When Fang Bingqing saw the things in Wen Ci's hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What? Injured? ”

"Hmm."

Wen Ci said this, raised his hand and lifted his shirt.

The strong muscles instantly met Fang Bingqing's eyes.

"Wen words, talk is talking, why are you taking off your clothes?" Fang Bingqing subconsciously turned his face away.

"How do you stick it if you don't take it off?"

Wen Ci turned around, and his lean and smooth back was exposed in front of Fang Bingqing.

Fang Bingqing slowly turned his head back, and there was an area on his back in front of him that was flushed with purple blue.

The area is not large, and it is not serious to look at.

At least for a martial arts practitioner like them, this injury is too normal.

"How?" Fang Bingqing moved over in small steps.

Seems to think of something.

"Duan Jinqian?"

During the afternoon discussion, Duan Jinqian kicked the back of Guo Wenzi.

However, looking at this injury, Wen Ci should have avoided part of the force at that time.

"Hmm."

Wen Ci handed the plaster in his hand to Fang Bingqing.

"You bought this specifically?"

No matter how you look at it, I feel that the temperament of Wen Ci and the plaster don't match well.

"Sister Jing gave it."

"Oh."

Fang Bingqing carefully tore a corner of the plaster.

"Does it hurt?"

“…… OK. "Warm words.

Fang Bingqing curiously touched the bruise on Wen Ci's back with his index finger.

The subtle touch suddenly made Wen Ci's body stagnate.

"Are you sure you want to post it? This plaster smells great. Fang Bingqing made the final confirmation.

Such a small bruise will go down after two days, and there is really no need to apply medicine or plasters or anything.

"Hmm." Wen Zi nodded.

Since the injured people had said so, Fang Bingqing had no choice but to help with this.

The plaster is very good, and it will be done with one tear and stick.

"That's it!" Fang Bingqing smoothed his 'masterpiece' with his palm.

"Hmm, thank you."

Wen Ci was finally willing to put down his clothes.

"It's so late, you're still busy?"

Fang Bingqing saw Wen Ci's gaze fall on his laptop.

"Well, revised."

After speaking, I heard a mobile phone ringing not far away.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and then realized that the bell was coming from the opposite side.

"Your phone." Fang Bingqing reminded.

"Hmm."

Wen Ci reluctantly got up and touched the 'injury' on his back through his clothes.

"Good night, get ahead of your day."

"So are you." Fang Bingqing leaned over to give way.

*

After closing the door again, Fang Bingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't imagine that Wen Zi, a big man, still cherishes his body."

Fang Bingqing thought secretly.

She hadn't been so delicate when she first practiced with her master.

But...... This guy is in really good shape......

As soon as this thought was revealed, Fang Bingqing was frightened by his own thoughts.

"Wake up!" Fang Bingqing smashed his head with a mouse.

"As a law-abiding and strict female college student in the new era, how can I ...... How can you covet other people's bodies?!!! ”

Thinking like this, Fang Bingqing closed the word document on the desktop and re-called the code box.

However, as she typed on the keyboard, the eight-pack abs in Wen Zi's chest came to mind from time to time......

"It must be too sleepy, my brain is confused."

Fang Bingqing found such a perfect excuse for himself.

"Yes, after a day of classes, I was physically and mentally exhausted. Sleep sleep~"

Fang Bingqing muttered as he closed his laptop.

Then as soon as the lights were turned off, I pulled the quilt and covered my head and forced myself to fall asleep.

……