The fishing beauty became popular after tearing up the script of the vase

After Fang Qiao left, the dormitory became much quieter.

Song Baiyi turned around slowly, looking down at the marks on Cheng Zhi's arm that Fang Qiao scratched just now, his eyes were filled with distress.

His originally fair and delicate forearm now had a few dark red marks out of thin air, which looked a bit shocking and at the same time gave people a sense of incongruity.

In such a beautiful place, these things should not have appeared in the first place.

In an instant, Song Baiyi suddenly put Cheng Zhi's injured arm in front of him.It was connected with the photo of the injured forearm that Cheng Zhi showed him before, which can prove Cheng Li's domestic violence.

There are similar red marks on the same fair and beautiful arm.

It is hard for Song Baiyi not to associate these two things.

He sighed, gently stroked Cheng Zhi's injured forearm with his fingers, and then asked slowly.

"Does it still hurt?"

Song Baiyi's fingers were quite warm, and when his fingertips lightly stroked Chengzhi's delicate and sensitive skin on his forearm, it gave him a tingling feeling of being charged.

Cheng Zhi couldn't hold back, and let out a groan.

Then he slowly approached Song Baiyi, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and subconsciously said coquettishly.

"Well, it hurts..."

In fact, Cheng Zhi doesn't hurt at all now.

Although Fang Qiao's hand was heavy just now, it hurt a little at the beginning.

In addition, his arm was not scratched by Fang Qiao, so the painful discomfort quickly dissipated.

Now the arm is as if it has never experienced anything, without any feeling.

If it weren't for the dark red scratch marks on his skin, Cheng Zhi would have forgotten that his arm was slightly injured.

Cheng Zhi originally wanted to say that it didn't hurt.

But when he saw Song Baiyi looking at his wound with distressed and loving eyes.

Cheng Zhi suddenly felt that it wasn't too much to sell Song Baiyi a little bit now... it shouldn't be too much.

Really, just a little bit is fine.

Thinking like this, Cheng Zhi's grip on Song Baiyi's clothes gradually became stronger.At the same time, he was not honest enough to hold the corner of his clothes with his hand, shaking it slightly from side to side.

Song Baiyi was not very able to withstand Cheng Zhi's soft-spoken and coquettish behavior.

After realizing that Cheng Zhi was still restlessly using his slender and beautiful fingers to tickle the corner of his clothes like a kitten.

Song Baiyi couldn't stand it anymore.

Cheng Zhi's fingertips were slightly pink, and they were scratching at his black shirt. The strong color contrast was very eye-catching.

Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and stared at Cheng Zhi's fingers without moving.

After a while, he calmly removed his gaze from Cheng Zhi's fingers.

Then Song Baiyi took a deep breath to stabilize his inner emotions.

He looked at the wound marks on Cheng Zhi's hands, and then spoke slowly.

"In the paper bag I gave you before, there were disinfectant and bandages. Where did you put them? Let me help you treat the wound."

Cheng Zhi suppressed the emotion in his eyes, then hummed, "It's in the closet, I'll get it for you."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Zhi just wanted to lift his feet and walk towards his locker to get the paper bag, but was stopped by Song Baiyi.

Song Baiyi stood in front of Cheng Zhi, preventing him from doing anything else.

Just like that, the distance between the two was shortened, and Cheng Zhi once again smelled the fragrance of Song Baiyi.

Cheng Zhi's Adam's apple slipped slightly, seeing that Song Baiyi would go forward by himself, he tilted his head and asked in doubt.

"What's wrong, Teacher Song?"

Song Baiyi looked down at Cheng Zhi with a gentle tone.

"Just tell me where it is, and I'll get it for you."

When Song Baiyi gave the reason, Cheng Zhi's actions visibly hesitated for a moment.

He paused, and then said: "It's okay, Mr. Song, I'll just get it myself."

Seeing that Cheng Zhi wanted to evade, Song Baiyi frowned slightly and explained.

"But you are injured now, don't run around, just sit on the bed and wait for me."

Cheng Zhi:?

What he hurt was his hand, not his leg, so what if he just took two steps? ? ?

Thinking like this, Cheng Zhi lowered his head silently, and then glanced at the marks on his forearm that were about to disappear.

Forget it, don't evade it anymore, if you evade any more, the marks on his hands will disappear.

Cheng Zhi looked away from his forearm, raised his head and looked at Song Baiyi.

There was no light in the room, but a little light came in from the window.

From Song Baiyi's point of view, the person in front of him was looking up at him, Cheng Zhi's slender and thick eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes like a fan.

In the next second, Song Baiyi watched the shadow shake up and down.

Cheng Zhi blinked, and said to himself, "The paper bag is inside the cabinet, and my cabinet is the one farthest from the door."

Song Baiyi's eyes darkened, he hummed, and only after Cheng Zhi sat on the bed and waited for him did he feel relieved and went to the cabinet to get the paper bag.

Cheng Zhi's closet was very empty, except for the paper bag and shoes that Song Baiyi gave him earlier, there was nothing else.

After Song Baiyi took out the paper bag, his gaze stayed on the pair of shoes for a while.

Then he slowly looked away, put the bag on the table, and began to take out the things that needed to be used from inside one by one.

He took out the medicine from the bag, and asked Cheng Zhi in a casual manner.

"Why don't you wear the shoes I gave you before? Don't you like them?"

Hearing Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhi rubbed his ears unnaturally, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

Cheng Zhi felt that those shoes were too expensive, so he didn't plan to wear them at all.Even when he took the shoebox to fool Cheng Li, he had done a long time of mental construction.

Such a good-looking shoe box is not cheap at first glance.So when he gave it to Cheng Li, Cheng Zhi also felt distressed for a long time.

Cheng Zhi swallowed, and then answered Song Baiyi, "Aren't I... can I still wear my current shoes?"

Song Baiyi's hand holding the cotton swab tightened slightly, "If you can still wear it, can't you change to new shoes?"

Cheng Zhi felt that what Song Baiyi said made sense, but he didn't want to practice it yet, so he continued to make excuses for himself.

"It's my... well, habit. If the shoes I'm wearing now aren't dirty or broken, I won't buy new ones."

Afraid that Song Baiyi would continue to question him, Cheng Zhi took the lead and continued.

"I really like the pair of shoes you gave me, Mr. Song. Next time I have a chance... I will definitely wear them."

Hearing Cheng Zhi's words, Song Baiyi asked hesitantly, "Really?"

Cheng Zhi nodded frantically, "Yeah, really."

"Okay." Song Baiyi lowered his eyes, took out iodophor cotton swabs and bandages from the paper bag, and walked towards Cheng Zhi.

"You said it yourself."

After speaking, Song Baiyi walked up to Cheng Zhi.

Cheng Zhi pushed his quilt away, made room for Song Baiyi, and motioned him to sit down.

Cheng Zhi looked at Song Baiyi's right hand holding a cotton swab, and with the other hand, he unscrewed the jar containing iodophor.

On the ring finger of Song Baiyi's right hand, the bow tied on by him has not been undone, it is no different from last night.And the wings of the bow tie were still rising and falling with the movements of his fingers.

It looks lifelike, really lively and lovely.

Then Cheng Zhi couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch the little butterfly on Song Baiyi's finger.

Song Baiyi was a little dazed by his actions, he was taken aback, and then spoke slowly.

"You like it very much?"

Reminded by Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhicai took back his hand on Song Baiyi's ring finger.

Then he hummed, and answered Song Baiyi's question just now.

"Quite like."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Song Baiyi put the lid on the iodophor, and then reached out to support Cheng Zhi's forearm.

"If you like it, I'll make one for you later."

Cheng Zhi nodded in response, stretched out his arm in front of Song Baiyi, and let him perform the disinfection operation.

Because it has been a while since Fang Qiao grabbed his forearm just now, and the only few traces left just now have disappeared and are almost invisible.

There is absolutely no need for any wound treatment.

But the two of them tacitly agreed, and neither of them raised the question of needing to apply iodine.

Cheng Zhi saw that Song Baiyi was applying iodophor on his wound by relying on his feeling.

He looked at his forearm that was as white as before, and fell into a deep silence.

Last night... when he helped Song Baiyi treat the wound on his finger, it seemed to be similar to now.

It was a situation where it was about to be healed after treatment later, but the iodophors and bandages were still resorted to.

Those who didn't know thought it was a broken hand, but in fact, strictly speaking, the place to be treated couldn't even be called a wound.

"..."

Forget it.

There is cheap and no bastard.

Thinking like this, Cheng Zhi watched as Song Baiyi disinfected his forearm with iodophor, and then took the bandage from the side.

Then Song Baiyi cut off a long piece of bandage, put it on Cheng Zhi's arm and gestured.

Song Baiyi's movements were light, but the skin on his fingertips would still touch the inside of Cheng Zhi's forearm from time to time.

The bandage was a little cold, and when it wrapped around Cheng Zhi's arm, he couldn't help shivering.

Cheng Zhi subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But when he saw Song Baiyi was concentrating on studying how to tie a bow with a bandage.

He still endured his subconscious movements and let Song Baiyi operate on his arm.

Maybe because he thought he was a little nervous, Song Baiyi's movements of helping Cheng Zhi wrap the bandages seemed a little inflexible now.

After a while, after making sure that the bandages covered Cheng Zhi's injured area just now, all of them were covered with bandages.

Song Baiyi carefully prepared to tie a bow for Cheng Zhi as the finishing touch.

Looking at Song Baiyi's actions, Cheng Zhi found it very interesting for no reason.

His expression was very serious, as if he was dealing with some difficult problem, and every step was rigorous and cautious.

And strive to keep improving, so that every detail is meticulous, and there will be no problems before proceeding to the next step.

Although the expression is serious, the movements of the hands are a bit clumsy, and one detail has to be corrected many times.

Cheng Zhigang wanted to remind Song Baiyi that the bow tie made in this way has no soul.

Then in the next second, Cheng Zhi saw Song Baiyi take his hand away, and a loose bow appeared in front of him.

Well, it really doesn't have a soul, and it feels like the butterfly will be sent in the next second.

The corner of Cheng Zhi's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to comfort Song Baiyi, saying that it's okay, we can hit him a few more times.

Before he had time to speak, he saw Song Baiyi raised his head and looked at the bow on his forearm, his tone a little complacent.

"How is it, not bad?"

In order not to hurt the self-confidence of the person in front of him, Cheng Zhi hahas twice and then perfunctorily said to Song Baiyi.

"Well... yes, it's pretty good."

The mistake was that he would have agreed to let Song Baiyi tie a bow on his arm :).

After his work was affirmed by Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi smiled unconsciously.

"Really? As long as you like it."

"If you like it, then I can help you play a few more in the future."

Cheng Zhi hummed twice, and after looking at the unknowable ball in his hand that was not worthy of being called a bow, he silently prayed in his heart that he would not get hurt again in the future.

Because every time he is injured, he will have a bow mutation.

After admiring his own work with satisfaction, Song Baiyi lowered his head and began to pack the medicines that had just been put aside.

Seeing that Song Baiyi didn't pay attention to his side anymore, Cheng Zhi felt relieved.

Then he raised his forearm to study the bow that Song Baiyi had just tied on, and started to save the knot with his other hand.

Song Baiyi's playing is not complicated, it may be because the process of playing is too careful, causing the upper and lower parts of the bow to exchange half of each other's positions, and it becomes four different.

Cheng Zhi didn't untie it, but manipulated it with one hand again, intending to rescue the mutated bow.

Because of the angle, Cheng Zhi couldn't reach it with one hand, so he subconsciously put his arm close to his mouth, and bit the corner of the bandage with his teeth to assist in the operation.

Just when he was about to finish the operation, Song Baiyi suddenly turned around and saw Cheng Zhi's movements.

After realizing that Song Baiyi turned around, a feeling of being caught doing something bad suddenly came to Cheng Zhi's heart.

He was stunned, and his first reaction was to take his arm away.

But Cheng Zhi didn't realize that there was still a small half of the bandage in his mouth, and when his arm was pulled away, the bandage also fell apart due to pulling.

From Song Baiyi's point of view, Cheng Zhi's eyes were a little watery, and he was looking at him innocently at this moment.

Because of raising his head, Cheng Zhi's smooth neck curve was vividly displayed in front of him.

One end of the bandage was bitten by his teeth, and the red color on his lips became more vivid against the white bandage.

And the other end of the bandage was still vainly wrapped around his arm.

The next second, Cheng Zhi seemed to realize something, and quickly loosened his bandaged teeth.

At the same time, he stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lower lip.

The two colors of red and white are matched together at the same time, giving Song Baiyi a bit of a visual impact.

His Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and then his hand shook.The iodophor that I was holding firmly in my hand just now spilled out, and it just landed on Cheng Zhi's shoes.

Cheng Zhi looked down at his shoes, most of the original white areas were now stained with the yellowish-brown characteristic of iodophor.

There was silence in the room.

After a while, Song Baiyi covered the iodophor in his hand and put it on the table.

Then he turned around and took out the pair of shoes he gave him from Cheng Zhi's cabinet, bent down and placed them at Cheng Zhi's feet.

Song Baiyi raised his head and looked at Cheng Zhi, then asked cautiously.

"Your shoes are dirty, can you wear the shoes I gave you now?"

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The author has something to say:

Teacher Song will become more and more proficient in playing butterflies with Cheng Zhi in the future. (Especially when he tied Cheng Zhi's two wrists together