After Fang Qiao left, the dormitory became much quieter.
Song Baiyi slowly turned around and looked down at the scratches on Cheng Zhi's arm that had just been left by Fang Qiao, his eyes full of heartache.
His originally fair and delicate forearms now had several dark red marks out of nowhere, which looked a bit shocking and gave people a sense of disharmony.
Such things shouldn't appear in such a beautiful place.
In an instant, Song Baiyi suddenly connected the injured arm of Cheng Zhi in front of him with the photo of the injured forearm that Cheng Zhi had shown him before, which proved that Cheng Li had been abused.
There are similar red marks on the same fair and beautiful arms.
It was hard for Song Baiyi not to have some association with these two things.
He sighed, gently stroked Cheng Zhi's injured forearm with his fingers, and then slowly asked.
"Does it still hurt now?"
Song Baiyi's fingers were quite warm, and when his fingertips gently stroked the delicate and sensitive skin on Cheng Zhi's forearm, it gave him a tingling and numb feeling as if he had been electrified.
Cheng Zhi couldn't help but groan.
Then she slowly approached Song Baiyi, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and acted coquettishly unconsciously.
"Yeah, it hurts..."
In fact, Cheng Zhi doesn't feel any pain at all now.
Although Fang Qiao's attack was heavy, it only hurt a little at the beginning.
In addition, his arm was not scratched by Fang Qiao, so the pain and discomfort quickly dissipated.
My arm now feels as if it has never experienced anything and I don't feel anything.
If it weren't for the dark red scratch marks on his skin, Cheng Zhi would have forgotten that his arm was injured.
Cheng Zhi originally wanted to say that it didn’t hurt.
But when he saw Song Baiyi looking at his injuries with a look of heartache and pity.
Cheng Zhi suddenly felt that it wouldn't be too much to act a little pitiful with Song Baiyi now.
Really, just a little bit is enough.
Thinking like this, Cheng Zhi gradually increased the strength of his grip on Song Baiyi's clothes. At the same time, he pulled the corner of his clothes with his hands, shaking it slightly left and right.
Song Baiyi couldn't stand Cheng Zhi's soft words and coquettishness.
After realizing that Cheng Zhi was still restlessly using his slender and beautiful fingers to hook around the corner of his clothes like a kitten.
Song Baiyi couldn't bear it anymore.
There was a hint of pink on Cheng Zhi's fingertips, which were scratching his black shirt from time to time. The strong color contrast was very eye-catching.
Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and stared at Cheng Zhi's fingers without moving.
After a long while, he calmly moved his eyes away from Cheng Zhi's fingers.
Then Song Baiyi took a deep breath and calmed his emotions.
He looked at the marks of injury on Cheng Zhi's hand, then spoke slowly.
"There were disinfectant and bandages in the paper bag I gave you earlier. Where did you put them? I'll help you treat the wound."
Cheng Zhi suppressed the emotions in his eyes, then hummed, "It's in the cabinet. I'll get it for you."
After saying that, Cheng Zhi was about to walk towards his cabinet to get the paper bag when he was stopped by Song Baiyi.
Song Baiyi stood in front of Cheng Zhi, preventing him from making any other moves.
In this way, the distance between the two people was shortened, and Cheng Zhi once again smelled the fragrance of Song Baiyi.
Cheng Zhi's Adam's apple slid slightly. Seeing Song Baiyi walking forward on his own, he tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong, Teacher Song?"
Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and looked at Cheng Zhi with a gentle tone.
"Just tell me where it is and I'll get it for you."
When Cheng Zhi heard Song Baiyi's reason, he hesitated visibly.
He paused, then said, "It's okay, Mr. Song, I can get it myself."
Seeing that Cheng Zhi wanted to refuse, Song Baiyi frowned slightly and explained.
"But you're injured now, don't run around, just sit on the bed and wait for me."
Cheng Zhi:?
His injury was his hand, not his leg, so what's wrong with just taking two steps? ? ?
Thinking of this, Cheng Zhi silently lowered his head and took a look at the marks on his forearm that were about to disappear.
Forget it, I won’t refuse anymore. If I keep refusing, the marks on his hands will disappear.
Cheng Zhi shifted his gaze away from his forearm and looked up at Song Baiyi.
There was no light in the room, but a little light came in from the window.
From Song Baiyi's perspective, the person in front of him was looking up at him. Cheng Zhi's long and thick eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes like a palm-leaf fan.
The next second, Song Baiyi watched the shadow sway up and down.
Cheng Zhi blinked and said to himself: "The paper bag is in the cabinet. My cabinet is the farthest from the door."
Song Baiyi's eyes darkened and he hummed. Only after Cheng Zhi sat on the bed waiting for him did he feel relieved and go to the cabinet to get a paper bag.
Cheng Zhi's closet was empty. Apart from the paper bag and shoes that Song Baiyi had given him before, there was nothing else.
After Song Baiyi took out the paper bag, he kept his eyes on the pair of shoes for a while.
Then he slowly shifted his gaze away, put the bag on the table, and began to take out the things he needed one by one.
While taking out the medicine from the bag, he asked Cheng Zhi in a nonchalant manner.
"Why don't you wear the shoes I gave you before? Don't you like them?"
Hearing Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhi rubbed his ears unnaturally, feeling a little guilty for some reason.
Cheng Zhi thought the shoes were too expensive, so he had no intention of wearing them. Even when he took the shoe box to trick Cheng Li, he had been preparing himself for a long time.
Such a beautiful shoe box must be expensive. So when Cheng Zhi gave it to Cheng Li, he felt distressed for a long time.
Cheng Zhi swallowed his saliva, then answered Song Baiyi, "I'm not... Can I still wear my current shoes?"
Song Baiyi's hand holding the cotton swab tightened slightly, "Can't I change to new shoes if they are still wearable?"
Cheng Zhi felt that what Song Baiyi said made sense, but he didn't want to put it into practice yet, so he continued to make excuses for himself.
"It's my... uh, habit. If the shoes I'm wearing now aren't dirty or broken, I won't buy new ones."
Afraid that Song Baiyi would continue questioning, Cheng Zhi took the lead and continued speaking.
"I really like the pair of shoes you gave me, Teacher Song. Next time I have a chance, I will...definitely wear them."
After hearing Cheng Zhi's words, Song Baiyi asked hesitantly, "Really?"
Cheng Zhi nodded frantically, "Yeah, really, really."
"Okay." Song Baiyi lowered his eyes, took out an iodine cotton swab and a bandage from the paper bag, and then walked towards Cheng Zhi.
"You said that yourself."
After saying that, Song Baiyi walked in front of Cheng Zhi.
Cheng Zhi pushed his quilt aside, made room for Song Baiyi, and motioned for him to sit down.
Cheng Zhi watched as Song Baiyi held a cotton swab in his right hand and unscrewed the can of iodine with his other hand.
The bow tied by Song Baiyi on his right ring finger had not yet untied, and it was no different from last night. The wings of the bow were still moving up and down with the movement of his fingers.
It looks lifelike, lively and cute.
Then Cheng Zhi couldn't help but reached out and pinched the little butterfly on Song Baiyi's finger.
Song Baiyi was a little confused by his actions. He was stunned for a moment, then spoke slowly.
"You like it?"
After being reminded by Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhicai took back his hand that was on Song Baiyi's ring finger.
Then he nodded and answered Song Baiyi's question.
"I like it very much."
"Okay." After saying that, Song Baiyi closed the lid of the iodine tincture and reached out to support Cheng Zhi's forearm.
"If you like, I'll make one for you later."
Cheng Zhi nodded in agreement, stretched out his arm in front of Song Baiyi, and allowed him to disinfect.
Because it has been a while since Fang Qiao grabbed his forearm, the only few traces left have now disappeared and are almost invisible.
There is absolutely no need to treat the wound.
But the two of them had a tacit understanding and no one of them suggested that there was no need to apply iodine.
Cheng Zhi saw Song Baiyi applying iodine to his wounds based on his sense.
He looked at his forearms, which were as white as before, and fell into deep silence.
Last night...when he was helping Song Baiyi treat the wound on his finger, it seemed to be similar to what he is doing now.
The wound would have healed if treated later, but people still went to great lengths to apply iodine and bandages.
Those who don't know might think that the hand is broken. In fact, strictly speaking, the area that needs to be treated can't even be called a wound.
“…”
never mind.
If you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a bastard.
Thinking of this, Cheng Zhi watched Song Baiyi use iodine to disinfect his forearm and then took the bandage from the side.
Then Song Baiyi cut off a long piece of bandage and placed it on Cheng Zhi's arm to gesture.
Song Baiyi's movements were light, but the skin of his fingertips would still touch the inside of Cheng Zhi's forearm from time to time.
The bandage was a little cold, and when it was wrapped around Cheng Zhi's arm, he couldn't help but shiver.
Cheng Zhi subconsciously wanted to take back his hand.
But when I saw Song Baiyi was concentrating on studying how to tie a bow with a bandage.
He still endured his subconscious actions and let Song Baiyi operate on his arm.
Maybe because he was a little nervous, Song Baiyi's movements of helping Cheng Zhi to bandage looked a little clumsy.
After a while, after making sure that the bandages covered all the places where Cheng Zhi was injured.
Song Baiyi then carefully prepared to help Cheng Zhi tie a bow as the finishing touch.
Cheng Zhi looked at Song Baiyi's actions and found them inexplicably interesting.
His expression was very serious, as if he was dealing with some difficult problem, and every step he took was rigorous and cautious.
And we strive for perfection, paying attention to every detail meticulously, and only proceed to the next step after there are no problems.
Although his expression was serious, his hand movements were a bit clumsy and one detail had to be corrected many times.
Cheng Zhi was about to remind Song Baiyi that a bow tied in this way would have no soul.
Then the next second, Cheng Zhi saw Song Baiyi take his hand away, and a loose bow appeared in front of him.
Well, it really has no soul. I feel like this butterfly is about to die in the next second.
The corners of Cheng Zhi's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to comfort Song Baiyi and said it was okay and they could play a few more times.
Before he could open his mouth, he saw Song Baiyi raised his head and looked at the bow on his forearm with a somewhat smug tone.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?"
In order to avoid undermining the self-confidence of the person in front of him, Cheng Zhi laughed twice and then said perfunctorily to Song Baiyi.
"Well... yes, it's pretty good."
His mistake was that he agreed to let Song Baiyi tie a bow on his arm:).
After his work was affirmed by Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"Really? As long as you like it."
"If you like, I can help you make a few more later."
Cheng Zhi hummed twice, and after looking at the unknown thing in his hand that was not worthy of being called a bow, he silently prayed in his heart that he would not get hurt again.
Because every time he gets hurt, his bow mutates.
After Song Baiyi admired his work with satisfaction, he lowered his head and began to pack up the medicines he had just placed aside.
Cheng Zhi felt relieved when he saw that Song Baiyi was no longer paying attention to him.
Then he raised his forearm to study the bow that Song Baiyi had just tied, and used his other hand to start saving the knot.
Song Baiyi's bow was not complicated, perhaps because he was too careful during the process, which caused the upper and lower parts of the bow to swap half of their positions, making it a hodgepodge.
Cheng Zhi didn't untie it, but just operated it with one hand, trying to save the mutated bow.
Because of the angle, Cheng Zhi couldn't reach it with one hand, so he subconsciously moved his arm close to his mouth and bit a corner of the bandage with his teeth to assist in the operation.
Just when he was about to complete the operation, Song Baiyi suddenly turned around and saw Cheng Zhi's actions.
After realizing that Song Baiyi turned around, a feeling of being caught doing something bad suddenly surged into Cheng Zhi's heart.
He was stunned, and his first reaction was to take his arm away.
But Cheng Zhi didn't realize that there was still a small piece of bandage in his mouth. When he took his arm away, the bandage also scattered due to the pulling.
From Song Baiyi's perspective, Cheng Zhi's eyes were a little tearful and he was looking at him innocently.
Because he was tilting his head back, Cheng Zhi's smooth neck curve was fully displayed in front of him.
He bit one end of the bandage with his teeth, and the red color of his lips became even more vivid against the white bandage.
The other end of the bandage is still loosely wrapped around the arm.
The next second, Cheng Zhi seemed to realize something and quickly loosened his teeth that were biting the bandage.
At the same time, he stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly dry lower lip.
The combination of red and white gave Song Baiyi a shocking visual impact.
His Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and then his hand shook. The iodine that he had just held firmly in his hand spilled out and splashed onto Cheng Zhi's shoes.
Cheng Zhi looked down at his shoes. The originally white areas were now mostly stained with the yellowish-brown color unique to iodine.
The room fell into silence.
After a while, Song Baiyi covered the iodine in his hand and put it on the table.
Then he turned around and took out the pair of shoes he had given him from Cheng Zhi's cabinet, bent down and placed them at Cheng Zhi's feet.
Song Baiyi looked up and made eye contact with Cheng Zhi, then asked cautiously.
"Your shoes are dirty, can you wear the shoes I gave you now?"
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The author has something to say:
Teacher Song will become more and more skilled in helping Cheng Zhi to play the butterfly on his hands. (Especially when he tied Cheng Zhi's two wrists together
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