Sitting on the bed, Tang Qiqi sighed again and again. She felt that she had almost finished sighing, but the person in the bathroom didn't come out for a long time.

Why did it take so long to get in there?

Thinking of this, Tang Qiqi jumped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

After two unpleasant experiences in the toilet, Tang Qiqi didn't dare to rush in.

As soon as I knocked, the door opened.

Half-open?

When Tang Qiqi realized this, the door was already half open.

His hand was still in the position of knocking on the door, but his eyes were fixed on the person with his back to him exposed.

Hearing the sound, the boy slowly turned around...

Tang Qiqi: "..."

She had never seen such a self-conscious door in her life!

The scene of the handsome man bathing appeared without any warning, and all the cells in Tang Qiqi's body exploded completely when his eyes moved downwards uncontrollably.

A blush suddenly spread across his face. He stood there for a few seconds and was about to turn around when a large scar on the boy's thigh came into view.

It doesn't look like a knife wound or a burn. It's impossible to tell the cause of the injury from the surface, but it's not difficult to see that the scar has been there for a long time.

In the past, Qi Yan would only take off his shirt at home and always wear trousers.

I didn't expect it was because of this.

But where did this injury come from?

Tang Qiqi, whose attention was successfully diverted, never noticed the person walking towards him.

He didn't look away until he felt something emitting heat in front of him.

"Seventh Brother, do you need…"

"No need!" Tang Qiqi interrupted the other party abruptly regardless of what he wanted to say.

I turned my back to the bathroom, reached behind me and was about to close the door when my hand suddenly touched something soft.

There's warmth, and a... bulging feeling?!

After realizing that he had touched something he shouldn't have, he tried to withdraw his hand as if he had been electrocuted, but it was pulled back.

The young man took a step forward, bent down slightly, and whispered in Tang Qiqi's ear, "You can continue, I don't mind."

"Just like you just now, you took the initiative to lift my clothes and move all the way up..."

Whether intentionally or not, every breath the boy exhaled hit Tang Qiqi's sensitive neck. It was as if an electric current passed through her whole body, and her legs felt a little weak.

Tang Qiqi suddenly discovered that the familiar fox had returned.

"You can also go to..."

Before he could utter the last word, Tang Qiqi quickly turned around, covered his mouth, and pushed the person in and closed the door while holding his breath.

Where else could she go? Just the unspoken word made Tang Qiqi's face flush red and her breathing difficult.

After calming down on the bed for a while, the bathroom door was finally opened.

Tang Qiqi subconsciously looked at Qi Yan's thighs, and he was still wearing a pair of trousers.

Trying hard to forget the incident that just happened, Tang Qiqi asked when someone sat down next to him, "How did you get that thigh injury?"

Qi Yan was slightly startled, and frowned as if he thought of something.

When he spoke, his tone was calm and calm, "I fell."

With just two simple words, the life and death experience was downplayed.

"How long ago?"

Qi Yan didn't answer, but turned his head to look at Tang Qiqi, "Seventh Brother, do you really remember? Does it hurt? When did you hurt your neck?"

Three questions in a row attempt to avoid the issue.

Tang Qiqi was almost certain, "Was it the injury ten years ago?"

The gaze that was averted for a second, the thin lips that moved but did not speak.

These reactions have already given Tang Qiqi a good answer.

Thinking of the boy who had fallen in the rain, Tang Qiqi's heart was gripped tightly, and the pain made her breathing stop for a moment.

She reached out and gently hugged him, her voice choked with sobs, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." He answered without hesitation.

pain.

But at that time, what hurt more was my heart.

As his eyes gradually lowered, a painful memory was revealed.