Chapter 6: Don’t worry about him “jump over it yourself.”…

Fu Huan let go of Gu Shiying's left hand, and when he looked down, he saw that his eyes and ears were red.

"Does it hurt that much?"

Gu Shiying cursed Fu Huan in his heart. Was he in pain? He was angry.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Just try getting hurt."

Fu Huan pressed Gu Shiying's retreating shoulder: "I'll apply medicine for you."

Gu Shiying couldn't find anyone else at the moment, so he had to ask Fu Huan to change it for him. It was really painful.

Fu Huan pulled his own chair and sat next to him, applying the ointment with the cotton swab again.

Gu Shiying placed his palm on the table, slightly tilted his arm and faced the wound side towards Fu Huan. Seeing the cotton swab approaching the wound little by little, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. He felt excruciating pain just from the slightest touch, and hoped that Fu Huan would not be as ignorant as he thought.

Fu Huan held the cotton swab above the wound and asked, "Are you so nervous?"

Gu Shiying squeezed one eye and said, "I'm afraid you'll kill me."

Fu Huan was amused by his timid yet cute appearance, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Well, that's possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shiying felt the cold ointment applied to his injured area.

Yesterday, he cleaned the wound first and then got a tetanus shot. He was in pain all over. Now, after Fu Huan applied medicine to him and fanned him with his hand, the wound was no longer burning, but was covered with a cool feeling.

Gu Shiying slowly opened one of his tightly closed eyes. The transparent gel plaster had been evenly applied to the injured area. The wound looked hideous, but it was not too painful, at least not as painful as when he applied the medicine himself.

Why didn't Fu Huan feel any pain when he applied the medicine, but he was in excruciating pain?

Fu Huan threw away the cotton swab, looked up and said, "Okay, I'll wrap you with gauze later."

Gu Shiying nodded and affirmed Fu Huan's medicine application skills: "How come it doesn't hurt at all when you apply the medicine?"

Fu Huan met Gu Shiying's eyes: "I have good skills."

In the past, when he looked into the eyes of a person of the same sex, he would not think anything and would even study whether the other person's face was clean. But now he could see clearly the black eyes under Fu Huan's messy hair, as if he was being stared at by a hunter.

Gu Shiying pretended to be calm and looked away, looking at his wound: "It's better to wrap it with gauze, it looks ugly."

Fu Huan's gaze no longer lingered on Gu Shiying's face. He began to wrap gauze around Gu Shiying.

The smile on his lips was so shallow that it couldn't be seen without careful observation: "It's quite ugly."

Gu Shiying thought for a moment and said, "But this is my badge of bravery as a man. I can brag about it to anyone in the future."

Fu Huan gently wrapped the gauze around it and taped it securely. He held Gu Shiying's right wrist and looked at it for a few seconds.

"Almost getting stabbed is something I can brag about for the rest of my life."

Gu Shiying: “…” You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic.

He was about to pull his hand out of Fu Huan's palm. He didn't want to hear Fu Huan's inner thoughts.

But the voice of the heart is omnipresent, and if it touches you for more than a second, you will be forced to hear it.

[Your hands are so thin, do you have enough strength to use them? ]

No?

What does he need his hands for? What does it mean to have strength?

What does Fu Huan want his hand for?

Gu Shiying was almost tortured to death. After a moment of hesitation, he understood immediately.

We are all men, how could he not understand!

He mentally delivered a series of punches to Fu Huan: Damn, Fu Huan, your character is really unshakable. Why do I think of these messed up images when I look at his hands!

Some people may have a calm face that looks like they have no desires, but their hearts are filled with the color yellow.

For the first time, Gu Shi hated his own instant understanding.

Before Fu Huan left with the chair, Gu Shiying stood up and tried to distance himself from him, but Fu Huan's legs, spread apart in order to apply medicine to him, were stuck next to his chair.

Gu Shiying: "..." He couldn't look directly at Fu Huan's legs now.

Hold!

No, his hand.

Oh my god, I’ve been led astray again.

"I need to go to the bathroom, move my legs."

Fu Huan didn't move, but leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his eyes scanning the legs under his shorts: "Step over it yourself."

Gu Shiying: "..." He knew Fu Huan's subtext, and he secretly hypnotized himself not to think too much, Fu Huan just wanted to make a joke.

He knew rationally that his hypnosis was useless, and Fu Huan must be thinking about his legs again.

Gu Shiying was almost driven crazy and was completely led astray by Fu Huan's thoughts.

He continued to hypnotize himself: Gu Shiying, don't care about him, don't care, pretend you didn't hear anything, you can do it, you can ignore it.

Gu Shiying tried to remain calm. He stretched out his right hand towards Fu Huan: "What if I trip? My hand hurts and I don't want to fall."

Fu Huan actually moved his long legs away, stood up, and carried the chair back to his seat: "Go ahead, don't pull your pants down."

"You're the one pooping your pants!"

Gu Shiying rolled his eyes at him, then rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could, silently cursing a few words of national quintessence in front of the mirror in front of the washbasin. If he hadn't been concerned about the injury on his hand, he would have started pounding the wall.

Fu Huan, you are fucking sick, sick, sick!

I'm a straight man, can you please clean out the dirty stuff in your brain? It's burning my brain!

Gu Shiying vented his anger in front of the mirror in the bathroom before pretending to be calm and returning to the dormitory. After that, he wore earplugs and avoided Fu Huan no matter what he did, trying to keep a distance from him, just like before.

After a night passed, Gu Shiying's thoughts finally calmed down after a good sleep, but when he saw Fu Huan, he was still afraid of bumping into him and was scared.

On Sunday afternoon, his two roommates came back, and Gu Shiying finally didn't have to face Fu Huan alone anymore.

Zhang Zhi, who had gone to the gym at night last night, got a good night's sleep after returning to school in the morning. In the evening, he had planned to go to Gu Shiying's dormitory to find him and have dinner in the cafeteria.

Gu Shiying stopped him and went to his dormitory with his own plaster and gauze swabs.

Zhang Zhi immediately noticed the bag he was holding: "Ying'er, what are you doing? Is this food?"

Gu Shiying: "All you do is eat all day long, and you don't care about your father or me."

Zhang Zhile said cheerfully, "Oh, you're really angry today. You're talking so harshly. Which little bastard bullied you? I'll go ask him how he did it."

Gu Shiying threw the bag into his arms and said, "Get lost, apply medicine to your father."

Of course Zhang Zhi wouldn't refuse: "This touches upon my knowledge blind spot. How can I get on?"

Gu Shiying: "First remove the gauze, then apply the plaster, and then wrap the gauze again."

Zhang Zhi looked at his hands and said, "I hope it won't hurt you. I don't think I can do such delicate work. But for my son, I still have to try."

After that, he started to remove the gauze for Gu Shiying. As soon as he tore off a small piece of the tape, Gu Shiying screamed.

"Damn it, don't press on my wound."

Zhang Zhi raised his hands and didn't dare to continue: "What should I do?"

Gu Shiying: "Why don't you tear it off slowly? I tore it off yesterday while enduring the pain."

Zhang Zhi tried again, but Gu Shiying screamed again, and he didn't dare to do it again.

A few minutes later, Gu Shiying was in so much pain that sweat broke out on his forehead before he removed the gauze.

Zhang Zhi: "Who applied the medicine to you last night? It was wrapped so professionally?"

Gu Shiying wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Fu Huan."

Zhang Zhi: "Is that the world-weary guy in your dorm? I remember you two couldn't even talk to each other."

Gu Shiying got a headache whenever he thought of Fu Huan. He couldn't even say that Fu Huan couldn't talk to him. It was obvious that she had a crush on him but didn't tell him. She also had all kinds of terrifying thoughts about him in her heart.

Gu Shiying recounted the story of how he was rescued.

"It was so dangerous back then, most people would have been scared, but he still rushed forward to save you, which shows that he is a real man. From now on, you have to treat him as a good brother."

Gu Shiying almost choked on his own saliva: "Fu Huan is gay! The man you're talking about is gay! He even has feelings for your brother!"

"Give me the medicine first."

The wound is in the process of scarring. It hurt a little when I touched it twice just now, but fortunately it didn't bleed anymore.

Zhang Zhi continued to give Gu Shiying medicine, but during the process, Gu Shiying was hurt several times and almost wanted to break off relations with him.

However, with Zhang Zhi around, Gu Shiying could go to the school cafeteria to eat. He would order the food and Zhang Zhi would get it. It was perfect.

Just as I sat down and was about to start eating, I received a new message from Liu Wenqing.

Zhang Zhi had sharp eyes and saw the message sent by Liu Wenqing at a glance.

"Tell me the truth, I wasn't home these past two days, how come she became so familiar with you?"

How could Gu Shiying say that the person he liked liked his roommate?

Gu Shiying: "This is all for you. You haven't been able to catch up with her yet, so I'll help you find out if she likes someone."

Zhang Zhi: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Did you find out?"

Gu Shiying said solemnly, "There are some clues."

Zhang Zhi: "Does she like anyone?"

Gu Shiying: "I doubt it."

Zhang Zhi was laughing happily one second ago, and the next second, it was like the sky was falling.

“No!”

Gu Shiying: "Then are you still pursuing her?"

Zhang Zhi: "Go after her! I'm definitely more handsome and better than the guy she likes!"

Gu Shiying: "..." Although Fu Huan was extremely unhappy, it was undeniable that his brother's appearance and height were not as good as the other's.

He glanced at Liu Wenjing's message again: "Can you send me Fu Huan's WeChat business card?" [Please][Please]

Gu Shiying's mind flashed with the image of Fu Huan, who was extremely promiscuous, but he simply chose to ignore it. Fu Huan was a gay and he couldn't harm girls.

In order not to be alone with Fu Huan, Gu Shiying stayed in Zhang Zhi's dormitory 701 for a while before going back. At this time, the other two roommates in their dormitory also came back.

The one who looks like an idol is called Yang Shuheng, and the one who has a civil servant style is called Guan Qiao. They are both handsome in their own ways.

When the two came back, they first showed concern for Gu Shiying. Perhaps they hadn't expected their roommate to be so brave. The men's dormitory 504 was much more lively than usual today.

Yang Shuheng, wearing silver headphones, looked at Gu Shiying's arm again and again: "Will you have a scar? How many stitches did you get?"

Gu Shiying: "No stitches, his knife was blunt."

Guan Qiao: "I also had a class in that building on Friday. If I had known, I would have gone to help you."

Yang Shuheng: "Lao Guan, come on, I think you are the fastest runner."

Guan Qiao: "Don't look down on me. When I was little, I was a model student who helped old ladies cross the street."

Gu Shiying: "..."

Yang Shuheng and Guan Qiao had a good relationship. They exchanged a few words, and then Yang Shuheng shared the imported grapes he brought back from his aunt's house with everyone.

When Gu Shiying's hands were covered with sticky grape juice, Fu Huan, wearing sportswear, walked into the dormitory holding a basketball.

He glanced directly at the gauze tied crookedly on Gu Shiying's right arm and said in a low voice: "Did you tie it yourself?"

Gu Shiying shook his head: "No, Zhang Zhi tied it for me."

The grape juice flowed from his wrist to his elbow, which was a bit itchy. Gu Shiying reached out for a tissue, but found that it was out of tissue.

Fu Huan pulled a piece of paper from Yang Shuheng's desk and pressed it directly on his elbow.

Gu Shiying: "Thank you..."

【I want to lick it.】

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