What kind of evil can a puppy have?

Yuan Ye looked irritable but kept silent, dragged Song Jingzhou's wrist and walked forward, went straight to the vending machine and stood in line.

There were two other boys in front of them. They also just came to buy water after playing ball, but they were still struggling with what to drink. Suddenly they felt a chill behind their backs and turned around tremblingly. They saw the wilderness above their heads.

The two stepped back tremblingly, "You go first, you go first."

Song Jingzhou also didn't say a word, cast an apologetic look at the two men, and stood silently behind Yuan Ye.

Wilderness crackled and took out four bottles of Best Coke, and held them in his arms when he couldn't hold them in his hands for a while. The water droplets outside the bottles wet his short sleeves a little.

Song Jingzhou was about to carry two bottles for him, but he turned his back to Song Jingzhou, stopping his movement.

"I can hold it."

Song Jingzhou was very close to him, leaning over and whispering in his ear: "Then you will have no hand to hold me."

Yuanye's eyes widened suddenly, his brows were wide open, he subconsciously turned to Song Jingzhou, met his smiling eyes for a second, then hurried away, stubbornly walking back with two bottles of Coke in one hand.

"Follow me, don't get lost."

"Okay." Song Jingzhou smiled, and his eyes fell on the piece of the butterfly bone in the field. It was slightly soaked in sweat and a little sticky, and the lines were outlined, undulating and continuous.

He thought he should also buy a bottle of water for himself, his throat was dry and he felt a little thirsty.

Yuan Ye led Song Jingzhou back to the basketball court and gave each of the four a bottle of Coke.

"I'm sorry, Song Jingzhou and I won't call if we have something to do later. If we haven't come back before get out of class ends, Wei Ziyue, please help tell the teacher."

Wei Ziyue blurted out: "What's the matter with you? Are you looking for the 800 million you lost?"

Yuan Ye: "What the hell?"

Wei Ziyue sneered, waved his hands, and said, "It's all right, don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"

Song Jingzhou originally thought Yuan Ye would take him to the infirmary, but he didn't expect to go to his dormitory instead.

Yuan Ye opened the door and said, "Our dormitory is a mixed dormitory, and the other two partners moved out later. Now only Le Zaili and I live. Le Zaili is usually on his way to dinner during this period of time."

Song Jingzhou said, "He's fine here."

"No, he's too noisy. When he sees you, he'll catch you asking questions. I'm annoyed."

Song Jingzhou didn't say anything.

The door opened, and Song Jingzhou followed in.

Two people living in a four-person dormitory seems to be empty, but it is quite clean and tidy.

Yuanye pointed to the table on the right side of the door and said, "That's my seat. There are snacks on the table, you can eat whatever you want."

Song Jingzhou sat down obediently and carefully looked at Yuanye's desk.

There are everything on the table except books, snack racks, watches, data cables, Bluetooth headsets, etc. There are a lot of things, but they are quite clean.

There is a glass jar on the right side of the bookshelf, which contains many candies, all of which are peach-flavored in pink packaging.

Song Jingzhou thought of the cup of peach oolong and was in a good mood. He opened the jar and took one, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.

It was really sweet.

Yuan Ye was rummaging through the cabinet under the opposite desk, and if he found it, he would take out a plastic milky white box from it.

He carried it over and put it on the table, randomly pulled a chair and sat beside Song Jingzhou, and opened the milky white box.

There are not many things inside, most of them are some bandages, alcohol, medical cotton and medicine for bruises.

There is not a single medicine for cold and fever in the medicine cabinet.

"Extend your hand." Yuan Ye took out the medical cotton and iodophor.

Song Jingzhou stretched out his left hand obediently, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand under the button, pressed down the button with his thumb, and easily undid the cuff button with one hand.

Yuan Ye let out a "tsk" in his heart, cursing himself for being old-fashioned. At this time, he still felt that Song Jingzhou's nimble and slender fingers were very lustful when he unbuttoned his jacket, and even imagined the scene when he unbuttoned his jacket with that hand .

He pinched himself violently calmly, he couldn't think about it anymore, if he tried hard in front of the other party, he would really die directly.

When Song Jingzhou rolled up his sleeves to reveal a large area of ​​blue, red and purple scars, Yuanye also woke up instantly. He lost all desires and became angry, very angry.

From seeing the wound to the dormitory, he almost couldn't hold back his anger several times, and the palm of his hand was about to be pierced by nails.

Yuanye Shangyao's movements are very gentle, like embroidering flowers on tender tofu, cautious and careful.

Song Jingzhou asked suddenly, "Don't you ask how I did it?"

Yuan Ye changed a cotton swab and said, "If you want to talk about it, why not cover up the wound?"

Song Jingzhou chuckled and asked jokingly, "Would you believe me if I said it was a fight?"

Yuan Ye looked up at him, wrapped his arms around his wrist, and clamped the cotton swab between the index finger and middle finger, pinched the corner of Song Jingzhou's clothes with his thumb and the other four fingers, and rolled the sleeve to the middle of the upper arm, but the scar still did not disappear.

His pupils trembled slightly, and he pretended to be relaxed and said: "You are useless with long arms and legs. You are beaten like this? Call me next time you fight, and I will make up for you."

Song Jingzhou looked at the cotton swab between Yuan Ye's fingers, and asked without answering, "Do you often smoke?"

Wilderness does smoke. He has been smoking since high school, but he is not very addicted. He only takes one pack a month.

"Look at me, a well-behaved student who never fails at the end of the semester. Can I look like a bad student who often smokes?"

Song Jingzhou thought about it seriously, and finally said with a smile: "It's not like."

Not like bad students.

Yuan Ye applied the medicine to Song Jingzhou's two arms, and said, "Wait for the iodophor to dry before putting down the sleeves, and the medicine will be applied to your scars later."

When he said this, he didn't dare to look at Song Jingzhou very much. He couldn't help being excited when he thought of taking off Song Jingzhou's clothes later... No, he wanted to take off Song Jingzhou's clothes.

The sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is shining on Ye Ye's head and body. His whole body is fluffy and looks good to the touch.

"Actually... I also have an injury on my back." Song Jingzhou began to unbutton his shirt as he spoke, "If you fight, your back will inevitably be injured."

Yuan Ye pretended to tidy up the medicine box, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, "Is it an honor to co-author you?"

Following a rustling sound, out of the corner of Ye Ye's eyes, he caught sight of a piece of white, which was the sleeve of a white shirt, and the cuff was still stained with a little iodine, which turned slightly yellow.

A beam of light came in from outside, fine dust was flying, and the smell of fir trees in the air was running fast, crazily running around in the nose of the wilderness.

"Excuse me, senior." Song Jingzhou's voice was pleasant, as warm as his own.

But the current scene only made Ye Ye feel scorchingly hot.

The first thing I saw when I looked up was the mole on the protruding collarbone, which looked like a red bean on a summer smoothie in the white and greasy skin.

Yuan Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the agitation in his heart, forced his eyes to pass over the scenery in front of his chest, jumped directly to his left arm, and took the treated cotton swab to apply iodophor on it.

He felt that he was a steam engine now, with a cover on top of his head, and the cover was pushed up and down by the gas, making a sound of "puff puff puff chiffon", and the fuselage was already so hot that it was about to explode.

"Senior, are you cold? Your hands have been shaking."

Yuanye laughed awkwardly, "It's neither cold nor cold. I just played too hard and my muscles are a little sore."

"Remember to take a hot bath tonight to relax your muscles."

Yuan Ye hurriedly nodded and went down the steps.

But when it came to muscles, he realized that although Song Jingzhou looked thin, his muscles were actually stronger than his, and he felt full of tenacity when covered with cotton swabs.

"Which gym did you train your muscles? I'll also get a card tomorrow." Yuan Ye really wanted to know because he was looking for a topic.

I don't know if it's his physical problem or what's the reason, his muscles are always unsatisfactory, it's just a thin layer.

"Practice at home."

Yuan Ye was surprised and couldn't believe it, "You practiced so well at home? Did you buy any teacher's courses?"

"No," Song Jingzhou narrowed his eyes and continued, "My dad taught me."

"Is your dad a fitness instructor?"

"No." Song Jingzhou's voice became deeper and his tone became much cooler.

Song Jingzhou sat sideways, half of his face was in the warm orange sun, and half of his face was in the shadow.Like a large ocean, the bottom of the sea is mysterious and treacherous, and the surface of the sea is sparkling.

Yuanye looked sideways, and the distance between his eyebrows and eyes, which were already narrow, got closer. He threw away the cotton swab that had been completely covered with iodophor.

"Turn around and I'll paint your back."

Song Jingzhou got up and straddled the chair with his back facing Yuanye, exposing his entire back. With his hands on the back of the chair, his back was slightly arched, which was extremely impactful.

If it were normal, Yuan Ye would be sure that his dick would be hard, but now he didn't know what emotions he should have besides distress and anger.

The injury on the back was much heavier than that on the arm, and a large area spread across the entire back, and the original skin color could not be seen.The purple covered the crimson, and there was cyan under the crimson, as if the paint tray had been overturned.

But the striker knew very well, all the scars avoided the spine, and the cold white one extended from the neck down to the tailbone, making those wounds even more terrifying.

Yuan Ye subconsciously reached out to touch it. After being exposed to the air for so long, the temperature of his skin had already dropped, which was cooler than his fingertips, but he could feel the burning sensation of these scars when they were first applied.

"It's like this, you still have physical education class, are you sure about it?" Yuan Ye became more and more angry as he thought about it, and raised his head and said angrily.

"How can you have the face to ask for leave after being beaten up like this?" Song Jingzhou replied jokingly.

Yuan Ye bared his teeth at him angrily, but of course Song Jingzhou couldn't see it.

Yuan Ye reached out for another bag of medical cotton, held iodophor in his left hand, and asked while applying it, "I didn't have it last week, but I got it over the weekend? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Going to the hospital is too troublesome."

"I don't usually see you so lazy." Yuan Ye gave him another hard look at the back of his head, and when he looked away, he saw several small bumps on his ear bones from the corner of his eye.

It was the mark left after the ear hole healed, and there were several on the left earbone, which were punched irregularly, all of which were picked on the bone.

"Wow, you are really not afraid of pain, there are so many holes in the ear bones."

Before Le Zaili said that he had pierced ears, Yuan Ye tried to hit two on the ear bones, but the pain was excruciating as soon as he hit one, and he refused to hit the second one no matter what.

He howled in pain for three nights afterward, then allowed it to heal without thinking about the piercing again.

Song Jingzhou had three left and four right, and Yuanye felt suffocating in pain just thinking about it.

Song Jingzhou reached out and touched his ear, "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much when it's pierced."

"Bull!" Yuan Ye admired him sincerely, "But look at your healing marks, you have been beaten for several years, right?"

"Well, I played in my freshman year of high school."

Yuan Ye laughed, "I didn't expect you to have a rebellious period."

Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door, accompanied by Le Zaili's out-of-key singing.

"...Damn it! I'm sorry! I interrupted you!"

"Hey—" Le Zaili closed the door again.