Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Qiu Qing took a deep breath, leaned back on the chair, and began to be in a trance, she couldn't help but think about the previous things again.

Kuang Mu in the competition class wanted to sit next to Ji Xiaohuan, and Kuang Mu followed them closely during the basketball game. She bought coffee for Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu stood up angrily...

There are still many, many details that were not clearly visible in the past, but now they are gradually becoming clear after layers of unraveling.

Qiu Qing looked up at the ceiling, blinked vigorously, and suddenly smiled and said, "So that's how it is."

Afterwards, both of them were silent for a long time.

Kuang Mu said softly to her: "...... Qiuqing, I'm sorry, you are actually very good...... there must be better people like you."

Kuang Mu was not very good at saying this kind of thing, he stuttered at one sentence, but he tried his best to express his apology.

Qiu Qing smiled at him, unwilling to delve into this topic, but changed the topic and exchanged a few words with Kuang Mu, neither of them mentioned the matter just now.

Kuang Mu was in poor health, he seemed a little drowsy after a few more words, his head was leaning against the pillow, his hair drooped between the pillows, and gradually the blinking of his sleepy eyes slowed down a bit.

Qiu Qing stood up wisely, said goodbye to Kuang Mu softly, opened the door and left.

When she gently closed the door of the ward and turned around to leave, she was stunned.

At the end of the corridor, Ji Xiaohuan was standing at the farthest window.

He was wearing a pure black overcoat, with his hands in his pockets, and he looked out of the window silently. There were a few stubbed cigarette butts in the trash can next to him.

I don't know how long he stood there, whether he heard the conversation between the two.

Qiu Qing walked towards Ji Xiaohuan step by step, and called him: "Ji Xiaohuan."

Ji Xiaohuan turned his head to look at Qiu Qing this time, and asked kindly, "Are you finished chatting?"

Qiu Qing nodded.

Ji Xiaohuan said good, and walked straight to Kuang Mu's ward, bypassing Qiu Qing.

Kuang Mu was sitting on the bed feeling sleepy, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head slowly.

Kuang Mu thought it was Qiu Qing who had left and returned, but when he saw that it was Ji Xiaohuan, his sleepy eyes widened and even the color of his pupils brightened.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still bit his lip, watching Ji Xiaohuan step by step and stand beside him with red eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu expressionlessly, and found that Kuang Mu seemed to have lost weight after not seeing him for the past few days, with protruding wrist bones on his exposed wrists, and his complexion was unhealthy white.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Ji Xiaohuan said in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell your family about your illness?"

His first sentence was to ask this.

Kuang Mu's eyes dimmed a bit, he lowered his eyes, clasped the bed sheet with the tip of his hand, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to say."

Ji Xiaohuan asked again: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Kuang Mu was silent for a while. He looked at the thread ends that had been buttoned up by him a long time ago, and said in a flat voice: "Because my family can't give me much company and comfort, and... if I tell If they're gone, you'll never come again, will you?"

At the end, Kuang Mu raised his head, looking at Ji Xiaohuan with clear eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan tapped on the railing unconsciously with his index finger, noncommittal.

Kuang Mu's nose soured, and he immediately lowered his head.

He actually knew the answer in his heart, he and Ji Xiaohuan were separated by Kuang Jinshan and Yan Minhui, these two people were buried in a thousand-mile river between him and Ji Xiaohuan, the waves of the big river could absorb all of Kuang Mu's hard work and friendship They are all submerged in it, and they cannot reach the other shore all day long.

Obviously feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, Kuang Mu still fastened the bed sheet tightly with his fingers, clenched his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't come... I just like to be alone quietly."

Even though he said this, his tone was very aggrieved, and his voice changed as he spoke. He rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

The door of the room was pushed open in time, and Doctor Qin walked in.

With his hands in his pockets, he patrolled between the two of them with unkind eyes, he was furious when he saw Kuang Mu, and even more angry when he saw Ji Xiaohuan.

"You still know to come?" Dr. Qin put his hands in his pockets, looked at Ji Xiaohuan and snorted coldly, "Did I tell you that he is in a bad mood and needs someone to accompany him, take everything I said fart?"

Then Doctor Qin looked at Kuang Mu again, and he was so tired that he didn't bother to say anything. He waved his hand: "You, I don't want to talk about you anymore. If you are young, it's fine if you are not in good health. You just want to die. Don’t eat, don’t get injections, don’t check up, and don’t tell your family members. I’ve never seen a patient like you. If you don’t want to be treated, pack up your things as soon as possible...”

"Doctor Qin, I'm sorry."

Ji Xiaohuan directly interrupted Doctor Qin's anger, he walked up to Doctor Qin in two steps, and blocked Kuang Mu behind him, although he was apologizing, but his face was very cold: "I was negligent, I will pay more attention in the future, and I will trouble you to pay more attention."

Ji Xiaohuan's attitude was very good, Doctor Qin snorted coldly, but his voice softened a lot, and he roughly talked about Kuang Mu's situation.

Nothing else was a big deal, except that Kuang Mu didn't eat well and didn't cooperate with the examination. He had a fever again and again. Until now, it was clear whether he had a bad cold or a stomach problem, and there was no way to further treat it.

After Dr. Qin went out, there were only two people left in the room. Kuang Mu sat on the bed with his head turned away, gasping for breath without saying a word.

Kuang Mu never needed any reason to be angry, Ji Xiaohuan didn't bother to figure out why he was angry, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, as if he wanted to make a call.

Kuang Mu glanced sideways at Ji Xiaohuan, seeing that he was about to go out the door again, Kuang Mu suddenly struggled to get off the bed, and reached out to reach for the water glass on the table.

Ji Xiaohuan stood close to the table, and quickly grabbed the water glass on the table.

He touched the temperature of the bottle body with his hand, and his fingers felt a piece of ice cold. Ji Xiaohuan frowned, turned around and added some hot water to Kuang Mu, and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Kuang Mu took the water glass from Ji Xiaohuan's hand, holding the glass with both hands, looking at the hot air at the mouth of the glass, he felt that his heart was also warmed.

He lowered his head a little deeper, sipping hot water in small sips, the water was a little hot, his mouth was red from the heat, and the tip of his tongue dishonestly licked the corners of his mouth, like a little hamster drinking water.

He said softly: "Stomach is uncomfortable... I don't want to eat alone, I can't eat."

Kuang Mu's feet moved, and he unconsciously shrunk himself up, wrapping himself in a white quilt and kneading himself into a small round bun.

He didn't look at Ji Xiaohuan, but pretended to be nonchalant and stared at the bed sheet in a daze, a blush crept up his neck and up to his ears.

Kuang Mu has a stubborn and arrogant personality, and rarely expresses his emotions so bluntly, but now his meaning is obvious.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't know whether he really didn't understand or deliberately didn't understand, he let out a laugh from his throat: "It seems that you are still not hungry enough."

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't come up in one breath, his heart felt uncomfortable when he was choked by Ji Xiaohuan's words, and his pretty brows were also wrinkled.

He is always like this, every time he sees Ji Xiaohuan, he is full of joy, but Ji Xiaohuan seems to be in trouble with him, one word can extinguish all his joy, like pouring ice all over his head The water is cold all over, but there is still a lonely but hot heart beating continuously.

Ji Xiaohuan took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Before Kuang Mu could react, he turned around and walked out of the room.

The door of the ward was closed again, as heavy as if it weighed a thousand catties.

Ji Xiaohuan left suddenly, Kuang Mu looked at the closed door and was completely stunned.

He put down the water glass in his hand, supported the bed with his hands and moved out of the bed a little bit, limped to the window sill, and looked down with his hands on the window sill.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the night in late autumn had darkened early. The road to the hospital was lit up, and many doctors and nurses came and went on the road in a hurry.

Not long after, Kuang Mu saw Ji Xiaohuan's figure.

No matter where Ji Xiaohuan is, he is particularly conspicuous, so that even at the height of the eighth floor, Kuang Mu still sees Ji Xiaohuan at a glance.

He walked quickly, as if he was in a hurry, and he seemed to be impatient to get out of the hospital.

Kuang Mu's arms were numb, and he couldn't stand up all at once.

Right now, his legs are hurting, his waist is sore, his stomach is still burning, and he doesn't feel comfortable anywhere, but before Ji Xiaohuan came, all these things were bearable, and now those discomforts seem to be uprooted The rhizome broke out from his body, making him restless.

Kuang Mu really didn't have the strength to walk back to the bed by himself, so he just leaned back on the sofa, and the swelling in his chest made him feel at a loss for a while.

He didn't understand what Ji Xiaohuan was doing this trip?

He came and left, saying that he was a bit perfunctory to say that he came to see him, but if he didn't want to come, he might as well not have come in the first place, besides...he didn't pester him to come.

In order not to think about Ji Xiaohuan these few days, Kuang Mu didn't even dare to turn on his cell phone at night, for fear that he would dial the phone directly with a shake of his hands.

This person is good, he didn't say a few words when he came here, hooked Kuang Mu's suppressed thoughts, turned his head and made a phone call, and left. Isn't this just torturing him.

What a bad guy.

Annoyed, Kuang Mu kicked the coffee table twice with his uninjured foot, and hit his thumb. The pain was so bad that he couldn't breathe, so he lay down on the sofa covering his feet, and buried his head in the pillow with red eyes , sucking his nose hard, feeling so uncomfortable that he didn't want to move.

Half an hour later, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Ji Xiaohuan walked in carrying two large paper plastic bags, and stopped when he saw the scene inside the house.

He saw Kuang Mu lying on the sofa in hospital gown, with his head loosely pillowed on the armrest, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, but when he heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes slowly opened.

His eyes looked at Ji Xiaohuan as if it was difficult to focus.

The ward was very dark, with a dim yellow night light on by the bed, Ji Xiaohuan rolled up his sleeves, put the two bags in his hand on the table, took out the lunch box and put it on the bed set it up.

The yellow light shone on Ji Xiaohuan's half-bright face, but it was extraordinarily gentle.

Ji Xiaohuan lifted the lid of the food, and a smell of food wafted out. Just from the smell, Kuang Mu knew that all the food Ji Xiaohuan bought was his favorite.

Kuang Mu's eyes turned red immediately, he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and turned his back to Ji Xiaohuan, biting his lower lip to control his desire to cry.

He felt that he was too worthless. If he cried under such circumstances, Ji Xiaohuan would definitely think he was very stupid. Just now he was angry and complained about Ji Xiaohuan, but now that they brought a few boxes of meals, he immediately became like this. Vice-virtue.

Isn't it just for a few boxes of meals?

But Mu is like this, if Ji Xiaohuan treats him badly, he will build a cold wall to trap his fragile self in it.

But if Ji Xiaohuan treats him a little better, those walls will collapse in an instant, without any defense or arrogance, and he will stick to Ji Xiaohuan's body softly and defenselessly, like Same as when I was a kid.

Kuang Mu has long realized that no matter how time passes, no matter what the relationship between Ji Xiaohuan and him is, his dependence on Ji Xiaohuan will not decrease by half, but will increase more and more, just like a weed with vigorous vitality. The burning in my heart is not exhausted, but it is getting deeper and deeper.

He knew that the Kuang family was sorry for Ji Xiaohuan, and he shouldn't pester Ji Xiaohuan any more if he wanted to save face, but he couldn't do it.

It doesn't matter if you say he is shameless, or you say he is obsessed with obsession, in short, Ji Xiaohuan can get closer to him, whatever.

"Eat." Ji Xiaohuan knocked on the table, turned around and said to Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu gave a low hum, and leaned on the sofa with his hands and straightened up with difficulty. His head was bowed and his hair was hanging in front of his forehead. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could hear him say in a strong nasal voice: "I'm going to wash my hands..."

So Ji Xiaohuan stood where he was, watching Kuang Mu limping to the bathroom without saying a word, his body clumsy like a dangling little penguin.

There was the sound of splashing water from the bathroom, and it didn't take long for Kuang Mu to come out, as if he had taken a bath, not only his hands were covered with water, but his face and forehead and hair were also dripping wet.

Ji Xiaohuan calmly turned his head and picked up the remote control on the table, and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner a little higher.

Kuang Mu's back injury is still not healed, and he can't sit on the hard bench for a long time, so Ji Xiaohuan motioned him to sit on the bed, and moved the dining table next to the bed up.

Kuang Mu walked up to him, raised his head and asked, "What about you?"

The dining table on the bed is small enough to be able to eat alone.

Ji Xiaohuan straightened the legs of the table before pointing to the big table next to him: "I'll eat there."

A drop of water rolled onto the tip of Kuang Mu's nose. Kuang Mu rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "It's unhygienic to eat in bed. I want to eat at the dining table."

There was a strong nasal voice in his voice, but his speech sounded a bit milky that didn't match his age.

Kuang Mu is a bit shorter than Ji Xiaohuan, he stands very close to Ji Xiaohuan, Ji Xiaohuan can see his big wet eyes even if he lowers his head slightly.

Ji Xiaohuan glanced back at him, then turned his head and said, "Okay, you can do whatever you like."

Ji Xiaohuan brought the food to the dining table again, picked up a portion of rice and put it in front of him, then put the small white rice porridge and soft noodle steamed buns into the Kuangmu bowl, and sat on the stool with a chopstick to start the dishes eat.

Kuang Mu went to the table and sat down and asked, "Is your hand still not healed?"

"Soon." Ji Xiaohuan responded without raising his head.

"Oh." Kuang Mu looked down at the food in a daze, and after a while he raised his head and asked, "Did you go out to buy food for me just now?"

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, where did these meals come from?"

Kuang Mu stopped talking immediately, his eyes were unconsciously bent, he held the porridge bowl with both hands, and sipped it.

Ji Xiaohuan has always been very careful in taking care of Kuang Mu, the meals he bought were all Kuang Mu's favorite and easy to digest, even the porridge he bought specially for Kuang Mu was so soft and rotten.

But Kuang Mu's stomach has been throbbing from time to time these days, and he has no appetite at all, and even starts to feel sick when he smells the food.

Kuang Mu tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart, and sipped the porridge in small sips. Every mouthful of porridge wished he could turn it back and forth on his chest to subside.

Ji Xiaohuan ate well and quickly, the porridge in Kuang Mu's bowl hadn't moved much, he had already put down his chopsticks and picked up a paper towel to wipe his mouth, watching Kuang Mu's movements like chewing wax, he frowned: "You drink porridge? "

The spoon stopped near Kuang Mu's mouth, and he could hear the displeasure in Ji Xiaohuan's tone very sensitively, Kuang Muen let out a cry, and stuffed the spoon into his mouth forcefully with his fingertips.

Ji Xiaohuan leaned on the back of the chair and chuckled lightly: "It's so easy to pass."

At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang, Ji Xiaohuan glanced at the screen of the mobile phone, quickly stood up holding the mobile phone, and walked to the window.

"What party?"

"Xiaoxiao, I may not be able to make it tonight, thank you for letting me know."

"Well, then I'll watch it when the time comes, you guys play, don't wait for me."

.......

Ji Xiaohuan's whispers reached Kuang Mu's ears from time to time, and when he came back after making the phone call, Kuang Mu was staring at him with big innocent eyes: "Do you have something to do tonight?"

"kindness."

"What to do?"

Another text message came to the phone, with a string of addresses on it. Ji Xiaohuan glanced at the phone, and instead of answering Kuang Mu's question, he asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Kuang Mu immediately picked up the steamed stuffed bun next to him and gnawed two big mouthfuls. His mouth was stuffed and he said, "No..."

Ji Xiaohuan nodded, his fingers were replying to the message, and he said casually: "Then eat quickly."

Kuang Mu stopped talking, he looked down at the food in front of him in a daze for a while, then looked up at Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan is still looking at his phone, and he doesn't know what he's looking at, but he doesn't even give Kuang Mu a look.

Kuang Mu clenched the chopsticks tightly with his fingers, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't stop thinking about it again.

Is Ji Xiaohuan chatting with that Xiaoxiao?

What is their relationship?

Kuang Mu suddenly thought of the day when he met two people sharing the same umbrella in the cafe, and he still doesn't know the relationship between Ji Xiaohuan and that girl.

If they were ordinary friends, then why did that girl ask Ji Xiaohuan to go out to play?

Thinking of this, a surge of jealousy emerged in Kuang Mu's chest, and he began to eat big mouthfuls. He didn't feel any physical discomfort at the moment, and what was even more uncomfortable was that the soreness in his heart was almost bursting his whole body. up.

When Ji Xiaohuan raised his head again, he immediately frowned.

He saw Kuang Mu sitting in front of the table, his mouth bulging and stuffed like a little hamster, he was holding a half-eaten steamed bun in one hand, and tightly holding the spoon in the other hand, his face was pale, and he swallowed with difficulty.

In the next second, Ji Xiaohuan stood up straight and snatched the steamed bun from Kuang Mu's hand.

With a dark face, he just opened his mouth and wanted to reprimand Kuang Mu, but before he could say it, he saw Kuang Mu covering his mouth with one hand, standing up with a snort, and stumbling into the bathroom.

Then there was retching and a hard coughing sound from the bathroom.

Ji Xiaohuan closed his eyes, feeling an indescribable dryness in his heart, he pressed the half steamed bun in his hand firmly on the table, and raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows.

After a while, he took a breath from his chest, turned around and went to the bedside table to pour a cup of hot water.

Kuang Mu ran too anxiously, the door of the bathroom was not closed tightly, Ji Xiaohuan went in directly with hot water.

Kuang Mu's illness has not yet recovered, and his body is very weak. He is supporting the toilet with one hand and covering his stomach with the other. His waist is arched and his forehead is covered with cold sweat. He vomits so much that he can't even stand upright.

Ji Xiaohuan put the water on the sink without saying a word, walked up to Kuang Mu and raised his hands to support his body, almost using a half-embracing posture so that Kuang Mu could lean on his arms for strength, Pat him on the back with your left hand to make him feel better.

It's not the first time Ji Xiaohuan has done these things to Kuang Mu, and he does them very well.

After Kuang Mu vomited, the tails of his eyes were very red, and his physical tears couldn't stop flowing down. He curled up in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, and leaned softly on Ji Xiaohuan's body.

Ji Xiaohuan lowered his head and saw that Kuang Mu was getting better, he released the hand supporting him in good time, took two steps back, and handed the hot water to Kuang Mu's mouth, with a neither cold nor cold expression.

Kuang Mu rinsed his mouth, spit out the water, took a few breaths and said, "Go out, I'm fine."

Kuang Mu just vomited, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound, and his body was also very uncomfortable, but his tone of voice refused to soften.

It's not that Kuang Mu didn't notice Ji Xiaohuan's momentary alienation just now.

Ji Xiaohuan is always like this, giving him some warmth, and then cruelly pulling away, leaving him alone to suffer a lot.

This cognition made Kuang Mu a little self-defeating. He thought that Ji Xiaohuan was taking care of him now, maybe out of sympathy, if the sick person was not Kuang Mu today, even if it was Zhang Mu, Li Mu, maybe Ji Xiaohuan would give alms some sympathy.

Kuang Mu straightened up and wanted to bypass Ji Xiaohuan to wash his face, and then he moved a bit, a sharp pain came from his waist, he immediately sucked in a breath of air, leaned against the wall, bent down with his hands on his waist Turned around, began to slide down the wall: "Uh..."

The pain was so sudden that Kuang Mu couldn't even tell whether it was back pain or stomach pain. He tried his best to suppress the pain with his hands, and his small body seemed to be cut off by himself.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, stepped forward in two steps, supported Kuang Mu's body with one hand, and touched Kuang Mu's forehead with one hand.

Kuang Mu's forehead temperature was normal, but a lot of cold sweat broke out from his forehead, which wetted his hair and stuck it to his head.

Ji Xiaohuan wiped the cold sweat off Kuang Mu's face, bent down and directly carried Kuang Mu on his shoulder.

Kuang Mu's body was limp, and he didn't have the strength to resist at all, so he let Ji Xiaohuan carry him up with a muffled grunt.

Ji Xiaohuan's left hand was not healed, and he didn't need any strength. He was able to hold Kuang Mu's waist with his right hand, but he carried him extraordinarily firmly, like he was holding a sack.

Kuang Mu is very thin, even if all the weight is on Ji Xiaohuan's body, it is not much heavier than a sack.

Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder was pressed against Kuang Mu's abdomen, and he could feel the ups and downs of Kuang Mu's abdomen, which was warm and soft, floating gently on his shoulder.

Walking to the bed, Ji Xiaohuan supported Kuang Mu's back, put him on the bed as gently as possible, and then picked up the pillow next to Kuang Mu's waist.

Under the dim yellow light, Kuang Mu's face was pale, his eyes were slightly closed and he was leaning against the head of the bed, biting his lip, his hair was scattered on the pillow, his eyelashes were trembling violently, the first collar of the hospital gown was tossed away at some point Now, the beautiful and delicate collarbone is exposed, and the small Adam's apple around the neck rolls and rolls, looking extremely weak.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned and asked, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Kuang Mu's mouth trembled, he clenched his mouth tightly and did not speak.

Ji Xiaohuan: "Still want to vomit?"

Kuang Mu turned his head sideways, with crystal sweat on his forehead, his lips trembled, and he nodded slightly, so uncomfortable that he didn't even open his eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned even tighter. He sat on the side of the bed, pulled Kuang Mu's limp right hand into his palm, sighed softly, and massaged the Hegu acupoint on the tiger's mouth for Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and after a while when he recovered, he opened his eyes and looked at Ji Xiaohuan.

The lamp by the bed just hit Ji Xiaohuan's face, making his brows and eyes more heroic. At this time, Ji Xiaohuan was sitting on the bedside, holding his hand and rubbing his acupuncture points vigorously. The slightest imposing manner is that his eyes are focused on Kuang Mu's hand, trying to make him feel better.

Kuang Mu's eyes were red, they were full of softness when looking at Ji Xiaohuan, but they seemed to be shining brightly.

He looked up and down at Ji Xiaohuan, as if he wanted to outline Ji Xiaohuan's brows and eyes vigorously, and wanted to remember the beauty of this moment forever.

But Kuang Mu couldn't keep his composure when he looked at him like this, the place Ji Xiaohuan touched just now was so hot that his heart was itching.

His fingertips moved, Ji Xiaohuan immediately turned his head, he stopped rubbing Kuang Mu's hand, and asked, "Is it better?"

Kuang Mu nodded.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to touch Kuang Mu's stomach again, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Kuang Mu nodded hesitantly.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to dig out the paper bag on the bedside table, and out of nowhere came out a pack of warm stickers. While tearing open the outer package, he asked Kuang Mu: "Why do you want to eat when you can't eat?"

Kuang Mu was silent for a while, and then thought of Fang Xiaoxiao's phone call: "Aren't you in a hurry to leave? I know you think I'm troublesome and want to leave early. It's not good for me to eat soon..."

Hearing this, Ji Xiaohuan tore off the warm sticker with a loud noise, then stuck the warm sticker on Kuang Mu's stomach, and said mockingly, "You are self-conscious."

Kuang Mu pursed his lips, fixed his eyes on Ji Xiaohuan's face, and did not speak.

Ji Xiaohuan was silent for a while, he put his hands under Kuang Mu's head, and helped Kuang Mu's body up a little.

Kuang Mu didn't know what Ji Xiaohuan was going to do, but obediently followed Ji Xiaohuan's movements and leaned forward.

Then Ji Xiaohuan picked up the white ointment on the bedside table, squeezed the ointment into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands to warm them, and directly lifted the corner of Kuang Mu's left waist.

A gust of cool wind blew across Kuang Mu's back, and goosebumps immediately arose on Kuang Mu's back. He guessed what Ji Xiaohuan was going to do almost instantly, and he straightened up in panic: "Don't..."

In the next second, Ji Xiaohuan's big hand was attached to his waist, and Kuang Mu was like a cat that had been touched to a fatal point, his body froze, he let out a muffled grunt, and his waist softened uncontrollably.

Ji Xiaohuan is tall and tall, almost holding Kuang Mu in his arms.

He rubbed Kuang Mu's waist with his hands. Even though the light was dim, Ji Xiaohuan could still clearly see the injury on Kuang Mu's waist. Last time in the warehouse, Ji Xiaohuan glanced at it hastily, but now he looked carefully. , Kuang Mu's back injury was much more serious than he thought.

Kuang Mu's skin is delicate and fair, and even a little scar looks very obvious. No one has given him medicine these days, and the congestion has spread and turned purple, almost spreading to Kuang Mu's entire waist, which looks thrilling.

Ji Xiaohuan closed his eyes, let out a breath from his chest, rubbed Kuang Mu's waist with more force, and said in a low voice, "I can really torment myself......"

Ji Xiaohuan hated Kuang's family, hated him so much that he wanted to kill Kuang Jinshan.

But no matter how much he hated him, he never touched Kuang Mu's finger.

Kuang Mu looks fair and clean, and his facial features are even more beautiful than girls, like a pear blossom with dewdrops on its branches. Even if he hangs quietly on the branch, it will cause people to worry whether he will be damaged by the wind or not. Who has the heart to touch him.

Kuang Mu looked sideways at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes were shining brightly, he gritted his teeth, leaned on Ji Xiaohuan's body with his soft body, and pressed his chin against the strength of Ji Xiaohuan's hand. On Ji Xiaohuan's shoulders, he raised his hands to hug Ji Xiaohuan's neck, and said with red eyes, "It hurts..."

Ji Xiaohuan glanced sideways at Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu's beautiful face was almost at his side, and the pleasant smell of milk from the neck entered his nostrils.

Ji Xiaohuan paused for a moment, and said two words in a calm voice: "Be patient."

Kuang Mu knew he was wrong, he bit his finger, lay on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder with tears in his eyes and did not speak.

Although Ji Xiaohuan spoke harshly, his hands subconsciously slowed down their strength. Kuang Mu's skin was like a piece of soft and smooth cold jade, gradually becoming warm under his hands.

Kuang Mu's face was originally flushed, but now the blush spread from his ears to his face, and his whole body was completely red.

The medicine became hot with constant rubbing, he was already very sensitive to Ji Xiaohuan's touch, but now it's even worse.

Because of Ji Xiaohuan's constant rubbing, Kuang Mu's waist was scorching hot, and gradually he found himself... felt...

Kuang Mu bit his fingers at first to suppress the cry of pain, but now it is purely to suppress the shameful voice in his throat.

Ji Xiaohuan could feel Kuang Mu curling up on him, trembling slightly, he thought it was pain, but seeing that the time was up, Ji Xiaohuan stopped what he was doing, patted Kuang Mu's waist and said :"alright."

With a blushing face, Kuang Mu straightened up from Ji Xiaohuan, supported the bed with his hands, lowered his head and moved his butt in the middle of the bed, for fear that Ji Xiaohuan would see his embarrassment.

But what Kuang Mu didn't expect was that Ji Xiaohuan stood up the next second, squeezed some ointment into his hand, turned around and grabbed Kuang Mu's ankle, and pulled it out.

Kuang Mu was about to pull the quilt to cover his waist, when he was startled suddenly, he hurriedly tried to break free from Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and shrank in desperately: "You, you...you What are you going to do?!"

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, looked at Kuang Mu condescendingly and said, "Give medicine to your feet."

This time Kuang Mu was not as obedient as before. He gritted his teeth and stepped back desperately, stammering, "I, my, my leg is healed! It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt at all. ..."

"Okay?" Ji Xiaohuan pressed his hand on the swelling of his ankle, Kuang Mu subconsciously groaned, and unconsciously hooked his toes.

"Did you call this good?" Ji Xiaohuan's patience was limited, and he was already impatient.

"I, I..." Kuang Mu propped his hands on the bed, his chest heaved violently, he was so at a loss, his hands were tightly clutching the sheet, his eyes were red like a rabbit, he was about to cry out.

What should I do.......

will be seen......