lake garden moon

In the bedroom, Kang Zhier sat on the beige couch, listening to the gentle and low sound of water flowing from the bathroom.

Elvis was running him the bath water in the bathroom.

Suta and Lan'er brought over his daily necessities and clothes, and after sorting them out, they left the bedroom.

Kang Zhier sat upright, quietly looking around Elvis' bedroom.

This should be regarded as the second time he entered Elvis' bedroom after he became an adult, and he might stay here temporarily for a few days, or a week.

The layout of the bedroom was not much different from what Kang Zhier remembered, it was just as open, bright, tidy and clean.Apart from the new furniture, the only thing that is different from when I was a child is that there is an adult male atmosphere here.

Kang Zhier noticed that although Elvis would use the study room on weekdays, he also placed a writing desk and a sofa for resting in the brightly lit part of the bedroom.

On the table in front of the sofa is a beautiful enamel vase, which contains the same flowers as those in Kangzhier's bedroom.

Kang Zhier was concentrating on observation, when he suddenly heard the bathroom door open.

He turned his face away and saw Elvis coming out of the bathroom.Kang Zhier noticed some inconspicuous water stains on the home clothes on his body.

When the eyes of the two met, they were silent for a few seconds in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Elvis interrupted the silence.

"Take a shower."

Kang Zhier looked at him, nodded slightly dull, and agreed, "Okay."

Then, Elvis walked towards him from the bathroom door.When he came to the front of the sofa, he quietly bent down slightly and stretched out his arms towards Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier put one arm on the back of his shoulder, and hugged his shoulder - he had never done this action before, and Elvis made him from unfamiliar to proficient in just one day.

Elvis wrapped his arms around his back, moved his hands under his knees, and lifted him slightly upwards, and Kang Zhier was suspended in the air.

When Elvis picked him up smoothly and surrounded him with young arms and muscles, Kang Zhier felt that he suddenly became smaller and lighter.

At the same time, there was a low-pitched echo in his body.

As soon as Kang Zhier entered the bathroom, he smelled water vapor.

Elvis put him on the chair in front of the long vanity and went out to help him bring in the towel and pajamas.

Kang Zhier sat on the chair, turned his body to the sink, and saw his face in the bright mirror.

His face looked like some impressionist work, blue and purple, and there was a small wound on his forehead cut by glass.

Kang Zhier hadn't looked in the mirror all day, stroked his cheek with his fingers, and couldn't help saying: "It's so ugly."

Immediately, he recalled the scene in the ward.

No wonder Elvis kept staring at his face when he came in, probably because he was also frightened by these scars.

While he was gazing at his face intently, Elvis came in from outside with his changing supplies. Seeing his actions, he stopped at the door of the bathroom.

Kang Zhier's eyes meet him in the mirror.

"It's okay, it will heal slowly." Elvis comforted him.

After speaking, he went in and put away his clothes.

When Elvis came back, Kang Zhier sat quietly on the chair, staring at Elvis all the time.

He didn't know that he looked like a kitten waiting for its owner at this moment.

Elvis came over, knelt down in front of him, and said to him, "Take a shower."

"Oh."

Kang Zhier murmured in response, as if he heard it, but his body didn't move, his hands were folded on his lap, stuck in his thoughts.

At this time, Elvis was squatting in front of Kang Zhier - from this angle, he could clearly see Kang Zhier's downcast eyes and sunken lips.

"Xiaozhi," Elvis reminded him patiently, "you have to take off your clothes before taking a shower."

After he finished speaking, Kang Zhier raised his eyes and looked at him helplessly.

Elvis looked at him for a moment, put his hands on his knees, slowed down his tone, looked at him and said, "Don't be nervous, just treat me as your nurse."

The warmth from Elvis' palm has weight.

Kang Zhier raised his arms slowly, Elvis grabbed the hem of his clothes, carefully avoiding his wounds, and helped him take off his shirt.

Followed by his socks, trousers, and underwear.

They carried out this step silently, as if they were completing a silent operation.

After taking off his clothes, Elvis picked up Kang Zhier, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

There is a small washstand in the bathing area with delicate handmade soaps on it.

Elvis washed his hands and began to help Kang Zhier wash his face.His left hand was gently placed on Kang Zhier's shoulder, and his right hand held a warm wet towel, avoiding the scars and bruises on his face, and gently wiped his cheeks.

Because his ankle was also injured, Kang Zhier rested his right leg on the edge of the bathtub, raised his left knee slightly, and sat in the bathtub in an unrefined posture.

The light in the bathroom made Kang Zhier's naked skin a little pale, he sat in the bathtub, his eyes didn't blink for a long time, and he watched Elvis closely.

Contrary to him, Elvis hardly raised his eyes to look at him, did not hold back any emotions, just silently and focused on rubbing his body, applying body wash, and then picked up the shower to rinse off the foam on his body.

No one in the bathroom spoke, only the sound of bath water flowing quietly.

When Elvis approached and cleaned Kang Zhier's lower body without distraction, Kang Zhier was completely silent, this kind of intimate behavior made him exude a certain shyness.

He felt an uncontrollable shudder in his shoulders, which lasted until Elvis finished cleaning.Until the end, his cheeks were still slightly hot.Elvis didn't change his face, still focused and focused.

Finally, after the body was washed, Elvis stopped and murmured, "It's over."

After speaking, he immediately got up to get a bath towel.

Kang Zhier put his hand between his arms, stopping his movement.

Elvis came back to his senses, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kang Zhier put his hands back on the edge of the bathtub, drew his elbows together, pursed his lips slightly, and told him, "Elvis, I forgot to wash my hair."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elvis's expression was fixed on his face, as if processed frame by frame in slow motion, the calmness in front of him gradually disappeared.

At this time, Kang Zhier realized something.

It turned out that Elvis was not as calm and composed as he seemed.

After that, Elvis helped Kang Zhier take a shower, took a bath towel to dry his body, and then wrapped him up with a bath towel.

Sitting in front of the sink outside, Elvis took something to moisten his dry cheeks according to Kang Zhier's instructions.When applying cream for him, his fingers touched Kang Zhier's lips.

Afterwards, he helped Kang Zhier dry his hair.After everything was settled, he carried Kang Zhier back to the bedroom.

After putting himself on the bed, Elvis straightened up, and Conchier noticed that his clothes were almost completely wet.

"I'm going to take a shower," he straightened his sleeves and told Kang Zhier, "If you need anything, you can call me, or you can call downstairs."

"Okay," Kang Zhier nodded slightly as he looked at him, and then added, "Please, Elvis."

Elvis shook his head silently, then turned and walked to the cloakroom.

Kang Zhier kept following his back, watched him walk to the entrance of the cloakroom, subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes and wanted to take off his wet top.But halfway through the action, he froze there.As if remembering something, he put his hands down and walked into the cloakroom as if nothing had happened.

After Elvis walked into the bathroom, Kang Zhier sat on the bed, slowly turned his head, looked at Elvis' bedroom with inquiring eyes like a small animal, and then quietly moved his feet under the quilt.

In the long second half of the night, the daytime painkillers lost their effect, and the pain in my body came back again.

At three o'clock in the morning, Elvis was woken up by the faint sobbing around him.

He woke up from a deep sleep and saw Kang Zhier with his back turned to him, his body collapsed in the darkness.

Elvis leaned over to Kang Zhier, put his hands on his shoulders, and shook his shoulders lightly.

"Xiaozhi, what's the matter?"

Kang Zhier curled up under the quilt, heard his voice, pulled off the quilt slowly, and exposed his face.

He answered Elvis with a breathy voice: "Elvis, it hurts..."

Elvis reached for his face and touched the tears.Immediately, he put his hand back on Kang Zhier's shoulder, held his arm and made him slowly turn around to face himself, lowered his head and asked him, "Where does it hurt, Xiaozhi?"

"My whole body hurts," Kang Zhier answered him inarticulately while breathing intermittently, "Headache, chest pain, hand pain..."

Elvis fetched a tissue from the bedside table, helped him wipe away the tears on his face, and then put his thumb against his forehead, rubbing it lightly, trying to relieve his pain.

"It's okay, it won't hurt anymore."

Elvis' comfort and warmth relieved Kang Zhier's pain, and he leaned close to Elvis in the dark, putting his cheek on his body.

Elvis lay back on the bed, and after a moment of silence, wrapped his arms around him.

When Conchier hugged Elvis' body, with his cheek against Elvis' shoulder and neck, he felt a calm and gentle warmth.This was undoubtedly his greatest consolation in the frail and helpless night.

"Elvis," he murmured while hugging Elvis, "so the injury hurts so much."

Elvis held him in his arms, put his palms against his back, and comforted him softly above his ears: "Don't worry, it won't hurt when you wake up."

Time flowed peacefully and silently, Kang Zhier's soft elbow pressed against Elvis' heart, and the river of consciousness gradually calmed down.

Outside the garden, the breeze blows the branches and the shadows of the trees dance.

Kang Zhier leaned against the slow and warm heartbeat, his breathing approached a constant speed, and gradually fell into a state of deep sleep.