After drinking the brown sugar water and taking a nap, Tang Qiqi finally felt resurrected.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark, but everything was quiet outside.

Tang Qiqi had just turned on the light when she faintly heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

The sound of keys rang out, and Qi Yan appeared at the door.

"You..." Tang Qiqi stopped talking when she saw the dust on Qi Yan's shirt, and looked him up and down.

Qi Yan was wearing a black casual outfit, and it was obvious that he had tidied it up, but his shirt and pants still had traces of dust.

"Did they fight?" Tang Qiqi frowned slightly.

Qi Yan is a mysophobe and it is impossible for him to have even a speck of dust on his body.

Although it was a rhetorical question, the tone was affirmative.

"Yeah." Qi Yan answered honestly.

But that’s all I can tell you.

Tang Qiqi didn't continue asking, but changed the subject.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"Still feeling bad?"

They both said it at the same time.

In the moment Tang Qiqi was stunned, Qi Yan raised the corner of his lips and asked again, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Tang Qiqi shook his head and asked as he took the item from Qi Yan, "What is this?"

"dinner."

The aroma from the bag hit him, and Tang Qiqi couldn't help but joke, "Does it provide accommodation and food?"

"Um."

It will last a lifetime.

After saying this, Tang Qiqi saw Qi Yan walking towards the room.

His hurried pace completely exposed his tolerance for the dirt.

After knowing each other for such a long time, Qi Yanru is just as his classmates say, not one who likes to meddle in other people's business.

It's rare to see him take the initiative to punch anyone. What's the reason for the fight today?

Suddenly, Tang Qiqi widened her eyes as if she thought of something, and the dark eyes that were looking at Qi Yan's room were no longer calm, as if a huge wave had risen.

A few minutes later, Qi Yan walked out of the room.

Tang Qiqi seemed to be eating, but his eyes were always fixed on the tall moving figure.

Just as Qi Yan was passing by the living room, Tang Qiqi suddenly called him, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Qi Yangang had just pulled out a piece of paper, but when he heard the shout, he put the paper back.

Tang Qiqi stood up, took out the medicine box he had just found, and sat on the sofa. "Sleeves."

Qi Yan didn't understand what was going on, but he still cooperated by rolling up his sleeves.

A whole area of ​​bruises suddenly appeared on the arm, and further up, there were several bloody scratches on the arm.

Tang Qiqi's grip on the medicine box tightened slightly, "Is the other party armed?"

"I don't know." Qi Yan replied.

He felt no pain and had no idea when he was injured.

Compared to the time when I was a child, this is not a big deal.

Tang Qiqi pursed her lips and started to deal with it by cutting it from the top.

"Seventh brother." Qi Yan suddenly called out.

From this angle, you can just see the long and curled eyelashes of the person with lowered eyes, which flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

He looks incredibly handsome when he's serious and focused.

Watching how lightly the cotton swab touched the ground with each stroke, the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously.

It feels so good to be taken care of by her.

"Hmm?" Tang Qiqi stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

"Were you often injured before?"

Tang Qiqi was stunned at first, then realized that Qi Yan was curious because she saw how well she treated the wound. She nodded and said, "No serious injuries, just bumps and bruises are commonplace."

She was disobedient, and the more the man tried to restrain her, the more rebellious she became.

"fight?"

"Yeah." Tang Qiqi thought of what Xue Sui had said before and added, "But he didn't transfer because of a fight."

Having good grades does not mean you are a model student.

I still can't forget the scene when the teachers from various subjects burst into tears when they learned that she was going to transfer schools.

Qi Yan only focused on the first sentence, "Why fight?"