Hearing Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhi felt his body stiffen. He maintained the original posture of covering him, and did not dare to make the next move.
This was the first time Cheng Zhi heard Song Baiyi speak to him in such a serious and somewhat threatening tone.
However, after Song Baiyi's reminder, Cheng Zhi finally realized that the distance between the two of them seemed to be a little too close.
His knees were now kneeling on both sides of Song Baiyi's thighs, and his whole body was almost in a position of sitting on Song Baiyi's legs.
Because Cheng Zhi's outstretched hand could not reach the hair dryer in Song Baiyi's hand.
So he could only cling tightly to Song Baiyi's wrist.
As a result, Cheng Zhi's upper body was always upright, and now his body was almost touching Song Baiyi's.
At this time, Song Baiyi had one hand firmly clasped behind Cheng Zhi's head.
When she spoke close to his ear, the warm air sprayed on Cheng Zhi's ears, causing him to tremble all over.
The two bodies were almost pressed together, and the distance between them was extremely close.
Their breaths blended together, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air made Cheng Zhi almost breathless.
The room was very quiet, but you could hear the ticking of the clocks on the wall and the occasional dripping of water from the faucet in the bathroom, which hit the tiled floor.
It was such excessive silence that Cheng Zhi couldn't help but hold his breath subconsciously.
His Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and because of the cold, nasal congestion and difficulty breathing, he couldn't help but whimper.
At the same time, Cheng Zhi also vaguely heard a muffled groan coming from Song Baiyi's throat.
Cheng Zhi then realized that he was now wearing Song Baiyi's clothes, his nose was filled with his scent, and he even took the initiative to rub against his arms.
Now it seems... it's really going a bit too far.
Just as Cheng Zhi was about to retreat, he felt Song Baiyi's hand firmly grasped behind his head, preventing him from breaking free.
Song Baiyi felt the person in his arms trying to retreat, but he didn't move. He also didn't remove the hand that was placed behind Cheng Zhi's head.
He lowered his eyes, and his gaze subconsciously fell on Cheng Zhi's waist.
Because of his posture, Cheng Zhi's waist was slightly slumped at this moment.
The clothes are very loose, and the material is relatively soft.
The fabric in that place perfectly outlines Cheng Zhi's smooth and beautiful waistline.
Song Baiyi's eyes darkened, and his hand that was not holding the hair dryer was leaning on the sofa, with his fingers slightly curled up.
As time passed, the fabric of the sofa became wrinkled under his hands.
Song Baiyi suddenly thought of the problem he had just searched on the browser, and now he could upgrade it.
When the person you like actively leans into your arms, how can you push him away without showing any emotion?
However, Song Baiyi can answer this question now.
He can't do it and doesn't want to do it.
For a long time, both of them remained in this position without moving.
Song Baiyi gently twisted Cheng Zhi's hair with his fingers and felt the wetness on Cheng Zhi's hair.
He sighed softly in his heart, then slowly pulled his hand out from behind Cheng Zhi's head.
Cheng Zhi was already catching a cold, and if he left his half-dry hair hanging without blowing it, coupled with the dripping water that had just caused a few wet spots on Cheng Zhi's collar, if he hadn't left it alone, it would be a disaster.
Song Baiyi was afraid that he would catch a cold.
After feeling Song Baiyi's hand taken away from behind his head.
Cheng Zhi retreated quickly and hurriedly.
He moved quickly and sat back in his original position. He even placed his legs neatly on the floor, sitting in an extremely obedient and polite manner.
He lowered his head, scratched his hair, rubbed his ears, and then tugged at the collar of his clothes.
Song Baiyi watched his movements from the side, thinking that although Cheng Zhi didn't talk much, he made a lot of small movements.
Just as he finished thinking, he heard Cheng Zhi refuse the next second.
"Teacher Song, I can blow-dry my hair myself, so I won't bother your injured hand..."
Hearing Cheng Zhi's words, Song Baiyi nodded thoughtfully.
"It's really not a problem."
After saying that, Song Baiyi stood up, walked around to the back of the sofa, and stood right behind Cheng Zhi.
Then he turned on the hair dryer.
Hearing the sound of the hair dryer running, Cheng Zhi turned his head slightly.
This angle was just right for him to look into the eyes of Song Baiyi, who was looking down at him.
Cheng Zhi was about to try to snatch the hair dryer from Song Baiyi again.
The next second, Song Baiyi grabbed his wrist and intercepted him.
Even though the hair dryer was running and making a "whoosh" sound, Cheng Zhi could still clearly capture Song Baiyi's voice in it.
"Be good and I'll blow you."
Just as Cheng Zhi was about to open his mouth to refuse, Song Baiyi gently pressed his head back.
Having learned his lesson from the failed attempt to snatch the hair dryer, Cheng Zhi has become much more honest this time.
After confirming that Song Baiyi didn't touch his wet hair with his injured right hand, Cheng Zhi finally let go of the worry in his heart and let the person behind him do the same to his head without trying to stop him.
Song Baiyi's movements were very gentle, his five fingers gently caressing the gaps between his hair, while also circling inside from time to time.
The temperature of the hair dryer was just right; when the wind hit Cheng Zhi's head, it was neither cold nor hot.
Coupled with Song Baiyi's actions like light scalp massage, this set of actions really made Cheng Zhi feel comfortable.
Cheng Zhiyi's fatigue and the mess in his mind all disappeared at this moment.
He leaned back on the sofa, his limbs gradually relaxed, his mind began to empty, and then he closed his eyes comfortably, on the verge of falling asleep.
Just when Cheng Zhi was already in a semi-comatose state, Song Baiyi suddenly turned off the hair dryer.
Song Baiyi casually touched Cheng Zhi's head twice, making sure that every strand of Cheng Zhi's hair was dry from root to end.
Only then did he feel relieved and pulled his hand out of Cheng Zhi's hair.
Cheng Zhi couldn't help but yawn when he felt the movement behind him. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that came out of his eyes because of yawning just now, and turned to thank Song Baiyi.
His tone was filled with deep weariness, and his words were unclear, with all kinds of confusing interjections.
"Um...well, thank you, Mr. Song."
Hearing his sticky tone, Song Baiyi couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Well, you're welcome. Are you sleepy?"
Cheng Zhi covered his mouth and yawned, "A little bit."
After hearing what Cheng Zhi said, Song Baiyi nodded, "Okay, don't go to sleep yet, I'll make you a cup of cold medicine. Drink it before going to sleep, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow morning."
After saying that, Song Baiyi put away the hair dryer and took two packets of cold medicine from the medicine box. Then he went to the kettle and started to test the water temperature for Cheng Zhi.
Cheng Zhi leaned on the sofa in a daze, looking at Song Baiyi's back, and felt inexplicably at ease.
He despised himself in his heart because he had said at the beginning that he was here to help Song Baiyi bandage his wound.
How come now, Song Baiyi has to take the initiative to take care of himself?
Before he could condemn himself for long, he saw Song Baiyi coming over with a cup of brewed brown liquid and stuffing it into his hand.
"It's warm water, not hot. Drink it and go to bed."
Cheng Zhi was staring blankly at the glass that Song Baiyi handed over to him. The temperature of the water passed into his palms through the glass. It was warm and immediately warmed his heart.
Water vapor continuously floated in front of Cheng Zhi's eyes, making his vision a little blurry and unable to see clearly what was in front of him.
He blew on the rim of the cup out of habit, then raised it and took a sip.
Just taking this one sip immediately cleared Cheng Zhi's sleepy brain.
The bitter taste of this cold medicine spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat.
Cheng Zhi frowned and touched his upper jaw, then picked up the cup and looked at the liquid inside.
Then he asked Song Baiyi: "Teacher Song, is this really a cold medicine?"
He had never tasted such bitter cold medicine in his life.
Seeing Cheng Zhi's reaction, Song Baiyi raised his eyebrows and took out the package of cold medicine from the medicine box. The words "sugar-free" were clearly written on it.
"Actually there are two packs. I gave you the sweet one earlier."
Cheng Zhi: “…
After hearing Song Baiyi's explanation, Cheng Zhi laughed twice, then took another big sip of cold medicine with tears in his eyes.
Seeing that he was so bitter that his facial features were wrinkled and he was shaking all over, Song Baiyi couldn't bear it and immediately took out a bag of candy from the drawer of the coffee table.
The candies were individually wrapped. Song Baiyi took out two and stuffed them into Cheng Zhi's hand.
"Take one slowly first, and then take another one after you finish the medicine. Drink the medicine obediently, and be obedient."
Cheng Zhi suddenly discovered that Song Baiyi seemed to particularly like using the word "obedient" to him recently.
However, when Cheng Zhi heard Song Baiyi talking to him in a tone as if he was coaxing a kindergarten kid, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
He hummed, tore open the candy bag and put the candy into his mouth.
The next second, a unique sweetness of orange burst out on Cheng Zhi's tongue the moment he put the candy into his mouth.
The bitter taste of the medicine just now was completely diluted by the orange flavor, and the discomfort in the throat was instantly replaced by sweetness.
Cheng Zhi felt that his cheeks were a little dry from the sweetness. He squinted his eyes and pressed the side of his teeth.
The candy isn't very sweet, but it's a taste he would like.
Cheng Zhi licked the corner of his mouth with the candy in his mouth, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he tugged at the corner of Song Baiyi's clothes.
Song Baiyi responded to his action and looked up at him, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Zhi hummed, rubbed his nose and hesitated for a moment. Then he asked the question he had been wanting to ask.
"Teacher Song, why is the shower gel in your bathroom orange-flavored, the shampoo is honey citrus-flavored, and now the candy you gave me is also orange-flavored?"
Hearing Cheng Zhi's question, Song Baiyi paused while holding the candy bag, and rubbed the "Sweet Orange Flavor" logo on the bag with his thumb for several times.
After a long time, Cheng Zhi heard Song Baiyi speak calmly and answer the question he had just asked.
"Because I like it."
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