After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

After a long time, Wen Yinuo's eyes shifted and fell on Fu Jincheng's left hand which was covered with a towel.

He took a deep breath and spoke with a nasal tone:

"Brother, where did you get the towel in your hand?"

"Oh...oh." Fu Jincheng couldn't keep up with his little treasure's train of thought for a moment, and was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, "This? It's on the clothesline in my room."

Wen Yinuo: ...

Should I tell my brother that I used all the towels on the clothesline in his room to wipe off various dust and stains last night?

Although Fu Jincheng was feeling nervous, he still had first-rate observation skills.

Fu Jincheng noticed that Wen Yinuo's mood had obviously changed after hearing his answer. After a struggle in his mind, he still asked:

"What's wrong, Xiaobao? Is there something wrong with the towel?"

Wen Yinuo hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't stand Fu Jincheng's sincere and doubtful gaze:

"You...the towel in that room, I used it to wipe something yesterday."

Fu Jincheng was stunned: "...Ah?"

Wen Yinuo closed the door, loosened the door handle, and pretended to be calm:

"Just, use it to wipe some dust."

Fu Jincheng was speechless.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Wen Yinuo no longer had the idea of ​​going out for a walk. He opened the bedroom door that had just been closed, and walked back with a wry smile:

"I came out here just to talk to you about this, but I didn't expect you to move so quickly."

All washed up.

Fu Jincheng's attention was no longer on using a dirty towel to take a bath.

He stared at Wen Yinuo's snow-white wrist, his eyes filled with hidden pain.

Fu Jincheng's eyesight, which had been trained for a long time on the brink of life and death, made him 100% sure that he had not seen it wrong just now.

When Wen Yinuo opened the door and entered the bedroom, he raised his hand habitually, and the wide sleeve of his pajamas slid down his arm a little, and the obvious scars on the boy's arm were faintly revealed.

Fu Jincheng's first reaction was to stop Wen Yinuo, who was about to retreat back to the room, and force him to tell him the cause of the injury on his arm.

But facing the young man's eyes that were trying hard to suppress but still couldn't hide his fear, and his slightly trembling hands, Fu Jincheng forcibly restrained his impulse and didn't let Wen Yinuo notice anything unusual.

"It's okay." Fu Jincheng suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and smiled naturally, "It's just a little dust, it's okay."

"I'll just wash it again."

Wen Yinuo let out a long sigh and visibly relaxed.

When he opened the door just now, he didn't pay attention and raised his arm out of habit.

He only realized it after his pajamas had been pulled down quite a bit.

Although he put it down again immediately, he was not sure whether Fu Jincheng saw it.

Judging from Fu Jincheng's tone, he didn't notice anything.

That's great. Wen Yinuo closed the door, sat on the ground, and buried his head in his knees.

If his brother hadn’t noticed the scar on his arm, he wouldn’t have disliked him.

Outside the door, Fu Jincheng, who no longer had to suppress his emotions, clenched his hands so tightly that his veins bulged.

He strode back to his room and punched the wall with all his might.

White paint fragments fell down, and blood oozed from every joint of Fu Jincheng's fingers.

As the night deepened, Fu Jincheng came out of his room silently, lay on the door of Wen Yinuo's room and listened carefully for a long time. After making sure that the people inside had rested, he carefully opened the door and left home.

After leaving the house and no longer at risk of being discovered, Fu Jincheng quickly ran to the beach.

In the darkness, I couldn't see the face of the person standing on the beach, I could only hear his voice.

"Boss, let me tell you, if you wake me up in the middle of the night again, I will never come again."

As the man spoke, he threw an exquisite medicine bottle to Fu Jincheng.

Fu Jincheng carefully took it with both hands, confirmed that there was no problem and waved to the person who came: "Isn't this your closest."

The man curled his lips in disdain, thinking that he didn't believe such nonsense.

Just when I was about to complain a few more words, Fu Jincheng disappeared like a ghost.

That person: ...

You wouldn't be so quick to destroy the bridge after crossing it, right?

After returning home with the medicine, Fu Jincheng took out a piece of wire and carefully pried open the door of Wen Yinuo's room.

With a small "click", the tightly locked door opened, but then closed immediately as if it was pressed by something heavy.

Fu Jincheng had no choice but to change side.

This time the door was not pressed down by any heavy objects and opened easily.

After taking off his shoes and walking into Wen Yinuo's room, Fu Jincheng discovered that what was pressing behind the door was not a heavy object at all, but a young man curled up on the ground and already asleep.

At that moment, Fu Jincheng's heart ached.

He placed the medicine in his hand on the table, walked over carefully, bent down very gently, picked up the boy without disturbing his sleep, walked silently to the bed step by step, put the boy back on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover him, and then went to get the medicine.

As soon as the exquisite white porcelain wide-mouthed bottle is opened, a faint, refreshing fragrance emanates from the bottle.

Fu Jincheng placed Wen Yinuo's hands on the quilt, gently lifted up his pajamas sleeves, and rolled them up to where there were no wounds.

He looked at the boy's two scarred hands, and the pain in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Fu Jincheng suppressed the soreness in his nose and took out a bag of cotton swabs and a small spray bottle filled with alcohol from his pocket.

After using the spray bottle to disinfect both of the boy's injured arms, Fu Jincheng took out a cotton swab and, with the help of the dim light and eyesight in the room, disinfected Wen Yinuo's arms bit by bit, carefully and thoroughly, leaving no place untouched.

After disinfection, he took out a cotton swab and wiped off the dried blood remaining on his arm.

After two steps, most of the cotton swabs have been used up.

Fu Jincheng collected the used cotton swab as trash and put it into his pocket. After disinfecting his hands again, he dipped a new cotton swab in medicine and gently applied it to every wound on Wen Yinuo's arm.

The wound on Wen Yinuo's arm looked frightening, but it was actually not serious.

But because it was too dense, after the treatment, both arms were covered with ointment.

If you put down your sleeves immediately or let your hands rest naturally on the quilt, the ointment you just applied will all be taken away by your clothes and quilt.

Fu Jincheng was helpless for a moment.

He originally planned to apply medicine to Xiaobao's injured area and then leave.

It seems that this is no longer possible.

Holding Wen Yinuo's two hands with one hand, Fu Jincheng stuffed all the used and unused hands into his clothes, and held the boy's arms covered with ointment alternately with his two hands.

The minute hand on the wall had moved half a circle before the thin layer of ointment on Wen Yinuo's arm became slightly lighter.

Fu Jincheng glanced at the time.

It wasn’t even three in the morning.

He can still stay here.

Nearly another hour passed before the ointment on Wen Yinuo's arm was completely absorbed.

Fu Jincheng stood up, put down the sleeves he had rolled up for the boy, and put them back into the quilt.

The young man bent down and only dared to gently place his forehead against the forehead of the sleeping boy.

"Good night, Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng looked at the well-behaved boy with affection and reluctance, "Have a good dream."

Then, see you tomorrow.