Qi Fangyan's movements were very fast, and he rushed to the door of the bathroom in two steps and slammed the door open.

The door crumbled under the strength of his hand and slammed against the wall.

The light in the bathroom was bright, the floor was in shambles, the washing rack with toiletries was overturned, and the bottles and cans on it fell to the ground, shattered and scattered.

Song Sining was wiping his body, the off-white pajamas were lifted up, his hand poked into the hem of the pajamas, revealing a smooth and smooth back, and the large white and tender skin was facing Qi Fangyan, reflecting the light like a mirror under the illumination of the light.

Qi Fangyan was stunned for a moment.

Song Sining was also stunned, he had just accidentally knocked over the shelf, and before he could recover from the earth-shattering movement, he heard the sound of the door slamming behind him, accompanied by the air conditioning and cold air floating in from outside the door, he suddenly realized that Qi Fangyan had broken in.

The exposed skin was blown by the cold air and began to burn badly, Song Sining reacted, his ears instantly burned red, he hurriedly put down his hand, pulled off his pajamas, held the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, and asked in a strong voice: "Why did you come in?" ”

Qi Fangyan ignored Song Sining, he frowned and looked at the broken things, gasped twice, stuffed the cigarette case in his hand back into his pocket, stepped forward and took out the towel in Song Sining's hand and threw it on the sink, pushing Song Sining outside.

"I haven't wiped my face yet." Song Sining hurriedly said.

Qi Fangyan stopped the movement of his hand and didn't make a sound.

Song Sining could feel the displeasure on Qi Fangyan's body, which made him feel a little weak for no reason, he was like a child who made a mistake, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he lowered his voice and said, "I can't sleep without washing my face........"

Qi Fangyan took a deep breath, turned around patiently, put the towel in the water and rinsed it twice, wrung it out and wiped Song Sining's face.

"And the neck .......," Song Sining added in a low voice.

Qi Fangyan wiped Song Sining's face, and then directly transferred to Song Sining's neck.

He was not gentle at all, the particles of the towel shaved Song Sining's cheeks coldly, and the white veil on his eyes was messed up, as for the skin on Song Sining's neck was more delicate, and the places where he had wiped it were flushed with red marks, which looked very dazzling on his pale skin, as if he had been brutally abused.

Song Sining bit her mouth and endured the pain, a little aggrieved, and didn't want to say a word.

After wiping, Qi Fangyan pushed Song Sining to the side of the bed, Song Sining was angry, and did not raise his hand to let Qi Fangyan carry him to the bed as usual, he supported the bed with one hand and wanted to come by himself, but when he raised his foot, the bone in his ankle jerked violently, Song Sining's throat snorted in pain, and he didn't know whether to lift it up or put it in pain for a while.

Qi Fangyan's eyes were quick, he grabbed his feet, and slowly put Song Sining's feet on the ground.

Song Sining's hands and feet were cold, Qi Fangyan felt that he was holding a piece of ice, he frowned and asked Song Sining, "You didn't soak your feet?" ”

Aunt Hu specially instructed Qi Fangyan that Song Sining's left leg was injured and could not suffer from the cold, so he had to soak his feet every day, otherwise Song Sining would have leg pain and would not sleep well.

Song Sining turned his head away, his chin was pursed very tightly, and he ignored him.

Qi Fangyan looked at him for a few seconds, his brows furrowed even tighter, he didn't ask again, but turned around and went into the bathroom again, and after a while, a basin of steaming hot water came out.

"Clubbing." Qi Fangyan said.

Song Sining's throat trembled and wanted to pull up his pants, but he couldn't bend down because of the pain in his back, and he couldn't lift up because of the pain in his legs, and he couldn't do anything like a waste person.

In his frustration, a hot water bottle was placed behind his waist, and then his pants were pulled up to his knees, and his ankles were held.

Song Sining's feet had never been touched, and when he was touched by someone's hand, he trembled, let out a snort in his throat, and his feet subconsciously retracted, but the force in Qi Fangyan's hand did not allow him to retreat.

"Don't move." Qi Fangyan said.

The strength of the two people briefly confronted for a while, Song Sining propped up the bed with both hands, biting her lip tightly, and then put her feet into the hot water according to Qi Fangyan.

The temperature of the water was slightly hot, but it was not as hot as the hand that Qi Fangyan held on his ankle.

Song Sining's toes curled up shyly, and the basin of hot water seemed to pour down from his head, boiling his blood.

Qi Fangyan's hand holding his ankle slowly released and stood up.

Song Sining hung his head, and it took a long time to recover, and his consciousness gradually gathered, and he felt the heat spread to the bones that were about to freeze on his body, dispelling the pain on his body.

Song Sining slowly loosened her tight waist, feeling that the breath that was blocked in her heart just now was also warmed by these hot gases.

Song Sining's foot soaking time is not short, more than ten minutes.

Qi Fangyan stood aside and waited, until the water began to get cold, and then he bent down and wrung out the towel.

Song Sining heard the movement and guessed what Qi Fangyan was about to do, his feet subconsciously wanted to hide, but his fingers grasped the sheets, trying to keep his feet in place, acting more naturally.

After all, it's just a foot wash, which is normal........

Sure enough, Qi Fangyan grabbed his ankle with one hand, and then lifted his foot out of the water and put it on a towel.

Song Sining's feet are very good-looking, even more delicate than a girl's feet, with round toes and crystal nails, but because of long-term inactivity, she has become pale and thin, like a white gardenia that is about to lose, wilting and hanging in Qi Fangyan's palm.

The towel wiped Song Sining's feet, this time Qi Fangyan's strength was much lighter, a little itchy, and it seemed to be rubbed in Song Sining's heart, disturbing his heart and itching.

The itch that he couldn't scratch made his head dizzy, and he couldn't control what he could say.

"Qi Fangyan ........"

"Yes."

"Do you hate me?"

Song Sining's voice was clear and moist, with an imperceptible cautious temptation, and when he asked this sentence, his toes tightened nervously.

Qi Fangyan wiped Song Sining's left foot, held his other ankle, and said, "What do you say?" ”

“.........”

Song Sining listened to Qi Fangyan's cold voice, and a little soft and heavy fall just floated in his heart.

He knew the answer.

He felt like he was humiliating himself.

At this time, Qi Fangyan asked rhetorically: "What about you?" You probably hate me too. ”

According to Qi Fangyan's character, he wouldn't ask this question, but he suddenly thought of the scene where Song Sining helped him speak this afternoon, so he asked curiously.

Not to be outdone, Song Sining gritted his teeth and said, "I hate you too." ”

Qi Fangyan was calm, didn't even raise his head, wrung out the towel and asked, "Hate me, why did you help me talk today?" ”

Song Sining's heart hurt and felt uncomfortable, and those angry words blurted out without even thinking about it: "I don't speak for you, in case they replace you, how can I call you?" ”

Qi Fangyan nodded casually, Song Sining's feet were wiped off, and he walked into the bathroom with a basin of water.

There was the sound of pouring water in the bathroom, and the sound of Qi Fangyan washing his hands.

Song Sining was unwilling, and asked loudly at Qi Fangyan's back: "Qi Fangyan, I said this, why aren't you angry?" ”

Qi Fangyan turned off the faucet and said in a flat tone: "There's nothing to be angry about, I already knew." ”

Song Sining was stunned for a moment, he tilted his head and sat on the bed helplessly, the corners of his mouth were hooked up with difficulty, and his voice trembled and asked, "....... You already knew? What do you know? ”

"Young Master Song had a car accident, his eyes couldn't see, his leg was broken, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to find someone to torture him, which is normal."

Qi Fangyan turned around and shook off the water in his hand, looked at Song Sining and said with a smile: "It's just unfortunate that this unlucky guy is me." ”

-

The bedroom door closed, leaving Song Sining alone in the room.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and it was long past the time when Song Sining should have gone to bed, but Song Sining sat on the bed motionless.

I had just soaked my feet in hot water, and I should have put them in the quilt to keep warm, but Song Sining's feet were hanging down on the side of the bed, and they were blown cold by the cold wind of the air conditioner, even colder than before.

Song Sining propped up the bed with one hand, and stood up with difficulty on his right foot.

He leaned against the wall with one hand, groped forward with the other, endured the sharp pain in his left leg, and staggered to the desk.

There was a cabinet under the desk, locked.

Song Sining's hand touched the bookcase on the side twice, and he found a key in the gap between the two books, he inserted the key into the lock and opened the cabinet.

The contents of the cabinet are neatly arranged, and there is a picture book in the center.

The painting book has been used for a long time, and the cover is stained with the marks of various brushes, Song Sining reached into the cabinet with both hands and groped twice, his fingertips trembled when he touched the painting book, and then carefully took out the painting book.

He turned the first page, and it was a sketch.

The painting depicts a green and dense wheat field, a young man riding a motorcycle on a country road as the sun sets about to set.

The young man's face was sharp, his hair was dyed with silver, his hair was unkempt by the wind, and the studs on his ears were shining, and he drew the unbridled edge of his body with a few strokes.

Song Sining held the painting, and her pale fingertips gently stroked the young man's face.

He seemed to have stroked it a thousand times, and the tip of the pencil was blurred, and even now he couldn't see it, his fingers could still fall precisely on the man's handsome face.

The page is turned backwards, and there is the appearance of a teenager with a slight tilt of his neck when he drinks water, the appearance of a teenager smiling when he laughs with his friends, and the appearance of a teenager who is full of spirit when he wins the game........

And many, many more.......

This whole picture book, hundreds of paintings, all of them are him.

Song Sining's fingers were forceful, he lowered his head and hugged the sketchbook tightly in his arms, so hard that his shoulders were trembling, and suddenly his head rested on the sketchbook, and his mouth hooked up and laughed.

In fact, Qi Fangyan said it wrong, every sentence was wrong.

It's not unfortunate that this unlucky guy is Qi Fangyan.

But it was a coincidence that this unlucky guy could only be Qi Fangyan.