Substitute unspoken rules

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The clothes rubbed against the wound, causing Song Yike to shiver fiercely.

There was a bloody bite mark on the collarbone, as if he had just been conquered and brutalized.

Song Yike quickly covered the wound and took a few steps back, making Xin Shangzhi's movements involuntarily stagnant.

"Don't come here, please..."

Song Yike took a step towards the bathroom, and added: "I'm really cold, I want to take a bath!"

Not only was his body cold, but his heart was even colder.

Xin Shangzhi was silent for a while, and when Song Yi could disagree for him, Xin Shangzhi stopped wanting to step forward, and finally said in a sullen voice, "Okay... I'll wait for you here!"

Song Yike replied: "No need, you can take a hot bath yourself!"

"If you get in the rain, you will get sick!"

Song Yike had a pleading tone, he wanted to be alone for a while.

Xin Shangzhi was also extremely exhausted, Song Yike closed the bathroom door heavily, he couldn't see the expression on Xin Shangzhi's face clearly, but he felt that Xin Shangzhi's voice was hoarse and tired.

He didn't pay attention to what Xin Shangzhi was doing outside the door, he just put water in the bathtub, then stood under the shower and let the water splash on his head and body.

After a while, water mist filled the bathroom, and Song Yike stood there for a while, before hearing the sound of footsteps going away outside the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slowly took off all the clothes on his body, and dragged his tired body into the bathtub.

The water temperature was a little high, but he didn't take it into consideration, so he held back his breath and sat down.

The hot water soaked the wound, and the numb wound that had been irritated felt pain again.

Song Yike grabbed a handful of hair in resignation and let the hot water erode the wound on his collarbone.

The pain at the wound was followed by an indescribable pleasure. He felt that this was not enough, so he raised his hand and rubbed his collarbone fiercely like masochistic.

The stronger pain came wave after wave, allowing him to relieve the dull pain in his chest.

After repeated several times like masochistic, Song Yike finally stopped.

He didn't dare to look down, he knew that the scar must be ugly and dilapidated, just like the darkness in his heart without sunlight.

After a long time, Song Yike was drowsy in the bathtub, and he seemed to hear someone knocking on the door.

It was Xin Shangzhi's voice, but Song Yi could only feel his head hurting and sleepy, so he ignored it.

This was the first time he didn't respond to Xin Shangzhi because he was tired.

It is strange to say that Song Yike fell asleep in the bathtub in such a bad mood

Accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window and the sound of knocking on the door, the unstoppable drowsiness hits me one after another.

Finally, he fell asleep in the bathtub.

The bathroom door was locked, and when Xin Shangzhi knocked on the door, he could only hear the water dripping from the bathroom.

He called several times, but no one answered.He held back his patience and yelled a few more times, finally couldn't help it, kicked open the door of the bathroom, the glass above the door was vulnerable and shattered to the ground.

Xin Shangzhi stepped on the glass with bare feet and walked in.

The few seconds waiting for Song Yike to respond to him at the door seemed to last as long as a century, and the blood in his chest seemed to be frozen.

When he entered the door and saw someone lying in the bathtub, he didn't know whether he was asleep or unconscious, he finally panicked.

Song Yike looked haggard and pitiful, his face was reddened by the heat, but he still couldn't stop his tired look.

Xin Shangzhi approached the bathtub, and what he saw was red and swollen from rubbing, shocking tooth marks, and two small red spots on the fair skin on the upper side of the left collarbone.

At that moment, he just wanted to hug this person well, he just wanted to hug him well and kiss him well.

He really can't seem to let him be with someone else.

In that case, he would feel flustered, uncomfortable, and even distressed.

He cares too much, he doesn't like others touching the person in front of him, he can't imagine how to treat him......

Xin Shangzhi took a deep breath, slowly stepped into the bathtub with a painful expression, and gently hugged Song Yike.

The water in the bathtub has only a trace of heat left. If the weather is not cold, it will definitely be a temperature that can make people shiver.

After a while, the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose.

Xin Shangzhi casually tore off his wet nightgown, and found a good angle to pick up the confused Song Yike.

He went straight around the living room and brought him to the bedroom. Afraid that the moisture all over his body and wet hair would make people uncomfortable, Xin Shangzhi casually found a bath towel to wipe off the water droplets on Song Yike's body.

When he touched the collarbones on both sides, his hands trembled involuntarily.

After Song Yike packed up and took out the hair dryer to dry someone's hair, Song Yike opened his eyes in a daze.

Xin Shangzhi was a little at a loss holding the silk pajamas clumsily. This was the first time he did these things for a person with such care.

Fortunately, Song Yike only closed his eyes after humming a few times, and then he put on his clothes lightly.

Xin Shangzhi didn't have time to care about his wet hair, so he just wiped it casually with a towel, then put on a bathrobe, and hurried to the living room to find the medicine box.

Song Yike felt a tingling pain coming from his neck in a daze. When he was fully awake, he was awakened by a cold feeling on his neck.

When he opened his eyes in horror, he met Xin Shangzhi with a painful expression.

Song Yike's head hadn't reacted yet, he vaguely remembered that he was taking a bath in the bathroom, but now he was lying on the bed fully dressed.

He shrunk his neck which was being manipulated by Xin Shangzhi in shock, but due to his excessive movement, he touched the wound again, and he couldn't help "hissing".

Xin Shangzhi frowned and pinched Song Yike's chin carefully with his hands, and said with some pity: "Hey, don't move, it will be fine soon!"

Song Yike stretched her neck obediently, exposing all the wounds on her collarbone.

Although he had already seen the disinfectant alcohol and wound medicine in Xin Shang's hand, he still asked in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

Xin Shangzhi raised his eyes and did not speak. He continued to move his hands, and occasionally leaned forward and blew gently.

Song Yike, who watched the series of movements, was stunned for a while.

Looking at it, the eye sockets were extremely sour.My heart was inexplicably sad, but I felt numb for a while.

After applying the last bit of medicine, Xin Shangzhi carefully put the ointment on the bedside table, then leaned over to get closer to Song Yike.

He took a light breath, followed by twitching his nose, and said in a low voice, "A Song, I'm sorry!"

"Do I really hate..."

Song Yi didn't realize what Xin Shangzhi was saying, but he understood when he saw Xin Shangzhi's gaze resting on the bite mark on his collarbone.