The infirmary was very simple, probably combined with a small library. On one side were three peeling yellow wooden cabinets filled with books, and on the other side was a curtain with a medicine rack behind it, so it served as a medical room.
Song Xuanhe stood at the door, his eyes fell on the man sitting by the window. He had an indifferent expression as he casually cleaned the wound on his hand. After disinfecting it, he didn't even wipe it with medicated wine. He just left the wound on his palm that had melted into the flesh exposed.
"Don't you want to wrap it with gauze?"
After trying hard to hold it in, Song Xuanhe still couldn't help but speak out.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes to look at him, and when his eyes fell on his slightly furrowed eyebrows, he suddenly blinked and asked, "Do you think I killed the dog?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned, and the little boy's words just now suddenly popped up in his mind.
Before, he had only come into contact with the easy-going and kind director and the lively and cheerful Yuanyuan, because he subconsciously thought that this was what an orphanage was like. Although there were no relatives, the overall environment was indeed harmonious and warm.
But the stone that just hit him, and the little boy's calm and matter-of-fact attitude, made him realize for the first time what kind of environment Xiao Yuanmu grew up in.
The young Xiao Yuanmu holding a puppy, the corpse of the puppy after being tortured, the blood on Xiao Yuanmu's body, the vigilant and suspicious eyes of the people around him, all of this formed a clear picture in Song Xuanhe's mind, which was then combined with the indifferent Xiao Yuanmu in front of him.
The afterglow of dusk could not illuminate Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes. Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, feeling that this moment was familiar. At the moment when the sun completely set, he turned on the light switch at hand.
The medical room brightened up, and Song Xuanhe asked Xiao Yuanmu, "Do you like dogs?"
Xiao Yuanmu squinted his eyes because of the sudden light. After hearing Song Xuanhe's question, he looked at him meaningfully. When he met his clear eyes, he suddenly knew what he was thinking.
For some reason, he found it funny, so he chuckled and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Then he asked, “Why?”
Song Xuanhe blinked in confusion and said, "I didn't say I believe you. I just asked if you like dogs."
The smile was only short-lived, and Xiao Yuanmu's expression returned to being cold: "I don't like it."
"Forget it then." Song Xuanhe shrugged somewhat disappointedly, turned around and went outside to pick up a whimpering puppy, saying, "I wanted to raise it for you when I found it, but I'm not interested in raising these little things. Since you don't like it, I'll put it back where I found it."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xuanhe's expression. His eyes fell on the small ear exposed from his wrist, then he looked away: "Put it back."
"Why don't we give them to the children in the orphanage?" Song Xuanhe suggested, "I think those children like the puppies very much."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu said in a cold voice, directly rejecting the proposal.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
The little puppy poked its head out and lay on Song Xuanhe's arm, calling in a baby voice, looking at Xiao Yuanmu with a pair of black eyes, sizing him up curiously.
Xiao Yuanmu frowned, walked to Song Xuanhe's side, and without looking at the puppy in his arms, he said calmly: "This dog will not survive more than a week if left here."
Song Xuanhe's hands holding the dog froze, but this time he didn't ask why.
"Let's go." Xiao Yuanmu was the first to step out of the infirmary and said, "It's time to eat."
"What should we do with the dog?" Song Xuanhe subconsciously looked at the brown puppy that was only as big as his palm.
Just after coming out of the amusement area, he was looking for the infirmary along the way when he heard a groaning sound outside the wall. Curious, he went around to see what it was. Unexpectedly, he found this little puppy in the box. At that moment, he had an idea. He knew very well what kind of person Xiao Yuanmu was. Normally, his face would look worse when people got close to him, let alone holding something he didn't like. When the little boy said that Xiao Yuanmu was holding a dog, he thought that Xiao Yuanmu should like dogs, at least like the dog he was holding at that time.
So when he saw the puppy, Song Xuanhe felt that he had found a thank-you gift. Nothing could be better than giving something that pleases the other party. Xiao Yuanmu had saved him from a bloody disaster, so he couldn't just say thank you and be done with it.
Moreover, he actually wanted to test the waters a little. After all, people like Xiao Yuanmu didn't look like the type who liked pets. In his eyes, people who liked to keep pets and could raise them well were loving and responsible. Of these two descriptions, the latter was not a stretch, but the former was not really related to the Xiao Yuanmu he knew.
But after trying it this way, Song Xuanhe couldn't decide whether Xiao Yuanmu liked dogs or not. Maybe he just liked the puppy at that time.
Thinking of this, Song Xuanhe didn't think of giving the dog to Xiao Yuanmu. After he asked, he answered himself: "I'll take it home and raise it for one night, and then have someone send it to the adoption center tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu inadvertently lowered his eyes and met Song Xuan's arm with the puppy sticking out its tongue. The puppy sniffed and said excitedly, "Woof!"
When they arrived at the cafeteria, the dean saw Song Xuan and the puppy in his arms and asked about it. When he heard that he had picked it up, he smiled, touched the puppy and said, "Then you must take good care of it. Look how much it likes you."
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned and lowered his head to look at the little puppy that was wiggling around in his clothes and wagging its tail. He didn't really like small animals, but when he saw the palm-sized, furry, chubby little puppy moving around lively on his body, he still found it somewhat cute.
He curved his eyes slightly and thought it might be a good idea to take the pet home and raise it. Although he had never raised one before, it would be easy to find someone to take care of it.
Just as Song Xuanhe thought of this, he suddenly felt his thighs getting hot, connected to his crotch. A gust of cold wind blew over him, and goose bumps rose up along with the smell of urine, making Song Xuanhe's face, which had just been smiling, turn pale in an instant.
The dean saw that Song Xuanhe looked unhappy and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
“Wuwuwu…”
The little puppy seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, and stopped crawling around. He moved tremblingly with his paws raised towards the dry front of Song Xuanhe, as if trying to avoid the wet places. However, he was not very steady in his steps, and he kept stumbling and slipping when he moved backwards. The places that he had not wiped clean rubbed onto his suit pants, leaving drops of water marks.
Song Xuanhe's face turned even paler. He loved cleanliness since he was a child and was unwilling to touch any dirty things. Now that his pants were peed by a dog, the idea of raising a dog just now disappeared instantly. He was indeed not suitable for raising any pet.
"Woof!"
A terrified cry was heard, and before Song Xuanhe could react, he saw the puppy falling from his legs. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but was caught by another pair of hands that reached out from the side.
Xiao Yuanmu had no expression, but his tone was a little cold: "What are you thinking about?"
Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes: "My pants are wet, people who don't know would think I peed... Can't I get angry?"
Xiao Yuanmu handed the puppy back to him. Song Xuanhe stood up suddenly, afraid to avoid it, took a step back and said, "Don't give it to me, hold it yourself. There's so much puddle on my legs... How can I hold it?"
"Are you afraid that it will pee on you again?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face.
"What do you care if I'm scared or not?" Song Xuan's upper and lower body were both wet, and the wet parts were embarrassing. He was in a bad mood at the moment, but no matter how unhappy he was, he would not vent his anger on a little puppy. He just wanted to go back and change his clothes.
The director also saw Song Xuanhe's pants. It was winter now, and the canteen of the welfare home didn't have air conditioning on to save electricity. It just covered the door with thick curtains. It was still a little cold. She worriedly said, "Xiao Song, you can't do this. You'll be cold. There are Yuanmu's clothes in his room. Go and change into his clothes."
After he finished speaking, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu's expressions changed at the same time.
Song Xuanhe was surprised and said, "No need, Dean, I can just go back and change my clothes. I don't need to wear his clothes."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't want Song Xuanhe to wear his clothes at first. In some aspects, he was a little mysophobic. But seeing Song Xuanhe's reluctant attitude, he actually wanted to see Song Xuan wearing his clothes reluctantly.
"It will take at least 30 minutes to get back if there is no traffic jam. It may take an hour and a half if there is traffic jam." Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very calm, as if he was just explaining what he thought was the best way: "You'd better go change your clothes."
"Yes." The dean agreed, "You will definitely catch a cold if you wear these wet pants for more than an hour."
Song Xuanhe also didn't want to wear a pair of wet pants with...so after weighing the pros and cons, he chose to wear Xiao Yuanmu's clothes.
Coming to Xiao Yuanmu's small bedroom where he couldn't even turn around, Xiao Yuanmu took out a pair of trousers from the closet, threw them to Song Xuanhe, and then continued to search inside.
Song Xuanhe took the pants and frowned, "What are you still looking for?"
Xiao Yuanmu stood up and asked him calmly: "Are your underwear wet?"
Song Xuanhe: …
His underwear must have been wet, but he absolutely could not accept wearing another man’s underwear!
"Or do you plan not to wear it?" Xiao Yuanmu held a pair of dark underwear in his hand, his eyes circled around a certain part of his lower body, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, concluding lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't wear it."
No man can stand this kind of provocation!
Song Xuanhe sneered sarcastically, then opened his mouth to fight back: "Has anyone ever told you not to judge others by yourself? I can tell from your underwear that the size is too small, so it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not. But if you think I'm the same, then you're deceiving yourself."
After saying this, he raised his chin, crossed his arms across his chest, and expressed the most contemptuous attitude with the most disdainful gesture.
A few seconds later, Xiao Yuanmu also chuckled, his bottomless eyes were dark and deep, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Whether I am big or small, didn't you know it in the first week you were with me?"
Song Xuanhe paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered the scene where the system asked him to force Xiao Yuanmu to do something but he was held down on his legs by the system. Almost at the same time when this scene appeared in his mind, his scalp felt numb and a dangerous intuition arose spontaneously.
Xiao Yuanmu stepped closer: "Perhaps you still want to confirm before telling me whether what you just said is true or not?"
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