lend me a bite

Shan Qiye harassed and harassed him tirelessly, but Qin Yimu was indifferent, but under his unremitting efforts, it seemed that he couldn't bear it, his brows were furrowed, and there were faint veins on his forehead, "Shut up." The indifferent voice was somewhat cold cold.

"No. Why do you want me to shut up?" Shan Qiye simply forgot the pain after healed the scar, completely forgot about how Qin Yimu pinched his ankle just now, and continued to provoke others, "My voice is not good Is it? If you put it online, it’s all professional voice actors, okay?”

Shan Qiye shook his right leg, and the hanging posture made him a little dizzy. He didn't get a response for a long time, and even his voice became softer, "You talk, my deskmate."

The sound as thin as a mosquito's snoring did not escape Qin Yimu's ears, he put down Shan Qiye, and returned to the horizontal hugging movement again.

After experiencing the treatment of sacks and being hugged by such a mother again, Shan Qiye couldn't be more obedient.

It's okay to be bad, my mind is still buzzing.

"Ah."

"What are you?"

"..."

There was no sound again.

Shan Qiye sighed, "You are the least talkative person I have ever met."

"Have you been like this before at the same table? Have you always been so quiet?"

"Why don't you talk? It's too quiet."

Shan Qiye muttered to himself all the way, talking to himself without expecting Qin Yimu to respond at all.

however……

"lazy."

Shan Qiye paused halfway through the fight, looked up and saw Qin Yimu's serious look, he couldn't help but wonder if he was hallucinating just now.

Is it okay to talk lazy?I must make you talkative.

Shan Qiye squinted his eyes, climbed up his neck slightly, clinging to him, and said softly: "Same table? You..."

"Here we are." Without waiting for him to say more, Qin Yimu pushed open the door of the infirmary, walked in and put him on the hospital bed.

The doctor in the infirmary was a little confused when he saw that the person was being carried, "What's going on?" Was the injury serious?

Shan Qiye pointed to his left foot hanging by the bed and said, "I sprained my foot and it's a little swollen."

The doctor nodded, turned his head and picked up the alcohol, "Take off your shoes and socks and let me see."

Shan Qiye half leaned against the head of the bed, supported the mattress with both hands, abruptly suspended himself in the air, then stepped back a little bit, and retracted his legs.

Although it was slow to move this little bit, it was unlikely to be injured again. If he accidentally poked it again, his left foot might be scrapped on the spot.

However, before he could rub his leg back, Qin Yimu grabbed his calf.

The slender fingers are in stark contrast to the dark black military training uniform. "At the same table?" Shan Qiye wondered, and then saw Qin Yimu leaning over to take off his shoes, pressing his thumb on the edge of the sock, slightly touching the red and swollen ankle. Touching half, the cold fingertips are like ice cubes for pain relief, between the two touching, there is a completely unconscious trembling.

"Wait, wait a minute at the same table, I'll do it myself." Shan Qiye stretched out his hand in a hurry, but Qin Yimu couldn't refuse his hand, and after taking off his shoes and socks, he took off his hand little by little. Roll up your trouser legs.

Each fold was almost the same size as the last one, and he slid his thumb over the edge, smoothing out the creases, until the ankle was completely exposed, and half of the calf was lined above it.

"Thank you, tablemate!" Shan Qiye didn't have the patience himself, if he came by himself, he would just pull up and finish the job.

Qin Yimu went around, supported his back with one hand, and put his other hand on the crook of his knees, and hugged him to the head of the bed, where his waist could be leaned on, and then stepped aside to give the doctor his seat.

Shan Qiye grabbed the cushion behind him, it was fluffy, he didn't know what to think of, he smiled brightly at Qin Yimu, crossed his thumb and ten fingers to make a small heart shape, "Thank you for your hard work at the same table, I love you Ya~"

Qin Yimu looked away at the doctor indifferently.

The doctor held onto the alcohol and stood on the side watching the whole process. When he was hugging the person just now, he wanted to go up and give him a hand, but he looked left and right, but he didn't see a place where he could intervene. Every detail was handled properly. , he can only be a bystander.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Qin Yimu frowned, "Doctor?"

"Ah? Oh...here we come." The doctor came back to his senses, and leaned over with his little alcohol.

Putting the alcohol aside casually, the doctor looked at the swollen ankle, feeling a little helpless, "Why did you sprain it?"

After a while, the ankle was more serious than it looked before, and Shan Qiye felt that he was injured badly this time.

Shan Qiye said, "I stepped on something while running, and that's it."

"Hey, then you're lucky." The doctor dipped some alcohol into an alcohol cotton swab and dabbed on it. The movement was very light, just to relieve his pain.

"Last time, there was a student who also tripped and fell on his face. The good guy almost missed half of his nose." Thinking of that scene, the doctor couldn't help but be amazed. The runway at their military training site seemed to be poisonous.

"Where did I get lucky." Shan Qiye rubbed his index finger under his nose, and said a little embarrassedly: "My deskmate rescued me."

However, if he fell, he might not land on his face, and even his wrist would be contused or worse.

The doctor nodded, no matter what happened to him, it's good that he didn't hurt other places, "Then you..." The voice slowly dissipated when the doctor raised his head, he looked at Shan Qiye with some doubts, and then followed Shan Qiye looked at Qin Yimu.

doctor:"……"

I don't know if I'm too sensitive, I always feel that something is not right.

Shan Qiye heard his voice, but couldn't hear the content clearly, so he asked, "What did you say?"

The doctor coughed lightly and said, "It's nothing, but if you don't want to delay your training, I'll rub the wound open for you, then rest for a day, and you will be able to train normally tomorrow."

"However, rubbing it will hurt." The doctor paused and emphasized: "It really hurts."

Shan Qiye raised half of his brows when he heard the words, and tapped his swollen ankle with his index finger. Just touching it made him break out in a cold sweat, rubbing it away...?

Gee.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

But not kneading will delay training.

Shan Qiye didn't think military training was tiring. On the contrary, he enjoyed this kind of military training to improve his physical fitness and test teamwork, and... Shan Qiye glanced at Qin Yimu quietly.

The same table can accompany him for a day, but I can't accompany him without military training.

If he went home because of a foot injury, then during the official class, the deskmate might go back silently. He finally reached the current communication, and he must not just give up military training like this!

Thinking of this, Shan Qiye took a deep breath, "Come on, don't delay the military training."

The doctors were all ready to give him a medical record, but he didn't expect Shan Qiye to choose to continue his military training!

This was somewhat beyond his expectation, "Are you serious?"

How many Omega, Alpha, Beta, things like medical records, things that you can't even ask for, Shan Qiye actually gave up on his own initiative?

A little weird.

To be on the safe side, the doctor asked Qin Yimu, "Do you agree?"

"...?" Qin Yimu's face showed a rare look of suspicion.

Shan Qiye patted the mattress, trying to break into the conversation between the two of them, "Doctor, as long as I agree."

The doctor doesn't care, he always needs one more person to confirm before he can do it, so as to avoid any misunderstandings in the future, "What do you say?"

Shan Qiye clasped his hands together, and bowed to Qin Yimu, don't let me go home, sit at the same table.

The boy's long and narrow eyes opened wide and looked very innocent. His deep black eyes were full of pleading, like a small beast that had been robbed of food, and his eyes were wet.

It is difficult to raise the emotion of rejection.

Qin Yimu looked away calmly, and said coldly, "Listen to him."

As soon as the words fell, Shan Qiye suddenly laughed, made a 'victory' gesture with his hands, straightened his left leg and said, "Come on doctor, my deskmate agrees."

The doctor said: "Okay, you coax him, I'll get the medicinal wine."

"coax?"

"It hurts to rub it. You can give him some psychological training. If you are afraid that you don't want to rub it, tell me in advance, and you can't go back on your word when I get the medicinal wine back."

Qin Yimu looked at Shan Qiye excitedly as if his foot had healed, wishing to go down and run three laps, deeply felt that the doctor's guess was nonsensical and impossible.

After Shan Qiye heard those words, his expression suddenly paused.

The back of Qin Yimu's neck suddenly felt a little cool, like a dark wind blowing, he didn't pay much attention to it, walked to the bed, lowered his head, and someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"At the same table~" Shan Qiye prolonged the ending, as if he was about to undergo a major surgery, weak and helpless.

"Yeah." Qin Yimu pulled the stool over and sat down, daubed his wound with alcohol on the side, just touched it, and didn't even make any movements, just because he was afraid that it would hurt him.

Shan Qiye naturally noticed Qin Yimu's restraint, he cleared his throat, "I'm afraid." The little finger carefully hooked his neckline, "What should I do if I don't want to rub it?"

Qin Yimu got up suddenly, turned around and went to find a doctor, Shan Qiye didn't expect him to be so straightforward, he didn't have time to finish his words, he quickly swallowed a lot of words that he didn't have time to say, and grabbed Qin Yimu, " No, no, I'm not that scared, in fact, it's okay, just you can coax me, I'm very coaxable at the same table."

Qin Yimu stopped his figure when he heard the words, stood by the bed and didn't rush to sit down, "It's useless."

"What's useless?" Shan Qiye was taken aback, "How could it be useless? It doesn't hurt after coaxing me, really."

Qin Yimu was silent, with a calm expression on his face, and Shan Qiye couldn't analyze what this man was thinking, but he seemed to be quite conflicted.

He just saw that Qin Yimu was too quiet and wanted to tease him, but there was really no need to make Qin Yimu so entangled.

Shan Qiye said, "Actually, it doesn't have to be..."

"How to coax?"

Shan Qiye was taken aback for a moment, he raised his head in surprise, and met Qin Yimu's eyes, he couldn't hide his smile, he opened his arms and said, "Just a hug."