Chapter 88 The Warmth Delivered by the Assassin

When Fang Che sneaked back to cell 307, his heart was still pounding.

He had just touched the bed when a voice came from the darkness:

"Where did you go?"

Fang Che was startled and turned his head to see that Qi had already sat up, looking like a statue in the dim light.

"Seventh Brother isn't asleep yet?" Fang Che chuckled dryly. "He had diarrhea and went to the toilet several times. There's definitely something wrong with this food..."

“You smell of blood,” Qi interrupted him.

Fang Che's heart tightened, and he touched the back of his hand, where the splatter had splashed when Li Hanzhou smashed the railing.

“Oh, this,” he said, raising his hand, “the toilet was too dark, I bumped into the door frame. Seventh Brother has a really good nose.”

Qi didn't speak, she just stared at him.

The air was quiet.

Fang Che was thinking about how to make up a story when Qi suddenly got out of bed and walked up to him.

Fang Che then noticed that Qi Zhi was wearing a vest, and his prison trousers were hanging loosely, revealing the distinct muscle lines of his upper body.

"What's wrong with his mouth?" Qi's gaze fell on his lips.

"Biten't I?" Fang Che blurted out.

Qi squinted and reached out...

I pressed my thumb against his lower lip and rubbed it.

“This mosquito,” Qi said in a low voice, “has pretty even teeth.”

"Maybe... they're imported mosquitoes?" Fang Che said, forcing a smile. "A Thai breed, they're quite aggressive."

Qi looked at him for a few seconds, let go of his hand, and turned back to bed.

"sleep."

Fang Che quickly climbed into bed and wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

He had his back to Qi, so he didn't see it...

After lying down, Qi looked at the fingers that had touched Fang Che's lips, and then turned over.

I didn't see the thin, middle-aged man on the upper bunk by the window silently curl the corners of his mouth in the darkness.

The next day, the reveille echoed throughout the prison.

Fang Che got up, and the pain in his waist worsened.

I didn't sleep well last night; my dreams were filled with Li Hanzhou's hands and Qi's eyes.

The other prisoners in the cell gradually got up.

As the thin, middle-aged man passed by, he paused, his gaze sweeping over Fang Che's face and lingering on his slightly swollen lips.

“The new guy,” he said in a hoarse voice, “slept quite ‘busy’ last night?”

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Fang Che smiled and said, "Busy! Fighting a mosquito for three hundred rounds! Big brother, look how swollen my lips are, that mosquito must have practiced!"

The laughter grew even louder.

"Mosquitoes?" The bald man licked his lips. "What kind of mosquitoes only bite the mouth? Let me see if they've bitten anywhere else."

He reached out his hand as he spoke.

Just as Fang Che was about to dodge, a tall figure blocked his way.

It is seven.

Qi glanced at the bald man.

The bald man's smile froze, he awkwardly withdrew his hand, and muttered as he walked away.

The tall, thin man gave Qi a deep look, said nothing, and carried the basin out.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Qi, "Seventh Brother, I owe you one more time. I'll treat you to barbecue, as much as you want."

Qi looked down at him, her gaze then falling on his lips: "Has the swelling gone down?"

"There's still... a little bit left..."

Qi didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out.

Fang Che quickly followed.

The cafeteria was noisy.

Fang Che got his food and saw Qi sitting in the corner, surrounded by empty space.

He walked over and sat down.

"Good morning, Seventh Brother."

Qi glanced up at him, then lowered her head and continued eating.

Fang Che rummaged through his porridge and bread, muttering, "This porridge is so good you could see your reflection, and this bread could build a wall. Seventh Brother, shouldn't we complain about the food and ask for it to be improved?"

Qi ignored him.

Fang Che shrugged and buried his head in his food.

I had only taken a few bites when a piece of aloe vera was handed to me.

Fang Che was slightly taken aback, then looked up and met Qi's face.

"To reduce swelling." Qi placed the aloe vera next to his plate.

Fang Che was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening...

Qi thought his mouth was really bitten by mosquitoes, so she found some aloe vera for him.

His heart stirred slightly.

This assassin... is kind of... cute.

"Thank you, Seventh Brother!" Fang Che picked up the aloe vera, his eyes crinkling with joy. "Seventh Brother, you're so thoughtful."

Qi's face was expressionless, but the tips of his ears seemed a little red.

"Eat quickly."

"Okay!"

Not far away, Li Hanzhou had just entered the cafeteria when he saw this scene.

He stopped in his tracks.

Fang Che smiled brightly at the tall man, who handed him aloe vera. The atmosphere between the two was... subtle.

Li Hanzhou's fingers tightened, almost crushing the edge of the plate.

He recognized the man; he was the most dangerous of the new prisoners.

Jiang Kun's people.

How could A-Che be so close to him?

Li Hanzhou's heart sank.

He forced himself to look away and found a corner to sit down, but his eyes never left Fang Che.

Fang Che didn't notice Li Hanzhou.

His attention was drawn to the entrance of the cafeteria—

Another batch of new prisoners was brought in.

One of them...

Fang Che's pupils contracted slightly.

Lu Che.

Lu Che also saw him, and their eyes met.

Lu Che nodded slightly to him.

Fang Che immediately looked away and lowered his head to eat, but his heart was in turmoil.

Lu Che is in jail?

How could it be so fast?

Qi noticed Fang Che's gaze, followed it, and when she saw Lu Che, her eyes flickered slightly.

Another Chinese person.

And the way Xiao Che looked at that person... was strange.

Qi recalled that during exercise time yesterday, A-Che stared at the back of a prisoner and even praised him, saying, "He's quite handsome."

Now they're keeping an eye on this newcomer.

Qi looked down at his own physique.

Should it... meet the standards?

He recalled the instructors' casual conversation at the training camp, saying that some people just like men, especially good-looking ones with good physiques.

Xiao Che kept staring at the man and kept moving closer to him.

Seven's thoughts drifted away.

Could it be that Xiao Che is...?

The way he looked at Fang Che subtly changed.

During outdoor playtime, the playground is noisy.

Fang Che leaned against the fence, glancing at Lu Che out of the corner of his eye.

Found it.

Lu Che was standing next to the basketball court, talking to a Thai prisoner.

Fang Che hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

As he passed Lu Che, he paused slightly and lowered his voice, "How did you get in?"

Lu Che didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on the distance: "The plan has changed. Jiang Kun has noticed, so I have to come in and keep an eye on things."

"About Brother Li..."

"I know." Lu Che glanced at him. "You've lost weight."

Fang Che was taken aback, not expecting him to say that.

Then, remembering how Lu Che had used Li Hanzhou, her expression turned cold.

"It's none of your business."

Lu Che smiled wryly: "Are you still blaming me?"

"What do you think?" Fang Che sneered. "I'll remember this scheme against Brother Li for the rest of my life."

"Fang Che, there are some things..."

"I don't have time to listen to your explanations." Fang Che interrupted him. "I'm just warning you! Don't take advantage of Brother Li again. Otherwise, even if you're a policeman, I'll never forgive you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lu Che watched him walk away, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

This little guy is more protective of his own than I imagined.

It's also more troublesome.

He could only watch Fang Che leave.

From the shadows, Alai took in everything.

He hid in the shadows of the stairwell, his eyes cold.

Just who is this Ah Che?

I had just gotten close to Qi, and now I'm meeting this new Chinese guy in private.

Although I couldn't hear those few words clearly, their relationship was obviously unusual.

Just how many things is Ah Che hiding?

Alai clenched his fist.

He needs to investigate.

I took a shower tonight.

The prison showers are communal, and although the cubicles have curtains, they are very basic, with drafts coming from both above and below.

As soon as Fang Che entered, he attracted a lot of attention.

Those gazes seemed glued to him, filled with desire and scrutiny.

Fang Che had seen plenty of things in bathhouses in Northeast China in his previous life, but being stared at by so many men still made him feel very uncomfortable.

He forced himself to go inside, hoping to find a corner to rush through.

At that moment, a tall shadow loomed over him.

It is seven.

Qi stood next to him and glanced around expressionlessly.

Those gazes, meeting his muscular physique and icy eyes, immediately withdrew.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Seventh Brother."

Qi didn't say anything, but gestured with his chin for him to follow.

The two walked to the innermost corner of the shower room.

This is a good spot; there's a wall on the left and a curtain separating the two sides on the right.

Qi pointed to one of the cubicles.

Fang Che crawled inside and drew the curtain.

Seven stood outside, like a door god.

Fang Che felt a slight warmth in his heart.

This assassin may seem cold on the outside, but he's not a bad guy at heart.

He took off his clothes and turned on the water.

He couldn't get the wound on his waist wet, so he carefully wrapped it with a towel and began to rinse it.

Someone came to the shower room next door.

Fang Che didn't pay attention.

Suddenly, the curtain next to us was lifted!

Fang Che was startled and was about to speak when his mouth was covered.