I was stunned by his sudden move, and it took a few seconds to react, and my body suddenly became hot, and I hurriedly pulled the quilt to block it.

"Don't move!" He slapped me on the back of my hand, causing me to retract my hand.

He carried the box in front of him, lifted the lid, and I realized that it was a medicine box, full of bottles and cans.

Song Cheng picked up a bottle and frowned at the dense words on it, like a serious and studious student. He is a big young master, he is used to being pampered, how can he know what these medicines are for, and he even reads a book.

I pulled out a white bottle from it and handed it to him: "This." ”

Song Cheng's expression froze, and he glared at me fiercely: "If you want to talk more, I saw it just now." ”

I threw the blue bottle back into the box, took the white bottle in my hand, unscrewed the lid and poured it into the palm of my hand.

"Hey, cotton swab," I pulled out the swab box and handed it to him.

His face was stinky, he knew it, he was so verbose, and then he took a cotton swab in his hand and dipped it in some potion and rubbed it on my face.

He doesn't have a weight in his hand, and a cotton swab in his hand is even more difficult to deal with than Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick. My face was already hurting, and it hurt even more when he poked and pounded me like this.

But looking at his clumsy and serious look, I was afraid that if I hummed, he wouldn't let me punch me.

Gritting my teeth and enduring the pain, I felt embarrassed at first, after all, the two of them were naked, sitting on the ** face to face, how weird they thought.

But as time passed, I could only hear his slight breathing, and his face was a cold potion, and I couldn't help but look at him secretly.

In fact, Song Cheng is very handsome, with a high nose bridge, well-defined contours, and two eye sockets that are slightly concave, making the eyebrow bones very prominent, and it looks a bit like a mixed race.

He pursed his lips slightly, staring at my face very nervously, as if the matter of taking the medicine had become very sacred, it almost made him feel like he was facing a great enemy, and even his eyebrows were piled together.

I was still staring at his face, but then somehow, my mind began to drift away, looking at his warm eyes, and the tip of my nose suddenly felt pantothenic.

When I was seven years old, it was a watershed moment in my life, starting with my mom's suicide and my dad's hacking to death, and I remember everything very clearly, but before that, all memories were like missing.

I don't know if my parents hurt me so much at the time, and they were so distressed to see me hurt a little.

But I remember that since I followed He Jin, no matter where I fell or where I hit it, no one seemed to care about me.

I always shut myself in the room, gritted my teeth and hugged my knees and sat on the **, silently comforting myself that it would not hurt after a while.

Song Cheng's hand rubbing the medicine paused, I felt it keenly, and looked at him strangely.

He was stranger than me, his eyes moved from his fingers to my face, and his eyes widened and he said, ", moved to cry?" ”

I was dazed for a moment, and when I saw the drops of water on his fingers, I couldn't help but raise my hand to wipe my face, and found that I had just shed tears.

"Oops, hey, your hands!" He grabbed my wrist anxiously and pulled my hand down, "I just wiped it, what are you touching it." ”

He grumbled, and suddenly came to my face, opened his mouth and blew slowly into my face.

My scalp was numb for a moment, and I felt a hot breath crawling down my cheeks all over my body, and every pore on my body opened comfortably, with a little weird tingling, and I clenched my fists uncomfortably.

Song Cheng didn't notice it, and dipped some medicine again, trying to rub the wound on my body.

I immediately came to my senses and hurriedly raised my hand to stop him.

"What's wrong, I'm sorry?" He raised an eyebrow playfully, his eyes falling on my chest, his gaze full of disdain.

I know he's going to hate me again.

"No, it's this." I picked a bottle again and handed it to him, "The one just now is swelling-reducing, and this one has a good effect on removing stasis." ”

His face froze for a moment, and he probably wanted to turn his face when he looked at the posture, but in the end, he **: "There is a lot of nonsense." ”

Grabbing the bottle from my hand, he slapped me on the buttocks: "Get on your stomach." ”

I lay on the ** sheet in embarrassment, my cheeks buried deep in the pillow, pretending I didn't know anything.

He smeared plaster on his hand, his palm was hot, rubbed on his waist, with a little itchy feeling, my whole body was hot enough to boil an egg.

Suddenly, his ridiculous voice came from behind him: "Tsk, it's just a medicine, what do you think of something unsightly?" ”

I hurriedly shook my head: "I didn't." ”

"No?" He slapped me on the waist, "Not as red as you are?" ”

I was ashamed and silent, my hands clutching at the pillow, my fingertips curled together.

The wound on the back was plastered, he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, grabbed my thigh with the other, turned me over directly, and lay on my back on the **.

"Yikes!" I screamed in shame, my hands scrambling to grab something.

He sneered, threw the pillow over my head, and mocked, "Go to your shrunken turtle!" ”

I hurriedly grabbed the pillow and put it on my head without hesitation, concentrating on being my turtle.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, it was cold, and a layer of goosebumps slowly crawled on my arms.

I didn't feel anything when I was lying on the ** just now, but I felt uncomfortable when I was lying on my back at this time.

There is no clothing to cover the body at all, and my heart is very unsteady. Especially when his warm palm was attached to me, I jerked and my body couldn't help but tremble.

Song Cheng's breathing was also a little heavier, and he scolded: "! ”

Then I heard his voice go down.

I removed the pillow and saw him running to the bathroom on tiptoe, the bottle of plaster thrown on the **.

I picked up the bottle and medicated the rest of the wounds, and when I put on my bathrobe, Song Cheng came back with a stinky face, as if someone owed him hundreds of thousands.

Finding that I was looking at him, he coughed lightly: "What are you looking at?" Get out of the way. ”

I hurriedly rolled into the **, leaning against the wall, making a lot of room for him.

He threw the box on the carpet, stepped up with his feet, and wrapped the quilt directly around his body.

The room was so cold that I got goosebumps all over my body.

I didn't dare to grab the quilt with him, and said, "Song Shao, can you give me some quilts?" ”

Song Cheng snorted: "Get out of here." ”

I rolled over, lifted the corner of the quilt, and slowly slipped in. I didn't dare to touch him for fear that he would dislike him.

"Why are you so rubbing?" He snorted, grabbed my hand and tugged at him, then pressed it against something hot.

I screamed "ah" in fright, and hurriedly withdrew my hand.

"You try again." His eyes widened, and I shrank my neck in fear, and my hands felt as if they were burned with a soldering iron.

"Give me a touch!" He pulled me over and pressed half of my body against me, "You brought this on yourself!" ”

I didn't know how to do it, he squeezed my hand and taught me, I held back the shame, my body was like a fire, I was so embarrassed, every second was like torture.

Song Cheng vented out and fell asleep contentedly.

"Song Shao?" I shouted, and when I saw that he didn't move, he should be asleep.

Picking up my clothes from the floor and changing them, I gently pushed open the door and went straight to the bathroom on this floor to wash my hands.

The palm of the palm is like being contaminated with a virus, it is hot, and I have used hand sanitizer several times in a row to feel a little more at ease.

I was pressed into the bathtub by Song Cheng just now, my hair was wet, and now it was still dripping with water, and the makeup on my face was gone, and the slap print was even more miserable.

Frowning at the person in the mirror, I couldn't believe it was me.

Sighing slightly, I came out of the bathroom and was about to leave, when I suddenly heard an uncertain voice: "Shen Youyi?" ”

I shook violently as if I had been electrocuted.

When I turned around and saw the familiar figure at the door of the men's bathroom, my heart suddenly beat violently and irrepressibly, and I swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva nervously, and suddenly became mute.

"Is it really you?" Yang Fan walked over with a smile, "I thought I was wrong." ”

"Yes, it's me, hello." I stammered hello and sweated in my palms.

Yang Fan is my junior high school classmate and my ...... First love.

I can still remember that the candy he brought from home was very sweet, and the cake made by his mother was very fragrant and soft.

At that time, He Jin was crippled, lying on the ** half dead, in order to be able to see Yang Fan every day, I insisted on going to school, until one day, He Jin heard his news from others.

He got angry and called our homeroom teacher.

Yang Fan is the top student in the class, and the unlucky one is of course me. In the first half of the third year of junior high school, I was expelled from school.

Since then, there has been no talk to him.

I was still thinking about the past, Yang Fan walked towards me, and when he saw my face, he suddenly froze: "Who are you?" ”

I just remembered the injury on my face, and suddenly I was in a mess, and I hurriedly raised my hand to cover my face, and said in a panic: "No...... It's nothing...... A bit of an allergy ......"

"Oh." He nodded, "Why are you here?" ”

"I ...... I came over with my friends to sing......" I panicked and lied subconsciously, "What about you?" ”

"Me too, college classmate. Why don't you call your friends and we'll be together? He greeted me warmly.

"No, no, my friend she recognizes." I refused without even thinking about it, and I was very nervous.

"That's right." Yang Fan grabbed his hair, "Then leave a number, I will be free in the future." ”

I couldn't ask for it, so I quickly took out my mobile phone and saved his mobile phone number, and my heart was as sweet as stealing a jar of honey, and there was a little sour and astringent pain.

"I'll go first, we'll talk when I'm free." He winked at me, took two steps and waved back at me.

I was about to explode with excitement, my face was hot, and I heard a voice next to me whisper: "Liar." ”

I was startled, and hurriedly turned my head, only to see Song Cheng running out without knowing when, lazily leaning against the wall.

He stared at Yang Fan's back with interest, and I knew that he didn't have good words as soon as he opened his mouth. Yang Fan hadn't gone far yet, and I was afraid that he would hear it, so I raised my hand and covered Song Cheng's mouth at once.

Song Cheng choked suddenly, his sharp gaze was projected on me, he suddenly opened his mouth, bit on the palm of my hand, and scolded: "You are looking for death!" ”