildly.

The room was silent.

At this moment, Ji Xiaohuan's deep voice sounded.

He asked back, "How do we go back?"

"........."

"It's impossible." Ji Xiaohuan didn't look up, and his tone was indifferent as if he was saying something very ordinary: "Don't come to me again, the best way for you and me to get along is with strangers."

Kuang Mu took a breath, and his fingertips became cold in an instant.

At this time, the old doctor prepared the medicine, walked in with a tray, took a look at the result of Ji Xiaohuan's bandage, and praised him twice.

"Hey, the young man is good at bandaging, have you learned it before?"

Ji Xiaohuan threw the scissors into the tray, and responded with a smile: "I have bandaged others a few times before."

The old doctor nodded, took out the syringe, and raised his chin at Kuang Mu: "The arm is exposed."

Kuang Mu sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed and the broken hair between his forehead hanging between his eyebrows. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only his neck was pale, and his fingers were clasped tightly on the edge of the bed, as if he wanted to pinch the edge of the bed. It was broken and didn't move for a long time.

The old doctor urged again: "Young man, do you still want to be beaten? Show off your arms."

Kuang Mu trembled, stood up with a snort, and walked outside without saying a word.

Ji Xiaohuan quickly grabbed Kuang Mu's shoulder, pushed him back to the hospital bed, pulled Kuang Mu's shoulder collar down involuntarily, and said to the old doctor with a smile, "Sorry, he's afraid of injections."

Ji Xiaohuan's whole movements were very skillful and natural, and when Kuang Mu was under his palm, he didn't show any resistance at all.

The doctor looked around at the two of them, and said pleasantly: "You two are classmates in the same class, right? The relationship is quite good."

"No, we are strangers."

Before Ji Xiaohuan could speak, he was interrupted by Kuang Mu's cold voice.

Ji Xiaohuan lowered his head and glanced at Kuang Mu, the smile on his face faded: "Yes, we don't know each other."

The old doctor was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't believe the rhetoric, he didn't bother to ask any more questions, he raised the needle and wanted to finish today's work quickly.

Kuang Mu's shoulders were white and round, like a fine piece of pure white jade, so tender that it seemed to be translucent when exposed to light.

The needle was sharp and sharp, Kuang Mu stared at the needle, his heart tightened for a while, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, he subconsciously let out a gasp from his throat, and retreated uncontrollably.

In the next second, Ji Xiaohuan's big hand covered his eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan's palm was warm, Kuang Mu's body trembled, and his toes straightened in an instant, he didn't move any more, but let Ji Xiaohuan control his body.

Ji Xiaohuan could feel Kuang Mu's long eyelashes trembling restlessly, twitching his palm one after another.

The old doctor stuck the needle into Kuang Mu's skin, and Kuang Mu's body was tense, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, trembling slightly.

"It's almost over, don't be afraid." Ji Xiaohuan said in a low voice.

Those words were like a tranquilizer, and Kuang Mu relaxed his body slowly.

The tube of injection was about to run out, Ji Xiaohuan was about to withdraw his hand, when suddenly he felt hot and humid in his palm.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, and looked down at Kuang Mu.

Most of Kuang Mu's cheeks were covered by Ji Xiaohuan's palm, only the tip of his nose and trembling red lips were exposed, his collar was pulled open by Ji Xiaohuan, his collarbone was thin and delicate.

At this moment, two lines of clear tears leaked from Ji Xiaohuan's palm, and slid along the side of Kuang Mu's nose to his chin.

Those two crystal clear teardrops hung on the tip of Kuang Mu's chin, shaking and shaking for a long time without falling, his red lips were slightly parted, his Adam's apple was panting slightly, showing a soul-stirring beauty for a while.

After the injection, the old doctor glanced at him and said, "How old are you? I've worked here for so many years, and I've never seen a boy cry because of the injection."

The old doctor packed up his things, turned around and left.

When there were only the two of them in the room, Ji Xiaohuan slowly let go, and looked at Kuang Mu with a frown.

Kuang Mu's eyelashes still had tiny drops of water, and his eyes were very red. He sucked his red nose, and the tip of his nose trembled. He rolled up the clothes on his shoulders, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and did not look Ji Xiaohuan took a look, and walked out quickly with his schoolbag.

The door to the infirmary slammed shut.

Ji Xiaohuan stood in the empty room for a moment, turned his head and saw the blue lunch box still on the table, he picked up the lunch box and followed out without much thought.

Kuang Mu's footsteps were fast, and when Ji Xiaohuan left, he had already reached the middle of the campus.

At this time, a boy on the side rushed over on a bicycle and honked the horn twice, but Kuang Mu walked straight to the middle of the road as if he didn't hear it.

"Kuang Mu." Ji Xiaohuan stepped forward quickly, grabbed Kuang Mu's wrist, and dragged him back into the road.

Kuang Mu's body was shaken by being dragged, his arm was hurting, he turned his head and stared at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak vigorously, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely wronged: "What are you doing... .....Didn't you say that we will be strangers from now on?"

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu with dark eyes, let go of Kuang Mu's hand, and took a step back, keeping a reasonable distance from Kuang Mu.

"You forgot to take your lunch box."

Kuang Mu looked at the blue lunch box in Ji Xiaohuan's hand, lowered his head and did not speak, nor did he take the lunch box.

Ji Xiaohuan was a little tired holding the lunch box, so he simply handed the lunch box forward, wanting to send it to Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu took a step back, clasped his hands tightly, and resisted taking the lunch box.

"you......."

"Ji Xiaohuan, don't you want to see what I did for you this morning..."

Kuang Mu looked down at the lunch box, his voice trembling: "I prepared it several days in advance, and I cut my hand, so you... are you not curious at all?"

Ji Xiaohuan frowned: "Kuang Mu, I said so."

Kuang Mu took a deep breath and interrupted Ji Xiaohuan: "I know, I know everything..."

Kuang Mu wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but at the end of the speech, his heart ached from grievances, his eyes turned red, and his voice became weeping.

"Take the lunch box." Ji Xiaohuan bent down and put the lunch box on the ground, his voice was low: "Don't do these meaningless things in the future."

"A meaningless thing..." Kuang Mu looked at the lunch box on the ground, closed his eyes, and suddenly sneered. He raised his red eyes, pointed at the ground with his injured hand : "Ji Xiaohuan, since you hate me so much, why...why..."

Kuang Mu couldn't say anything after that.

There are some things that he really doesn't want to say anymore, it seems that he is too hypocritical, and his little thoughts are really ridiculous in front of Ji Xiaohuan.

How many times has this happened?

His whole body was trembling with sadness and his face was full of embarrassment, but Ji Xiaohuan watched with a blank expression.

How many times has he done this kind of thing in front of Ji Xiaohuan?

Since he hates him, why should he care whether he is sick or injured, why give him unrealistic hopes, and then crush him again and again.

Why is this happening?

"Okay...well... since you don't want it, then throw it away."

Kuang Mu closed his eyes, his voice was so exhausted that even his voice was empty, he stepped back two steps calmly, turned around and left without looking at Ji Xiaohuan.

He walked very fast, and he even used to run behind.

After a while, Kuang Mu walked out of the school gate and turned into a small road with few people. The evening wind was blowing in his ears, blowing into Kuang Mu's nasal cavity, causing him to cough suddenly.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Kuang Mu stood still, covered his mouth, coughed, tears flowed down his face, and his eyes were blurred.

The sky was half dark, and the lights on the side of the road were turned on.

Kuang Mu was standing in the middle of the road, his loose blue and white school uniform was hanging loosely on his body, his pure black hair was flying in the air, and a gust of wind blew his clothes tightly around his waist, showing his slender and tight waist.

It should have been a beautiful picture, but his hands covered his eyes, his shoulders kept sobbing, his shadow was stretched very long under the light, lonely and helpless.

The position of the eyes is where Ji Xiaohuan covered it just now.

In fact, it was never the sharp needles that made him cry, but Ji Xiaohuan's sharp words.

That person's words are so harsh, but why are his hands warm.

A few days later, it was the day of the math competition.

Lao Feng first stood on the podium and gave instructions, and then issued admission tickets to everyone, and the competition class was disbanded.

There are a total of three examination rooms in the city for this mathematics competition.

Kuang Mu's examination room was in a middle school in the city, while Ji Xiaohuan, Qiu Qing and Qin Mi were assigned to a high school in the suburbs.

Kuang Mu has not been in a good condition these days. Since he came home that day, he had a cold and a stomach problem. He took two days off work, slept at home for two days, and took some medicine to survive.

During the math competition, it didn't affect my performance much.

After the competition came the National Day holiday.

On the morning of the first day of National Day, Kuang Mu was still sleeping when he was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

Kuang Mu didn't look at the caller ID and picked up the phone directly.

"Xiao Mu."

A soft voice rang on the phone, and Kuang Mu's eyes opened suddenly, and the drowsiness faded away in an instant.

"Aunt Yan."

"Xiao Mu, I'm sorry, I originally discussed with your father to fly to see you today, but the company suddenly has something urgent, we have to go abroad urgently, and we may not be able to see you."

"Okay, you are busy."

"If you are alone on vacation, you should take care of yourself, go out with your friends more, and eat well. The weather has been cold recently, so you have to remember to wear more clothes and don't freeze."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Kuang Mu glanced at the time, which showed 06:30 in the morning.

It was still very early, and Kuang Mu was sitting on the head of the bed half leaning, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

He got out of bed and walked into the living room, put away the two pairs of newly bought slippers on the carpet at the door, and went into the bathroom to put away the newly bought toiletries.

Finally he went into the kitchen and put all the seafood and vegetables he bought yesterday into the refrigerator.

Yan Minhui and Kuang Jinshan are not coming anymore, so there is no need for these.

In fact, he should have thought a long time ago that Yan Minhui and Kuang Jinshan were so busy, how could they find time to see him.

Even if they come, they will definitely only stay for half a day at most, and buying so many things is a waste.

Although Kuang Mu knew this a long time ago, he couldn't help but buy more when he went to the supermarket.

Sitting on the sofa, Kuang Mu looked at the huge living room and suddenly felt empty in his heart.

The National Day holiday is a seven-day holiday, and other students are happy, but Kuang Mu doesn't like the holiday at all.

For such a lonely person, he felt lonely for the first time.

When Kuang Mu was alone, he liked to think wildly. He raised his eyes and saw the medicine bottle on the coffee table.

Ji Xiaohuan bought those medicines for him, and he has almost finished them now.

Kuang Mu has been sick since he was a child. It is a medicine jar, and he will be allergic to many medicines.

Kuang Mu had no mother when he was young, and Kuang Jinshan was very busy, so Kuang Mu spent most of his childhood at Ji Xiaohuan's house.

Ji Xiaohuan and Ji Xiaohuan's father, Ji Mingyi, are probably the only ones in the world who know what kind of medicine Kuang Mu can take.

Kuang Muwai sat on the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the medicine on the table.

His fingers were slender, his nails were neatly trimmed and round, and his fingertips were pink. He was turning the small medicine box lightly, looking fascinated.

If you hate a person, you should hate him and want to die.

Kuang Mu couldn't understand how Ji Xiaohuanming hated him so much, but bought him medicine and bandaged his wounds.

Now he and Ji Xiaohuan seem to be caught in a lengthy tug-of-war.

Kuang Mu stood under the bright light, with a rope tied around his neck, while Ji Xiaohuan stood in the vast black mist, holding on to the rope.

Kuang Mu couldn't see Ji Xiaohuan's expression clearly, he didn't know whether he was smiling kindly or hating maliciously, Kuang Mu only knew that as long as the other end of the rope moved, he would throw away his helmet and armor, and be defeated.

Thinking of this, Kuang Mu took a deep breath, leaned his head back on the sofa, covered his eyes with one hand, his fingertips were loose, the medicine bottle slipped down his fingertips, and fell to the wool blanket on the ground On, there was a muffled sound.

He felt so unfair.

This game is not fair at all.

Because he has no chance of winning, and his fate is involuntary.