Chapter 13: Medicine
The air in the small rental house was hot and humid. The temperature dropped sharply after turning on the air conditioner, but my body became hotter and hotter, and at the same time, I felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment.
Yu Zechuan lay on the sofa, lifted the hem of his sweater and put it in his mouth. A section of his muscular waist was exposed to the air, so white that it was dazzling, which made the inch-long wound look particularly hideous and bright red.
Yu Zechuan inexplicably felt uncomfortable as if he had been stripped naked. He frowned and tilted his head, saying, "Hurry up!"
The voice was hoarse and unclear, as if he was in a hurry to complete a task.
Lu Yan squatted beside the sofa, holding a cotton swab and medicine in his hand, and said thoughtfully: "Should I go to the hospital for this kind of injury?"
Yu Zechuan couldn't stand the look of his mother-in-law and mother, and said in an irritable tone: "If you don't dare, I will do it myself."
As he spoke, he tried to snatch the cotton swab from Lu Yan's hand, but the latter dodged it swiftly: "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
Facing Lu Yan's worried gaze, Yu Zechuan paused with his fingertips, and finally said "hmm" without any emotion: "...No need."
Five years in prison taught Yu Zechuan that this kind of injury does not require going to the hospital and can be healed by the body itself.
He lay back on the sofa again, biting the hem of his clothes with his mouth open. Because his teeth were clenched so tightly, he could even see the bulging blue veins on his temples. The pain in his abdomen gave Yu Zechuan an illusion for a moment, as if he had returned to the familiar prison, where he was injured every day and couldn't sleep every day because of the pain.
Yu Zechuan half-closed his eyes in the dim light, his mind flashing through scenes from the past like a kaleidoscope, but his heart was calm, like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.
There wasn't much in the medicine box, so I just had to deal with it briefly and wrap it up with gauze. Fortunately, when Xue Jin was about to stab me, Yu Zechuan blocked it in time, so the stab wasn't deep, so I could survive until tomorrow and go to the hospital.
When he leaned over, Lu Yanchu touched Yu Zechuan's damp sweater, which was sticking to his skin and felt uncomfortable: "Take it off. Isn't it uncomfortable to wear it?"
Yu Zechuan blinked his eyes when he heard this, his eyes were unfriendly, and his expression made Lu Yan think that he had flirted with a decent woman: "..."
Lu Yan glanced at the side and said, "There are clean clothes in the closet. You can change into them. They are all men's. Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you?"
Yu Zechuan couldn't admit that he was scared, so he sat up from the sofa, quickly took off the black sweatshirt and threw it aside. He was only left with a white undershirt, which was wet from the rain and stuck to his body, and his flesh color could be vaguely seen through it.
What a great figure.
Lu Yan couldn't help but whistle in his heart. He took out a clean light-colored hoodie from the closet and handed it to Yu Zechuan. The delicate and soft fabric was very comfortable: "Put it on. It may be a little big."
Yu Zechuan took it and took a look at it, then turned around and went into the bathroom to change clothes without saying a word. The door closed with a muffled "bang".
Lu Yan said lazily: "Don't worry, I won't peek."
I don't know if the sound got in through the door.
The bathroom is cold and damp, and the air is filled with the scent of cleaning products such as shower gel and shampoo. The enclosed space brings a certain sense of security.
Yu Zechuan walked to the mirror, took off his clothes, and saw his cold face. He paused and touched the scar on his right cheek. The uneven texture made him want to smooth it out.
In fact, Yu Zechuan did so.
He rubbed the scar vigorously, his fingertips even carrying a hint of hatred, but not only did it fail to smooth it out, but it made the already pale skin redder, as if someone had slapped him in the face.
Yu Zechuan suddenly realized the stupidity of this action and stopped with an ugly look on his face. He leaned his hands on the edge of the sink and took a deep breath, thinking, didn't he come here to kill Lu Yan, the vixen? Why did he let him go again and again?
Or is it because Lu Yan's sins were not as serious as Jiang Boyun's, so he subconsciously ranked the other party's death date after Jiang Boyun's?
But both of them will die.
Yu Zechuan's eyes were filled with coldness. He washed his face with cold water, changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, only to see Lu Yan sitting on the sofa, awkwardly tending to the wound on his palm, and then he paused.
Lu Yan must not be a ruthless person, but he was afraid of pain, because he hesitated for a long time before applying the medicine on the wound with the cotton swab in his hand, and the word "tangled" was written all over his face.
Yu Zechuan stood behind for a long time, and cursed coldly in his heart: "Are you rubbing your wound?"
When Lu Yan saw Yu Zechuan coming out, he was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and simply held out his palm to him, saying as a matter of course: "How about you help me apply the medicine?"
He really couldn't bring himself to do this.
Yu Zechuan's eyelids jumped: "On what basis?"
When Lu Yan smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, making people feel that he was like a fox: "I have already applied medicine to you, shouldn't you help me in return?"
Yu Zechuan is a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Even if he helps Lu Yan apply medicine today, it will not affect his killing of the other party in the future. Thinking of this, he instantly felt much better and frowned as he took the medicine and cotton swab.
Lu Yan sat on the sofa and spread his hands obediently. His eyelashes were so long that every time he raised his eyes, Yu Zechuan felt like they were butterfly wings.
Lu Yan said: "Be gentle, don't take revenge on me on purpose."
Yu Zechuan sneered, thinking that if he was already scared now, wouldn't he be even more scared when his death was imminent? Thinking this way, he unconsciously softened his force when applying medicine to Lu Yan with a cotton swab.
The two were so close that Lu Yan could even hear Yu Zechuan's shallow breathing. He looked at him seriously and suddenly said, "You are the first person to apply medicine to me."
Maybe it was because Lu Yan's tone was too pitiful, Yu Zechuan finally looked at him: "Really?"
Lu Yan laughed even more happily, his hands were shaking with laughter: "Of course it's fake."
He spent more time in the hospital than at home, and I wonder how many doctors and nurses gave him medicine.
Yu Zechuan thought he was a liar, so he used a little force with the cotton swab, and Lu Yan's face really changed. He quickly begged for mercy: "It hurts, it hurts, please be gentler, be gentler."
After Yu Zechuan applied medicine to Lu Yan's palm, he wrapped it with gauze, which was much more beautiful than Lu Yan's. He was about to put the medicine bottle away, but he saw Lu Yan suddenly raised his head and pointed at the purple corner of his mouth: "What about my face?"
Yu Zechuan sarcastically asked back: "Do you have any shame?"
Do you have the nerve to still be Jiang Boyun’s mistress?
Lu Yan felt a little aggrieved: "Of course I want it. I'm so handsome, why wouldn't I want it?"
Yu Zechuan: “…”
I don’t know if it’s because that face is too beautiful, but Yu Zechuan inexplicably felt a little regretful. He bent down slightly, dipped the cotton swab into the medicine bottle twice, then frowned and pinched Lu Yan’s chin to apply medicine on the corners of his mouth.
Lu Yan felt the heat from Yu Zechuan and couldn't help but blink. His eyes fell on the right side of the other person's cheek. He suddenly seemed to have discovered something and asked, "Why is your face red?"
It was not the red that comes from shyness, but rather the red that comes from being rubbed vigorously. One could even see faint fingerprints that had not yet faded away.
Yu Zechuan paused when he heard this. His dark eyes were bottomless and his voice was dangerous: "Has anyone ever told you that curiosity kills the cat?"
Lu Yan seemed not to hear him: "Did you rub it red yourself?"
This statement is like poking a hole in the window paper, which is tantamount to seeking death.
Yu Zechuan's face became increasingly gloomy. Just as he broke the cotton swab with a "click" and was about to explode, Lu Yan suddenly raised his head, and his warm lips accidentally brushed Yu Zechuan's chin. They were both stunned for a moment.
“Boom——!”
There was another rumble of thunder outside, just like the heart in my chest that suddenly exploded.
Yu Zechuan's hands trembled, and he tried to step back in panic, but Lu Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled hard, causing him to lose balance and stagger and fall into the other's legs.
At that moment, their eyes met, their breathing slowed down, and they could even hear each other's violent heartbeats.
"Lu Yan,"
Yu Zechuan stared at him and spoke in a deep voice, a dangerous aura permeating his body: "Are you looking for death——"
He spoke each word with great difficulty, almost gnashing his teeth.
Lu Yan did not feel the threat of death at this moment, because Yu Zechuan did not have any murderous aura, but was more angry out of shame. He smiled slowly and asked, "I just kissed you, are you so angry?"
It’s not like we didn’t kiss last time.
Half-truths are the most damaging: "I didn't mean it. If it was someone else, I wouldn't want to kiss you."
The moment Yu Zechuan lost consciousness after hearing these words, Lu Yan's lips were already pressed against his ear. The slight itch spread all the way to his tailbone. He spoke the false love words without thinking:
"I feel bad that you hurt your face..."
This is the closest moment for them to each other, but it is not a good one, as one of them is murderous and the other is full of lies.
Lu Yan suddenly felt that it was very interesting to tease someone like Yu Zechuan. Even if the tip of the knife of death was hanging over his head, it was difficult to suppress the itch. He held the hand on his neck and pulled it down easily. His fingertips stroked the uneven scar on the other's right face and asked in a low voice: "Did you stay in prison?"
Hearing those two words, Yu Zechuan couldn't help but close his eyes, painful memories flooded out, and his voice was hoarse: "Let go!"
Lu Yan sighed with a half-smile: "Mr. Yu, you really have a heart of stone. I like you so much."
Yu Zechuan retorted coldly: "But I don't like you!"
Lu Yan casually touched the scar on Yu Zechuan's cheek. This place was particularly sensitive and fragile. The other party shuddered for a moment: "So?"
Yu Zechuan was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he became even more ferocious. He seemed to be reminding Lu Yan, or himself: "Lu Yan, sooner or later I will tear you into pieces!"
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and said, "Then Jiang Boyun must be more miserable than me. You have to cut him into pieces."
Otherwise,
Lu Yan stared at Yu Zechuan's red eyes, moved his lips, and the low ending sound gradually disappeared in the air:
"It's not fair to me..."
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