father - home

I lay down next to him, put my hands on his chest, and closed my eyes panting.

"Hi!" Zhao kissed my eyes. "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"Hmm." I hummed softly.

"Is it that tired?" Zhao asked.

I see what he means.He still thinks about me.My body had been yelling at him about its hunger, but I'd forgotten about it now.It's not because I'm tired, it's because I feel sorry for him, I'm afraid his body won't be able to bear it, and...it hurts so much that I lose interest.

Ten years, not since Randolph boarding school.Joseph has always taken good care of me and spoiled me so much that I almost forgot the painful experience back then.The situation was urgent just now, so I didn't take care to make more preparations, and because of my nervousness, I think I made a mistake. Now, I just feel unbearable pain and exhaustion.

"Then you rest for a while." Zhao softly whispered to me. "Can you let me go?"

Only then did I realize that I was still holding onto his wrist tightly.Oh! I'm sober, and I have to re-bandage Zhao's hand first, so that he doesn't accidentally touch the broken finger.

I let go, turned over and got out of bed, unexpectedly my legs softened, and I fell to my knees on the ground with a "gudong".

"Marty!"

"Don't move!" Seeing Zhao remembering, I hurriedly stopped.

Thinking that the tone was a little too harsh, Zhao was stunned, and looked at me in a daze.

I hurriedly said softly, "Lie down and don't move. I'll go get the bandages."

I struggled to get up, staggered to the bathroom, took the bandages from the cupboard, and suddenly wanted to see my honor at the moment.

The new mirror has not been installed yet.So I opened the curtains, and it was pitch black outside.From the reflection of the windowpane, I could clearly see myself in a state of embarrassment.Zhao's blow was really hard, and the splint on his finger cut my cheek like a knife. The cut from the left ear to the corner of the mouth was two inches long.No wonder, Zhao felt sorry for himself and insisted on removing the splint.I touched my chin and couldn't help smiling—my face was numb with pain, but my heart was greasy with sweetness.Do you not know whether you are overwhelmed by happiness or surrounded by pain?

I washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and spit out the blood in my mouth.Although the gash on the face was long, it was not deep. It only scratched the epidermis, and the bleeding was not much. There was no need for stitches, and there should be no scars.The window glass is not a mirror after all, and the wound on the tongue can't be seen clearly, anyway, it's not bleeding anymore, so I don't care.

As soon as the door was opened, Zhaozheng leaned against the door and panted.

Although it was expected, I still said angrily: "Why are you here? Why are you disobedient?"

"You... are bleeding..." Zhao struggled.

"You also said that I have never seen you like this before. It was a sick cat before, and it turned into a tiger in a while." I wanted to make a joke, but I didn't expect him to change his face.I hurriedly said, "It's okay. Look," I turned my head and turned my left side to him, "there's no bleeding anymore."

"It's not here... it's... below..." Zhao's voice was very soft, with some hesitation and worry.

I was also surprised, looked down, and sure enough, a wisp of red, somewhat viscous liquid was flowing down my naked inner thigh.I suddenly felt dizzy, quickly closed my eyes, and stretched out my hand, trying to grab something?I grabbed a pair of thin but solid shoulders.He held me up and didn't let me fall.

I was a little annoyed, and gently pushed Zhao away.Even though my heart was full of tenderness in the face of those worried and loving eyes, I was still annoyed.Not for anything else, just because of my dizziness just now.What's wrong with me?It's no big deal, why am I so useless?I don't care about showing weakness in front of Zhao, but I shouldn't make him worry and feel guilty anymore.

"Let me see." Zhao said when I turned around.

I looked back at him again, feeling these words, thinking about it, my anger was gone, I just felt happy.He was so serious and serious, it was so cute.

"What's so good about this? Just wash it."

"No problem?"

"No. It's not bright red, it's just some scratches, just wash it off."

"Are you sure?"

"affim."

General Zhao nodded suspiciously, then suddenly said: "Then I have to see it too!"

I figured it would be impossible not to let him see it, so I bargained with him and finally reached an agreement.Let me re-bandage his hands first, this is the premise, the prerequisite.Then I wash and apply the medicine myself, and he can only look at it, but can't touch it, because he can't get the bandages on his hands wet again, and I don't want to bandage him again.

When I was bandaging Zhao's right hand, Zhao opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, motioning for me to stick it out for him to see.

I didn't, so I closed my mouth tightly, gritted my teeth and said, "It's okay."

His left hand was dishonest, reaching out to caress the wound on my face.

"Will it leave a scar?"

"will not."

"Really?"

"Really." In order to comfort him, I curled my lips and said, "If only I left scars, no one would dare to bully me."

"Is there anyone else who dares to bully you?"

I thought the person who bullied me wasn't you?But he said: "When I was young, I was always bullied because I was too fair and delicate, like a little girl. When I played a pirate, I always drew scars on my eyes."

Zhao nodded and looked at me intently.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I wondered what it would be like to have a red scar on those blue eyes of yours?"

"What? It will be fierce." I smiled and glared at him.Zhao also laughed.

We talked and laughed without saying a word, feeling relaxed and comfortable.Right now, the whole world is ours, nothing but ourselves.

Seeing that I was soaping my face, Zhao asked, "What are you doing?"

"You see, shave."

"What? It's midnight now?"

"What midnight? My dear, it will be dawn in a while."

"Oh, yeah. That's not..."

"I'm leaving at six o'clock in the morning."

"Walk?"

"I didn't ask for leave. I want to go back to the camp to ask for leave, and I have to get you some medicine, antihypertensive medicine, antipyretic medicine, antiemetic medicine, medicine to relieve stomach cramps. If you have medicine, you will be much better, and you will not be so uncomfortable."

"But……"

"It's okay, I'll be back at noon."

Zhao wanted to say something else.I know he will say that I am too tired, that I have to drive for an hour and a half, whether I can bear it.

I stop him with a soft kiss, rubbing soap all over his face.So I simply shaved him and asked him to do the same for me.

Akira supported my chin with the wrist of his right hand, and it was a bit difficult to pick up the razor with his bandaged left hand.I closed my eyes and felt the trembling of his hands and the soothing breath.