Rival says he loves me

It's hot.

Freshly boiled water.

"Give me your hand," Wu Wei grabbed Fang Jiayao's arm and unscrewed the water pipe, "Where is it hot?"

"Waist." Fang Jiayao frowned, covered his left side, and pointed to the head of the bed, "There is medicine in it."

"Drench in cold water first." Wu Wei lifted up Fang Jiayao's clothes with one hand, and frowned, "Go to the bathroom."

Fang Jiayao wanted to say no, but he couldn't open his mouth in pain, so Wu Wei walked to the bathroom on his back.

Fang Jiayao's is a one-person apartment, all the space is designed to be compressed, and the bathroom is naturally compact and small. Aside from the white porcelain bathtub against the wall, there is not much room for people to stand.

The cold stimulation pierced his waist, Fang Jiayao supported the edge of the bathroom with both hands, half kneeling on the ground, the skin on his waist was tense.

Revealing that part of the pure black tattoo.

"When you were in school, did you write?"

"It is."

Wu Wei distracted Fang Jiayao while talking, "Where were you in Jinxiang in high school?"

"Qingyu." Fang Jiayao frowned slightly when he mentioned this place.

"That's a coincidence, but I haven't seen you before, so it's strange, bear with me for a while," Wu Wei went to the refrigerator to get a can of cold beer, opened it and poured it on Fang Jiayao's waist, "I'll take you to the hospital later .”

"No, it's not serious," Fang Jiayao's waist felt relieved now, he felt cold when the boiling water first touched his skin, but now he feels pain.

"If you think about it seriously, I have to call you a senior." Wu Wei put his hand on his waist, his hand was very light, and looked at the red skin extending all the way down, "What about the bottom? Is it hot?"

Actually it was burning, but Fang Jiayao shook his head.

Fang Jiayao simply felt that it would be more serious if Wu Wei saw the matter.

"It's not serious down here," Fang Jiayao pulled down the clothes that Wu Wei had been holding up all the time, "I'm sorry to trouble you." Fang Jiayao sat on the bed, found a plaster by the bedside, and called Wu Wei again. Wei came over, "I invite you to drink coffee."

"Change to Tsingtao beer, it's fun." Wu Wei saw that Fang Jiayao's feet were also red, and he stretched out his hand to hug him, and Fang Jiayao stopped him, "I really can't afford to owe you any more. Get out by yourself."

The two of them stayed in the bathroom for a full half an hour, and Fang Jiayao had a big blister on his waist, and the rest of the place was just red, not a big problem.

Wu Wei's brow was sweating, and after making sure he was fine, he pulled up a stool and leaned on the hard back, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"It's hot, I'll take a shower, call me if I need anything," Wu Wei walked to the door of the bathroom without looking back, and said, "Please help me find some clothes later."

Outside the window, the sound of rain was getting louder, knocking on the glass with a crackling sound, and the sound of rain was mixed with the noise of the shower.

Fang Jiayao opened the door of the cupboard, put the calfskin in the bottom of a pile of clothes, and covered it with a few clothes that he didn't often wear, before sitting on the bed by himself.

He was wearing three-bar sweatpants, and when he pulled it down, he could see that the inside was also flushed. The bathroom was bustling, Fang Jiayao took advantage of this time to change into a pair of pants, and helped Wu Wei prepare a cold drink after the hot bath.

After finishing the work, he started to look at the foggy glass in the bathroom, and he could vaguely see a figure. Wu Wei's figure was unmatched among Fang Jiayao, and he lost his mind when he saw too much.

So Fang Jiayao turned his gaze to the street lamp outside.

When Wu Wei came out braving the heat, he wrapped himself in a bath towel, "I'll lend you one to wear."

Fang Jiayao threw the prepared one over.

It's a pure black letter sweater and sweatpants, very casual.

"Thanks."

Wu Wei did not avoid people, changed his clothes in front of Fang Jiayao, with a half-wet towel hanging around his neck, saw the steaming coffee on the table, moved towards Fang Jiayao, turned around and drove away. From the fridge, I brought out two cans of beer.

"Hot, it's fun to drink this." Wu Wei has long fingers, and Fang Jiayao enjoys watching him pull the ring, and his eyes drift up unconsciously from time to time.

Such an outstanding individual, what can he think of himself.

"Who did you think you met at the bar?" The hoodie that Wu Wei was wearing was bought by Fang Jiayao and had been left unused since he was a child. You could just see his collarbone under the neckline.

Wu Wei held the can and took a sip, "If you don't want to talk, just pretend I didn't ask and just tell something happy."

Wu Wei still cared about that matter.

Fang Jiayao's mood swings are rare, and once he does, he will be very concerned.

"One was young, we used to be together, but we broke up later." Fang Jiayao said lightly, Wu Wei stuffed his coffee cup when he wanted to drink.

"Drink something hot to nourish your stomach." Wu Wei buried his body in the chair, with his legs resting on the end of the bed, "Do you miss him?"

Fang Jiayao stared at Wu Wei and answered, "If I want him to die, I also want to, so let's count."

"Let me take a look at your waist," Wu Wei's topic jumped quickly, and he was satisfied with the answer he asked, and the rest didn't matter.

It is enough to know that Fang Jiayao doesn't have this person in his heart now.

"It's blistering." Fang Jiayao picked it up after a while and looked again. There was a pustule on his waist, surrounded by blood red.

It just looks scary, but it's not serious.

Putting down his clothes, Fang Jiayao opened a can of beer for Wu Wei and continued drinking, "Leave me alone, enjoy yourself, I'll cook something for you, what do you want to eat?"

Wu Wei played with the small aluminum ring of the soda can on his mobile phone, and thought about it seriously, "Then you can fry whatever you want, and I will eat whatever you want."

Fang Jiayao got up and went to the refrigerator to get vegetables, Wu Wei grabbed his left arm, and he said, "Thank you."

Then I felt that there was a small ring on my ring finger.

Wu Wei withdrew his hands, leaned on his legs and shook the chair, lowered his head to play with his phone, "I'll see you later."

The author has something to say: Wu Wei: Just propose to anyone.