This attack is poisonous

The stairs are relatively narrow, not enough for two people to walk side by side. Xiaoqian climbed up step by step carefully while holding on to the rusted iron railing in front. The small height of the steps is a bit annoying.

How could there be such a dilapidated place? Was this dilapidated house built with eyes closed?

This building has three floors in total, and it didn't take long to reach the top of the building.

The light above was enough to adapt to the darkness. Chen Rong could see clearly where the clothes-drying rope was. He strode over with the basin in his hand and helped Weng Jie dry the clothes two or three times. The low fence around the knees is made of bricks. I don’t know if it’s for saving materials or for aesthetics, but it’s also hollowed out.

This height does not have any protective effect at all. Normal people are fine, their eyes can see where the boundary is, but Xiaoqian can't see it. What if they accidentally fall down.

He was suddenly a little angry, how could people live in this kind of place?

This anger made him almost unable to bear to take the person away, but when he turned around and saw Xiaoqian's face, he realized that he had no position to be angry at all.

The chief culprit of all this is him, and what Xiaoqian suffered was caused by him.

Chen Rong couldn't tell what he was feeling right now, the mix of heartache, self-blame, guilt and anger made him extremely uncomfortable.

If time could be turned back, he would never hurt Dan Weng Jie again.

Xiaoqian didn't take a bamboo pole. He knew that the fence here was relatively low, so he was extra careful when walking. Chen Rong had finished drying his clothes before he walked to the clothesline.

"I've finished drying it for you, let's go back." Chen Rong tried his best to maintain a normal tone, not wanting Xiaoqian to notice his strangeness.

"Huh? So fast? Thank you, I really troubled you today." Xiaoqian said.

"It's okay, you don't need to be so polite, I thought we were already friends, it's just a matter of little effort." Chen Rong bent down to pick up the basin, walked to Xiaoqian and said.

"Okay then, I'll treat you to breakfast another day when I have a chance." He knew that Brother Zheng was definitely not short of money, and a breakfast was definitely nothing to him, but he couldn't afford anything else, so he could only express it like this Make up your mind.

"Then it's a deal, I'll come to see you tomorrow morning, waiting for your treat." Chen Rong said prettily.

"Okay, then what time are you coming?" Xiaoqian asked facing him.

"What time do you get up?" Chen Rong looked at his slightly upturned face and asked.

"07:30."

"I see, okay, let's go down." Chen Rong put his hands on his shoulders and led him towards the stairs, holding the plastic basin in the other hand.

Xiaoqian hummed and followed him slowly forward.

He's actually a bit unaccustomed to being touched by others, but he didn't avoid it, and he didn't say it out, he didn't want to make this new friend unhappy.

When going down the stairs, Chen Rong suddenly grabbed Xiaoqian's hand.

Xiaoqian was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party held it tightly, so he didn't move.

"It's not safe to go down the stairs. Don't worry if I'm leading you, be obedient." Chen Rong's tone was very gentle, and the strength in his hands was also lightened.

As expected, Xiaoqian didn't struggle anymore, he said a little uncomfortably, "Thank you Brother Zheng."

"I said you don't have to be so polite, you have to remember next time." Chen Rong pretended to be angry.

Xiaoqian could tell that he wasn't really angry, so he responded with a smile.

The two went downstairs holding hands, and after going down the last step, Chen Rong reluctantly let go of his hand. He had to grasp the speed and not let Xiaoqian doubt himself for the time being.

Xiaoqian's palms were already sweating. He hadn't had such close contact with others for a long time, not counting when he was giving a massage to a client, so he was very nervous just now.

Chen Rong went back to the house with him, helped him put the basin away, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back to sleep, see you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow, good night." Xiaoqian heaved a sigh of relief, he was quite afraid that Brother Zheng would stay here any longer.

Those past experiences made it impossible for him to completely relax his vigilance towards men who approached him. Although he knew that with his current appearance, no one would think that way about him again, he still felt uncontrollably uneasy.

"Good night." Chen Rong said in a low voice.

Xiaoqian sent him out before going back to wash and get ready for bed.

After lying on the bed, he felt that today was actually quite happy. Brother Zheng gave him a good feeling. If he could really make a new friend, it would be a happy thing indeed.

In fact, he has very few friends, because he has practiced shooting since he was a child, so he doesn't have much time to get along with his classmates, and the relationship with them is not very close. The only good friends are the teammates who train together.

But his few friends also cut off contact with him after his ruin.

The next day, Chen Rong came over while Xiaoqian was still brushing his teeth.

He stood at the door, looking at the young man bent over to wash by the gray cement pool in the narrow yard, and for some reason he didn't dare to go in and say hello to him.

It wasn't until Xiaoqian finished washing his face and entered the room with his things that Chen Rong stepped lightly into the door.