"Come in."
After knocking on the door twice, He Sui's voice rang out.
Cong Nian pushed the door open and walked in, then quickly turned around and yelled at the door.
"He! Sui! Next time I come in, could you please put on your clothes first!"
This has happened for the nth time!
As soon as she came in, she saw his bare chest.
Although her body is very good and perfect, she is shy!
"Isn't this too hot?"
He Sui spoke very confidently, raising his hand to wipe his wet hair with a towel.
Why did he get such a good figure?
Isn't it just for people to see?
Is there a problem with this?
No problem at all!
"It's too hot to be naked!"
Cong Nian found it really difficult to communicate with He Sui.
I get so angry that I want to jump up and down after hearing just a few words.
Could it be that he has some special exhibitionism fetish?
"I'll put it on later. Come and help me dry my hair first."
He Sui sat on the sofa, leaning on the back of the sofa with his long legs crossed, and handed her the towel.
"Emptiness is form, form is emptiness. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness..."
Cong Nian turned around.
He stared at the floor intently, repeating the words over and over in his mind.
He had just taken a shower, his skin was very hot, and there were many tiny beads of water on his shoulders.
The only lights in the room were the desk lamp on He Sui's desk and the gaming light on the computer desk, reflecting blue and green colors on the ceiling.
Cong Nian took the towel, stood behind the sofa, and wiped his hair.
Is she here to be his maid?
He ordered her to do this and that as soon as he came in. Why doesn’t he care about her hands now?
but……
From her angle, she could just see He Sui's abdominal muscles.
A classmate named He was admiring his body with his hands.
Although he is a teenager, he is not skinny at all.
The shoulders are broad and the strength is great.
One hand can carry her.
His lower body was only covered with a white bath towel, revealing his strong calves.
It seemed as if he had completely forgotten the spell he had just chanted.
Cong Nian felt like she was going crazy.
Why did she start to act weird after meeting He Sui?!
She wasn't like this before!
"Come and sit down."
He Sui patted the sofa beside him, leaned over and took the medicine box that Cong Nian had placed on the table.
"It's quite complete. Do you get sick often?"
The small medicine box contains many commonly used medicines, as well as ointments and sprays for bruises and injuries.
The abrasion ointment he bought for her last time was also lying quietly inside.
He Sui took it out.
A question was asked, but no one answered.
He Sui looked towards her.
She was seen taking small, hesitant steps, standing by and refusing to sit next to him.
He curled his lips into a smile, reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled it.
Losing his balance, Cong Nian fell backwards.
She sat squarely on his lap.
"Since you don't want to sit on the sofa, sit on my lap."
He followed her around from behind, lifted her palm, opened it, and began to unscrew the cap of the abrasion medicine.
"I, I, I'd better sit on the sofa."
Cong Nian's face turned red, and she felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. She moved her butt and was about to get off.
He Sui didn't force her. After she sat down obediently beside him, he lifted one of her hands and spread it upwards.
The cool ointment was applied to the palms and edges of the hands, and the minty scent lingered between the two of them.
Cong Nian felt vaguely.
This scene is somewhat familiar.
It seemed like a few days ago when she fell at his feet on the playground and scratched her palm, he applied medicine to her with the same care.
But at that time, he had a stern face and looked very disgusted with her.
And now he...
His brows were slightly furrowed, but his eyes were filled with worry.
Cong Nian felt warm in her heart.
This feeling of being cared for was much better than she had imagined.
After He Sui finished applying the ointment for her, Cong Nian suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit tonight.
He was wiping the remaining water droplets on his body with the towel he had just used to dry his hair.
When he raised his arm, Cong Nian noticed the bruises on his body.
With a cry of surprise, he ran to the door and turned on all the lights.
The sudden bright light made He Sui unable to open his eyes, and he closed them for a long time before he adapted.
"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"
Cong Nian touched the bruises on his body with heartache, there were about a dozen of them.
There are also many tiny wounds, which should be the tender pink marks left after the scars fell off.
I've seen him shirtless several times in the past few days.
It's just that I was too shy at that time and never took a closer look.
"It doesn't hurt. I'm used to it."
He Sui raised his eyebrows indifferently.
This is what his father taught him.
Boys should not say they are in pain easily, nor should they shed tears easily.
If you are wronged, it means you are not strong enough. If you are beaten, it means you are not fierce enough.
He couldn't count the number of fights he had since he was a child with ten hands.
Since kindergarten, whenever someone bullied him, he would grit his teeth and fight back even if he couldn't win.
There are even more injuries.
He is a human being, not a god, and he has to take a few punches in a fight.
"How can it not hurt?"
Cong Nian pursed her lips, tears quickly gathering in her eyes.
She bumped her knee yesterday, and even that small bruise made her feel uncomfortable for a long time today.
He Sui's injuries were much more serious than hers.
How could it be as easy as he said!
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