Heart distance
Chapter 5 Smell
When Han Ziqi realized the opponent's movement, his jaw had already been touched first.
Being molested maliciously by Han Tingsong again and again, Han Ziqi's anger reached its peak.He took the hanger that he didn't have time to put down, and used the hook on it to put it on the wrist that Han Tingsong touched his chin, and pulled it hard.
The hangers are simple metal materials, some years old.The soft rubber on the hook part fell off, exposing the sharp wire tip, which pierced directly into Han Tingsong's wrist.
"Hiss—it hurts!" Han Ting bowed his body slightly, and stretched his arms closer to Han Ziqi to reduce the pain caused by the dragging.
Han Ziqi let go of his hand, and the hanger was still tightly stuck on the other's wrist, but he didn't want to deal with it at all, so he simply locked the door behind him, and it was finally quiet.
Thinking of the place touched by a man just now, Han Ziqi planned to go out to wash his face, but there was a shameless devil outside, going out now would only add to his irritability.
Han Ziqi, who was accumulating resentment, sat back at the table, but suffered from the inconvenience of not having a mirror in the room.
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera, took out the disinfectant wipes, and tried to wipe the place where the man's fingertips had been rubbed.
The man had just taken a shower, and he still had the same aroma of body wash as him, and it was just a light touch.The strength of the man's hand was not heavy, not even aggressive, and there was no discomfort afterwards.
Han Ziqi tried to comfort himself and turned the camera to one side.
only……
This time, the ears were really red.
Seeing the unsatisfactory pink color in the camera, Han Ziqi was immediately upset, closed his phone, and went to bed.
There was another knock on the door.
Han Ziqi only felt that he was going to be driven crazy.
"Child, can you take me to sleep in your room for one night?" Han Tingsong's voice became pitiful again, "The sofa is too narrow, I can't get used to it. I sleep very honestly and never move .”
Don't stay at my house if you can't sleep well.
Soon Han Sijun's voice came from outside the door, "Brother Tingsong, you sleep with me, brother likes to sleep with brother Tingsong."
"Okay. Brother Jun, you are much better than some people." Han Tingsong deliberately amplified his voice, "Do you know that a cold-blooded person will never find a boyfriend in the future."
Han Ziqi was sure that the other party was talking about a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.
At three o'clock in the morning, Han Ziqi was awakened by a nightmare and sat up from the bed, feeling completely drowsy.
In the dream, he cried and cried, but got no response. After waking up from the dream, he only felt dry mouth.
Han Ziqi came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, unscrewed a bottle of iced Coke and was about to drink it, but was snatched by one hand.
Han Ziqi's heart sank, he raised his jaw and looked at the man beside him.
"Drinking iced soda in the middle of the night is not healthy." Han Tingsong handed him a transparent glass, "Drinking warm water is the right thing to do."
Han Ziqi didn't answer, and his eyes couldn't help but stop on the man's wrist, where there was a scar that was still oozing blood, no accident it was left when he hooked the clothes hanger.Judging by the area of the wound, the entire head of the wire was probably pierced in. I don't know how deep it is, and whether a tetanus is needed.
"No?" The man still looked at him with his glass up, "Don't worry, I don't need to hurt you, and I haven't moved."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Tingsong was about to take back the cup, "If you don't drink it, I will..."
In just a split second, Han Ziqi grabbed the water cup.
More than half a glass of water, with a suitable temperature of about [-] degrees Celsius, moistened the dry throat along the mouth.
Han Tingsong was still holding his Coke in the other hand, leaning against the refrigerator, looking at him and smiling.
Han Ziqi was inexplicably flustered in his heart, worried that he would be teased again and dared not meet his eyes, so he changed the subject and said, "Why are you still awake?"
Han Tingsong pointed to the back room, "Listen, how can I sleep here?"
Han Sijun's snoring came one after another, and he could be heard clearly even in the kitchen, let alone sleeping next to him.
"Kid, do you snore in your sleep?"
"What are you doing?" Han Ziqi asked cautiously.
"Why are you so nervous? I don't know what to do to you."
"However, even if you snore, I can bear it, so..." Han Tingsong looked closely at him, "Do you want to sleep with your brother's arms tonight?"
"Crazy!" Han Ziqi didn't want to play this kind of silly trick with him again. He didn't even have time to put down the glass in his hand, and went back to the room with anger, and locked the door behind him.
Han Ziqi, who had no sleepiness, sat in front of the writing desk, and casually turned out an exercise book on the desk to kill time.
The bright eye protection lamp of the writing desk fell on the glass he had just brought back. The glass was washed clean, leaving a row of fingerprints on it.
Han Ziqi held the bottom of the cup and looked at the desk lamp.
The man's fingers are very long, and the lines of all knuckles are clearly printed on the glass.
Han Ziqi was in an unconscious state, holding the glass close to the tip of his nose, and there was a smell of bath liquid that didn't belong to his house, it was the perfume he smelled at Hantingsong last time.
Still a light citrus scent, but it seems to be mixed with some mint flavor, very light, not sure.
Han Ziqi put down the glass, opened the drawer and took out the medicine box, and walked out of the room in a strange manner.
A quilt was casually placed on the fabric sofa. Han Ziqi looked around and saw a man in front of the French windows in the living room.
Han Tingsong was wearing comfortable cotton home clothes, sitting casually on the brown wooden floor, putting one arm on his bent knee, and looking out the window with his head tilted.
There is an artificial lake outside the window of his house, and there is an all-night nightclub opposite.After the sky darkened, the nightclub lit up with colorful neon lights, reflecting the same gorgeous light on the calm lake.
The beautiful light shines on Han Tingsong's body along the transparent glass window.
Han Ziqi watched him cover his back from the window, but his whole body was radiant.
It's cold light, not warm.
He is not happy.
It was rare for Han Ziqi to take the initiative to ask, "What are you looking at?"
Hearing the sound, the man turned his eyes, his sternness from the last second instantly changed, and he raised the corners of his lips, "Why, it's been a long night, I'm so lonely that I don't want to fall asleep?"
Han Ziqi ignored the man, and squatted beside him with a medicine box, "Extend your arm."
"What's wrong?" Han Tingsong deliberately raised his uninjured hand, and hung it in front of Han Ziqi, "Are you envious of the muscles in my arm? They are indeed stronger than your chopsticks."
"Are you finished?" Han Ziqi realized how stupid he was now, and got up to leave.
"Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong." Hanting Matsushita subconsciously wanted to grab his arm, but suddenly realized something, and withdrew his dangling hand, "Okay, I know your cleanliness, I won't touch it."
Han Ziqi recovered for a few seconds, then squatted back beside him.
At this time, Han Tingsong had already followed his advice and hung his injured arm in front of him.
Han Ziqi took out a cotton swab, dipped it in some alcohol, and tapped it lightly on the wound that was still bleeding.The wound was deeper than he had imagined, without scabs of blood, it should be very painful to be stimulated by alcohol, but Han Tingsong didn't move at all.
After the alcohol was finished, Han Ziqi applied another layer of iodophor, the cotton swab was slightly stained, and the medicine on his arm was still not dry.
Han Ziqi screwed on the bottle cap, moved a little closer to the other's wrist hanging in mid-air, bowed his head and blew lightly twice.
The tan wound was still glistening under the neon light.
Han Ziqi leaned closer and blew again.
The scent of perfume from the man's wrist flooded into his nostrils. It was stronger than the one on the cup just now, with a refreshing mint aroma.
Sure enough, mint.
Han Ting's naturally open palm hanging loosely in mid-air clenched it unnaturally, and then let it go quickly.
The potion was almost finished, Han Ziqi took out a piece of air-permeable gauze from the medicine box, and carefully wrapped it on him with a thin layer.
During the wrapping process, Han Tingsong's wrist barely moved, but Han Ziqi's fingertips still inevitably touched the man's skin.
It was warm, hotter than his fingers.
After the wound was wrapped, Han Ziqi didn't say a word, he lowered his head and packed the medicine box by himself.
Han Ziqi felt the close gaze, he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't want to conflict with others, and he didn't have anything to talk about, so it was better to pretend he didn't care.
"Children." Han Tingsong said, "In the future, don't blow wounds on people you are not close to."
Han Ziqi paused for a moment, but didn't reply.
"Your behavior makes me think..."
That's only half the story.
It was like a commercial was suddenly inserted when the movie reached its climax, which was excruciating.
Han Ziqi raised his head subconsciously and looked at him.
The man looked at him with his chin propped up, his brows and eyes had the calm temperament of a mature man admired by teenagers, but his deep black eyes reflected an attractive light, thousands of times more dazzling than the neon lights outside the window.
"Will make me think..."
The man still looked at him, "You're seducing me."
Being molested maliciously by Han Tingsong again and again, Han Ziqi's anger reached its peak.He took the hanger that he didn't have time to put down, and used the hook on it to put it on the wrist that Han Tingsong touched his chin, and pulled it hard.
The hangers are simple metal materials, some years old.The soft rubber on the hook part fell off, exposing the sharp wire tip, which pierced directly into Han Tingsong's wrist.
"Hiss—it hurts!" Han Ting bowed his body slightly, and stretched his arms closer to Han Ziqi to reduce the pain caused by the dragging.
Han Ziqi let go of his hand, and the hanger was still tightly stuck on the other's wrist, but he didn't want to deal with it at all, so he simply locked the door behind him, and it was finally quiet.
Thinking of the place touched by a man just now, Han Ziqi planned to go out to wash his face, but there was a shameless devil outside, going out now would only add to his irritability.
Han Ziqi, who was accumulating resentment, sat back at the table, but suffered from the inconvenience of not having a mirror in the room.
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera, took out the disinfectant wipes, and tried to wipe the place where the man's fingertips had been rubbed.
The man had just taken a shower, and he still had the same aroma of body wash as him, and it was just a light touch.The strength of the man's hand was not heavy, not even aggressive, and there was no discomfort afterwards.
Han Ziqi tried to comfort himself and turned the camera to one side.
only……
This time, the ears were really red.
Seeing the unsatisfactory pink color in the camera, Han Ziqi was immediately upset, closed his phone, and went to bed.
There was another knock on the door.
Han Ziqi only felt that he was going to be driven crazy.
"Child, can you take me to sleep in your room for one night?" Han Tingsong's voice became pitiful again, "The sofa is too narrow, I can't get used to it. I sleep very honestly and never move .”
Don't stay at my house if you can't sleep well.
Soon Han Sijun's voice came from outside the door, "Brother Tingsong, you sleep with me, brother likes to sleep with brother Tingsong."
"Okay. Brother Jun, you are much better than some people." Han Tingsong deliberately amplified his voice, "Do you know that a cold-blooded person will never find a boyfriend in the future."
Han Ziqi was sure that the other party was talking about a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.
At three o'clock in the morning, Han Ziqi was awakened by a nightmare and sat up from the bed, feeling completely drowsy.
In the dream, he cried and cried, but got no response. After waking up from the dream, he only felt dry mouth.
Han Ziqi came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, unscrewed a bottle of iced Coke and was about to drink it, but was snatched by one hand.
Han Ziqi's heart sank, he raised his jaw and looked at the man beside him.
"Drinking iced soda in the middle of the night is not healthy." Han Tingsong handed him a transparent glass, "Drinking warm water is the right thing to do."
Han Ziqi didn't answer, and his eyes couldn't help but stop on the man's wrist, where there was a scar that was still oozing blood, no accident it was left when he hooked the clothes hanger.Judging by the area of the wound, the entire head of the wire was probably pierced in. I don't know how deep it is, and whether a tetanus is needed.
"No?" The man still looked at him with his glass up, "Don't worry, I don't need to hurt you, and I haven't moved."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Tingsong was about to take back the cup, "If you don't drink it, I will..."
In just a split second, Han Ziqi grabbed the water cup.
More than half a glass of water, with a suitable temperature of about [-] degrees Celsius, moistened the dry throat along the mouth.
Han Tingsong was still holding his Coke in the other hand, leaning against the refrigerator, looking at him and smiling.
Han Ziqi was inexplicably flustered in his heart, worried that he would be teased again and dared not meet his eyes, so he changed the subject and said, "Why are you still awake?"
Han Tingsong pointed to the back room, "Listen, how can I sleep here?"
Han Sijun's snoring came one after another, and he could be heard clearly even in the kitchen, let alone sleeping next to him.
"Kid, do you snore in your sleep?"
"What are you doing?" Han Ziqi asked cautiously.
"Why are you so nervous? I don't know what to do to you."
"However, even if you snore, I can bear it, so..." Han Tingsong looked closely at him, "Do you want to sleep with your brother's arms tonight?"
"Crazy!" Han Ziqi didn't want to play this kind of silly trick with him again. He didn't even have time to put down the glass in his hand, and went back to the room with anger, and locked the door behind him.
Han Ziqi, who had no sleepiness, sat in front of the writing desk, and casually turned out an exercise book on the desk to kill time.
The bright eye protection lamp of the writing desk fell on the glass he had just brought back. The glass was washed clean, leaving a row of fingerprints on it.
Han Ziqi held the bottom of the cup and looked at the desk lamp.
The man's fingers are very long, and the lines of all knuckles are clearly printed on the glass.
Han Ziqi was in an unconscious state, holding the glass close to the tip of his nose, and there was a smell of bath liquid that didn't belong to his house, it was the perfume he smelled at Hantingsong last time.
Still a light citrus scent, but it seems to be mixed with some mint flavor, very light, not sure.
Han Ziqi put down the glass, opened the drawer and took out the medicine box, and walked out of the room in a strange manner.
A quilt was casually placed on the fabric sofa. Han Ziqi looked around and saw a man in front of the French windows in the living room.
Han Tingsong was wearing comfortable cotton home clothes, sitting casually on the brown wooden floor, putting one arm on his bent knee, and looking out the window with his head tilted.
There is an artificial lake outside the window of his house, and there is an all-night nightclub opposite.After the sky darkened, the nightclub lit up with colorful neon lights, reflecting the same gorgeous light on the calm lake.
The beautiful light shines on Han Tingsong's body along the transparent glass window.
Han Ziqi watched him cover his back from the window, but his whole body was radiant.
It's cold light, not warm.
He is not happy.
It was rare for Han Ziqi to take the initiative to ask, "What are you looking at?"
Hearing the sound, the man turned his eyes, his sternness from the last second instantly changed, and he raised the corners of his lips, "Why, it's been a long night, I'm so lonely that I don't want to fall asleep?"
Han Ziqi ignored the man, and squatted beside him with a medicine box, "Extend your arm."
"What's wrong?" Han Tingsong deliberately raised his uninjured hand, and hung it in front of Han Ziqi, "Are you envious of the muscles in my arm? They are indeed stronger than your chopsticks."
"Are you finished?" Han Ziqi realized how stupid he was now, and got up to leave.
"Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong." Hanting Matsushita subconsciously wanted to grab his arm, but suddenly realized something, and withdrew his dangling hand, "Okay, I know your cleanliness, I won't touch it."
Han Ziqi recovered for a few seconds, then squatted back beside him.
At this time, Han Tingsong had already followed his advice and hung his injured arm in front of him.
Han Ziqi took out a cotton swab, dipped it in some alcohol, and tapped it lightly on the wound that was still bleeding.The wound was deeper than he had imagined, without scabs of blood, it should be very painful to be stimulated by alcohol, but Han Tingsong didn't move at all.
After the alcohol was finished, Han Ziqi applied another layer of iodophor, the cotton swab was slightly stained, and the medicine on his arm was still not dry.
Han Ziqi screwed on the bottle cap, moved a little closer to the other's wrist hanging in mid-air, bowed his head and blew lightly twice.
The tan wound was still glistening under the neon light.
Han Ziqi leaned closer and blew again.
The scent of perfume from the man's wrist flooded into his nostrils. It was stronger than the one on the cup just now, with a refreshing mint aroma.
Sure enough, mint.
Han Ting's naturally open palm hanging loosely in mid-air clenched it unnaturally, and then let it go quickly.
The potion was almost finished, Han Ziqi took out a piece of air-permeable gauze from the medicine box, and carefully wrapped it on him with a thin layer.
During the wrapping process, Han Tingsong's wrist barely moved, but Han Ziqi's fingertips still inevitably touched the man's skin.
It was warm, hotter than his fingers.
After the wound was wrapped, Han Ziqi didn't say a word, he lowered his head and packed the medicine box by himself.
Han Ziqi felt the close gaze, he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't want to conflict with others, and he didn't have anything to talk about, so it was better to pretend he didn't care.
"Children." Han Tingsong said, "In the future, don't blow wounds on people you are not close to."
Han Ziqi paused for a moment, but didn't reply.
"Your behavior makes me think..."
That's only half the story.
It was like a commercial was suddenly inserted when the movie reached its climax, which was excruciating.
Han Ziqi raised his head subconsciously and looked at him.
The man looked at him with his chin propped up, his brows and eyes had the calm temperament of a mature man admired by teenagers, but his deep black eyes reflected an attractive light, thousands of times more dazzling than the neon lights outside the window.
"Will make me think..."
The man still looked at him, "You're seducing me."
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