suppress his susceptibility period

Jiang Huang pulled him impatiently and was about to go out: "Go to the hospital, if you drag it on, maybe you will turn into a corpse due to excessive blood loss!"

Shen Xiuran stood still.

Jiang Lun's strength was no match for him, and he clicked his head with a headache: "Shen Xiuran, are you a child? Are you still acting petty and not going to the hospital when you're injured?"

"You are injured, not sick, and you don't get injections, what are you afraid of?"

Shen Xiuran withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "You don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Jue curled up his empty palm, not knowing what this man was stubborn about: "Now it's just the two of us here, I don't care who cares about you? Can you manage it yourself?"

Staring at the sloppy bandage on his head, he went back to school. It didn't look like he was going to fix it himself. What could he expect from him?

"Can't die."

He guessed right, Shen Xiuran really planned to let it go, it was not the first time that this happened, he was not a pampered young master, not that delicate.

Rejecting Jiang Huan, returning to his seat and pulling away the chair, the moment he sat down, he became dizzy.Shen Xiuran closed his eyes with an ugly face, bent over the table, and buried his head in his arms.

Jiang Lu: "..."

This can't die?

Why did he feel that he was going to die in the next second?

Jiang Wang rolled his eyes, and said forcefully, "It's okay, don't care about it." Then he simply took the key and turned to leave the dormitory.

Shen Xiuran was the only wounded person lying on the table in the dormitory, dying.

But just ignore it like you said?

Of course not.

The duplicitous brother Ku rushed to the nearest pharmacy to the school as quickly as possible, and carefully bought the gauze swabs and potions needed to treat the wound.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered that the temperature was slightly higher than ordinary people when he held Shen Xiuran's hand just now, and turned back to find the shop assistant: "Can you help me get some more cold medicine and antipyretic medicine?"

When I returned to the dormitory, the disobedient "child" was still lying on the table in a slump.

Even though his movements didn't change, Jiang Wang still keenly noticed that the clothes on his body had been changed, and he could still smell the faint smell of wet body wash when he got close.

"..."

"..."

"No, brother, have you taken a bath?"

This wave of Jiang was convinced.

He felt like an unpopular old father, and broke his heart: "You have zero common sense of survival, don't you know that new wounds can't touch water?"

No matter what he said, Shen Xiuran just ignored him and lay motionless on the table, leaving only the back of his head indifferent and ignorant.

For a moment, Jiang Wang suspected that he had gone peacefully.

……never mind.

Jiang Wang resigned himself to his fate and let out a breath.

My roommate, my roommate...

Read it ten times silently, walked over and unceremoniously put the large bag of things you just bought on Shen Xiuran's desk.

Shen Xiuran was dizzy, even more dizzy after taking a bath.

When I came out, I had no strength, lying on the table exhausted, and my consciousness had fallen into a dream under the self-protection of avoiding the pain.

Until a rustle sounded in his ears, he was awakened from sleep.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream, he raised his head subconsciously, his jaw heated up, and someone held his jaw and pulled him away from the table.

From being passive on your stomach to leaning back in your chair.

He didn't let go of the hand holding him, and in a daze, he saw Jiang Lu bent over and approached, nimbly and carefully undoing the bandages he had wrapped indiscriminately.

I saw a pile of medicines on the table.

Perhaps the brain is not fully awake yet, the environment created by the pheromone released intentionally or unintentionally by the other party is too easy for people to relax their vigilance, and it is the return that makes him feel surprised.

So these may add up to make him forget to refuse for a while, and indirectly let the other party do whatever he wants with his head.

Jiang Lu looked at the wound that couldn't even completely stop the blood, frowning so much that it could kill a fly.

The only good thing is that the wound is not as serious as he imagined, at least not to the point of needing stitches. It is a blessing in misfortune as far as he can handle it.

It took nearly ten minutes just to clean the wound.

Jiang Wang leaned against the edge of the table and bent over, supported Shen Xiuran's face with one hand, and held the cotton swab dipped in the medicine in the other, his movements were very light.

The beautiful pair of eyes are slightly rounded, and she is extremely focused, afraid that if she exerts too much energy, it will hurt the people under her hands.

The soft-hearted appearance is that he can't keep his mouth shut.

"You're still a top student. I've never seen you so uneasy. I don't know where you got a head injury. If you don't deal with it, let it go. You don't want to go to the hospital. The cattle plowing the fields are not as stubborn as you. What's the matter, do you really think you are the reincarnation of the Nine Lives Cat?"

"How did you make it so serious? I look like you fell. Did you step on dog poop or a banana peel on the way to school? You must have slammed your face, otherwise you wouldn't be able to fall like this."

"If it weren't for your ability to blink, I would have wondered if you were a wooden man without pain. This injury would make anyone scream in pain. You really can bear it."

"Is my hand not heavy? Does it hurt? If it hurts, just squeak and I'll be gentle..."

Jiang Wang was beeping alone for a long time before he realized that this person seemed to be silent from beginning to end. He was afraid that he would be so painful that he would not even utter a sound, so he immediately stopped his hands to observe his expression, and found that the other party was also watching. with him.

Sitting and standing, because of Jiang Wang's active posture, the two of them got very close, their eyes were completely occupied by each other, and nothing more could be accommodated.

Shen Xiuran's face was expressionless, and the pupils that clearly reflected Jiang Lu's figure were still as black as ink. It was rare that the gloomy haze was gone, and a trace of tired dazedness could be seen under the calm and indifferent.

This is Shen Xiuran that he has never seen before.

It seems that he unknowingly took off the armor full of spikes for a short time, and the softness tightly squeezed in the shell poked out half of his head.

As if being lightly brushed by a feather across the heart, Jiang Zhu's eyelashes trembled twice.

"What are you looking at me for?" He fell into self-doubt: "Does it really hurt?"

Shen Xiuran's voice was very light, unexpectedly soft: "Didn't you say that you don't care?"

"How can I scare you."

Jiang Huan snorted, curled his lips: "Brother Jiang is not the kind of person who will do nothing but die."

"But then again, am I doing something superfluous?"

Jiang Wang remembered what he said to himself one night before, blinked his eyes, and was a little childishly proud: "Shouldn't it be counted?"

"Anyway, I don't think it counts. Not only does it count, it's quite righteous."

He smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, proud and boastful without any guilty conscience.

Some people are born good at climbing up the pole, with the virtue of forgetting the pain when the scars are healed, the old habits have not only germinated, but have even grown into towering trees again.

Thinking that the crisis has been resolved, the defenses are gradually removed, and the tone is lightly picked back: "Brother Shen, you should be thankful that I am generous and kind and don't hold grudges. If it were someone else, I probably would have left you alone."

After the wound was cleaned, I changed to a new cotton swab and began to apply the medicine: "Is it very touching? But don't be too touched, I am willing to help you, and I hope you will be willing to help me next time, I really don't want to be alone after school Stay and copy the text."

The not-so-complicated bandaging process ended in Jiang Wang's constant nagging.

It's a little strange that the person who just kept saying that he doesn't need to care about him, now sits peacefully and lets him mess with his wound.

Pulling back a little distance, I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction: "My craftsmanship is too good. It seems that I can consider applying for a medical profession in the future. I am quite talented."

He withdrew his hand and threw all the used tissues in front of him into the trash can. Seeing that he was still staring at him with a pale face, he couldn't help but think of another possibility, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

He approached again, and felt the temperature between his forehead with the back of his hand, but couldn't feel anything, so he simply touched it with his own forehead, and muttered: "This temperature...shouldn't it be a fever?"

Jiang Wang was not sure, and asked him: "Do you still feel uncomfortable? Where is the discomfort?"

At the moment of the warm touch that symbolizes intimacy, Shen Xiuran's breathing slowed down a beat.

His five fingers with well-articulated joints moved slightly, and he quietly watched the young man who was close at hand, with little flickers of light in his eyes.

"Why help me?" he asked.

Jiang Lu found this question very strange: "Why don't you help? Isn't this the right thing to do?"

"what do you want?"

"What can I want?"

Jiang Huang muttered, and suddenly frowned: "Shen Xiuran, let me ask you, do you think it is impossible for someone to be kind to another person without purpose, or to help him without expecting anything in return?"

Shen Xiuran asked him back: "Isn't it?"

Jiang Lu felt that there was something wrong with this child's three views: "Of course not, how can a person have so many purposes? Didn't you help me keep a secret?"

"The condition is that you move here."

"Then you were temporarily marked when I was in heat."

"I need to temporarily mark you during the susceptible period."

Jiang Huang emptied his brain: "The last time I made a blackboard report, I was not in estrus, but I was a little uncomfortable. You helped me and lent me pheromone. There is nothing that can be offset, right?"

"During the shallow sensitive period, I hugged you."

"..."

It's really clear about every yard and yard, so that you don't let yourself suffer, and don't take advantage of others.

"It's time to change your concept." Jiang Wang said helplessly, "I don't want anything, I just can't see it and I just want to help you, very simply."

"It is undeniable that there must be some people who always put their interests first, but certainly not everyone. If everything is done with purpose, how tiring it would be."

Shen Xiuran seemed unable to understand this statement, lowered his eyes, his eyes were shaken, dazed, and even more confused.

Isn't that so...

Jiang Wang knew that the world view could not be changed just by talking about it, so after thinking about it, he decided that no matter if he had a fever or not, he would drink a pack of Banlangen first, anyway, there would be no harm in eating that thing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up straight and was about to leave, the hand that had only received half of it was suddenly held by someone.

Followed by another one.

But in a dazed effort, both of his hands were wrapped into the palms of Shen Xiuran.

"Jiang Wang..."

There was a low whisper, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

It's not that his rationality is too fragile, it's just because this is the first time.

It was the first time he could remember.

For the first time, someone didn't turn away after he was injured, but crouched down beside him.

It was the first time someone helped him clean the bleeding wound, the first time he was asked in such a purely caring tone whether he felt uncomfortable, and the first time someone told him that helping could be very simple without any purpose...

It turned out to be such an easy thing to break a person's will.

It turns out that some things are not rare.

Just because I have never owned it or felt it, how can I talk about rarity or not.

The wound that had been re-applied with medicine was cool and numb. In contrast, the pain that could be easily tolerated before had been magnified hundreds of times. Just recalling it made me feel unbearable.

But I obviously didn't feel much pain before.

How did he bear it?

So be it.

Shen Xiuran closed his eyes tiredly and lowered his head.

When he was smashed, his mind was not clear, when he was fascinated by pheromones, greedy and warm for a while, he recognized them all.

Just this once, just once.

Stay a little longer.

Jiang Lu bowed his head without knowing it, and at the same time, the palm with five fingers slightly curled up felt a temperature that didn't belong to him.

Shen Xiuran lowered her head and leaned her forehead into his palm.

When the tactile sensation came, Jiang Juan's brain went blank for a moment, and he stared blankly at the top of his hair, the feeling of "unbearable" suddenly came to his heart again.

He couldn't say why, but he just felt that Shen Xiuran seemed very fragile at this moment, and he always felt that he was...alone.

Like a poor little nobody wants.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

He hesitated for a while, and asked him tentatively: "Is it really painful? But the pharmacy clerk clearly said that this medicine has the function of pain relief after taking it."

"It doesn't hurt." He whispered.

Jiang Wang was surprised that he actually answered himself, and continued to ask while the iron was hot: "Then what's wrong with you? Or do you really have a cold?"

Shen Xiuran's two words seemed to be alms, and after the alms was finished, he ignored him again, but only squeezed his hand with more strength, as if he was afraid that he would break free and run away.

It's really hard to hear a word from an autistic child with autism.

Jiang Wang has nothing to do with autistic children, let alone autistic children who have failed.

He muttered jokingly, "Squad leader, I can't see that you are still so clingy", while leaning back against the table again, letting him hold on to him pamperingly.

Anyway, he's free here, he has nothing to do, so he can grab as long as he likes.

It's just that the scene in front of him inexplicably reminded him of the stray cat he saw at the door of his house last semester.

It is a very beautiful and proud stray cat with a little temper. He fed it chicken legs for almost a week before it finally willing to approach him to pet its fur.

When the fluffy, small and exquisite cat's head was pushed into the palm of his hand for the first time, his mood was almost the same as now.

Soft and flaky, warm and sour.

……

Alpha has good physical fitness, three days is enough for the wound to form a thin layer of scab.

In addition, Jiang Lu, a good Chinese roommate, took care of her dressing diligently and considerately, and there was no need to wrap gauze on the first day of school. Although the wound looked a little scary, it was indeed slowly recovering.

And no cold or fever.

Just great!

When school started on Monday, people in the classroom kept looking at Shen Xiuran all day long, trying to see whether the wound under the brim of the hat was serious or not, while guessing where the wound came from.

Was it a fight?Or accidentally dropped it?

The two possibilities seem to be against the squad leader, but they can't think of any other possibility.

Curiosity makes people scratch their heads, but no one has the courage to ask, and they can only hold back if they want to know.

But the exuberance of some people's curiosity is beyond ordinary people.

For example, a student from No. [-] Middle School, Cheng Qizai.

From the morning to the last period of self-study at night, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the cat came to Jiang Lu and asked in a low voice: "Brother Jiang Jiang, just inquire about something, just that, did you fight with the monitor in the dormitory? "

Jiang Lu: "?"

Cheng Qi pointed to Shen Xiuran, and then pointed to his forehead: "Here, such a big one, did you do it?"

Jiang Huang hissed and gasped: "No, why do you think I did it?"

Cheng Qi uttered two words after deliberation: "Domestic violence?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his forehead was hit slightly.

"Fucking violent." Jiang Wang simply admired his brain circuit: "You brother Jiang is such a violent person? Don't think about it, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Cheng Xi held his forehead: "What's going on?"

Jiang Huang turned his head: "You ask me, how do I know."

Cheng Xi opened his eyes wide and lowered his voice: "You guys are in the same dormitory! Don't you know?"

Jiang Lu: "It's just a dormitory, and it's not conjoined twins. You need to know everything. Anyway, he was injured when he arrived at school. He probably fell on the road."

probably?

Jiang Wan looked up at the person involved, pursed his lips, he was not sure.

It's impossible to really fight. After all, if you really want to fight with someone, it's impossible for him to suffer such a serious injury with his strength.

Unless he is stupid and doesn't fight back, standing there is a living target for others.

Impossible to think about.

It’s just intuition that it’s inconvenient to ask. He doesn’t have a preference for forcibly prying into other people’s privacy. Everyone has secrets that they want to hide by themselves, don’t they?

"The squad leader can fall when he walks?"

Cheng Qi frowned, and said to himself: "I can't, why do I think it sounds so magical?"

The get out of class bell rang, and the evening self-study was over.

The classroom was occupied by the sound of conversations and the rustling of things being cleaned up. Jiang Wan went through the homework due tomorrow in his mind, and began to dig through the messy drawers for the test papers he hadn't finished yesterday.

Cheng Qi didn't believe that Jiang Wang didn't know, so he guarded and didn't leave, and continued to ask: "Brother Jiang, tell me, I promise no one will tell!"

Jiang Huang opened the question: "Don't you think gossip is boring, why did it start again?"

Cheng Qi: "I've figured it out, I can't affect my career because of a pile of stinky shit!"

"What stinky shit?"

Jiang Juan raised his head and pointed at Yu Dongyu: "This lump?"

Yu Dongyu: "..." Looking at Cheng Qi helplessly, "Seven cubs."

"Humph!"

When Cheng Qi saw him, he immediately put aside the gossip and turned back to his seat, giving him a noble and glamorous head.

Jiang Huang clicked his tongue twice, and said to Yu Dongyu: "You can't do it, it's been a long time since you coaxed me well."

"Okay, it's just not the right time."

Yu Dongyu smiled, and shifted the focus of the question to him: "It's you, brother Jiang, can you hurry up and collect things, how long will people wait for you?"

Jiang Huang said in a daze: "Who is waiting for me?"

Yu Dongyu raised his chin towards the door: "Here, isn't that it?"