The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

That night... After the incident, no one mentioned it again.Intentionally or not, Wen Song never recalled it.

It wasn't a real kiss, like being vomited by a drunk, it was forced rather than voluntary, leaving the impression of being more shocked than heartbroken.

He had never imagined what that would look like to others.

Does it look the same as a real kiss?

It's complicated to say, and I don't even know where to start to explain, or whether it is necessary to explain.Wen Song was silent for too long, which made the opposite party feel uneasy.

[I just ran into it by chance, and I was shocked at the time... I thought I was too drunk to see my eyes... But don't worry!My mouth is very strict and I won’t say it out]

【I've also heard some rumors, but I don't think Senior Brother Qin is that kind of person】

[In short, it’s good that you two are happy, don’t forget to tell me when you get back to school, let’s go eat delicious food together!I'll treat! 】

She has been in school for so long, and she is probably the first person who will say "just be happy" when mentioning Qin Tan.Wen Song felt kind and comforted, and even wanted to take a screenshot of this page and send it to Qin Qin for a look.

【Thank you】

【Let’s go back to school for dinner next week:)】

After sending this sentence, the long-awaited doorbell finally rang.

He put down his phone and ran to the door quickly, looked out through the peephole, and opened the door only after confirming that he was coming.

"You finally come back... hello."

The unfinished words were interrupted by the sudden weight.Wen Song's shoulders sank, he was stunned for a while, and raised his hand to stroke the back of this wronged head, "Are you tired?"

Qin Qin buried his head in silence, the night rain fell all the way on his body, with the coolness of late autumn, even his cheeks were cold, the tail of his hair was soaked, and it was so cold that it stuck to his shoulders.

"Okay, don't act like a baby, come in first... First, come in first, come in and then act!"

Wen Song was anxious to change his words, thinking of the tragedy caused by a bite of bread in the convenience store in the past, he was afraid that his tone of voice would make him angry and cry, and if he let others see it in the middle of the night, it would add another stroke to the black history of the society.

The modeling classroom was not close, so he actually walked back on such a cold day.Wen Song suspected that he had no money and was too embarrassed to speak to his friends. He was so anxious that he urged him to take a hot bath to warm up.

The room was as warm as spring.

Qin Qin saw that his light gray pajamas were lighter, softer and much more comfortable than the bathrobes in the hotel, but the fabric of the neckline was slightly wet by himself, turning it into an incompatible dark color.

Wen Song went to get his phone, saw the emoji sent by Lin Youyou, and didn't bother to reply, so he directly switched to the delivery software, "What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you."

"What did you have for dinner?"

"Ramen... Do you want to drink purple rice milk? It's not too sweet, and it's still hot when it's delivered."

"it is good."

Obedient is still obedient.Chased him into the bathroom and finished ordering takeaway, Wen Song just caught a glimpse of the operation of bringing people in. He didn't even close the door until now. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it halfway in. He stopped and fell back, squatting on the ground for a closer look. .

There were a few red water stains that looked like drops of blood.The carpet in the hotel corridor is dark, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

He closed the door, stepped back with a frown, and followed the traces to see that there were also light red water droplets on the floor of the bathroom door.It seems to be dripping after mixing and diluting blood and rainwater.

Wen Song clasped his arms around his chest, leaned against the closet and stood at the door for analysis.

It can't be who came to the aunt.

The previous experience of going to the toilet together to pee next to each other helped rule out the possibility. His eyes fell on the blood-stained handle of the bathroom door, and his brows were furrowed even tighter.

Qin Qin came out of the shower, and when he opened the door, he faced his serious face: "...what are you doing?"

"Waiting for takeout."

Wen Song raised his chin at him and said displeasedly, "What happened to your hand?"

Qin Qin raised his hand and looked, just after washing, the skin and flesh of the scratched wound on the back of his hand was pale.

"Bumped into a tree."

"..."

Why don't you say it hit a pig.

What a fool if you don't walk well.Wen Song gave him a heartbroken look, didn't believe the nonsense but didn't ask again, went to the bedside to find the phone and wanted to call the front desk, "Let me help you find a clinic nearby."

"Don't be so troublesome." Qin Qin said, "I want a bottle of iodophor, hydrogen peroxide and bandages to be brought up." This is such a commonplace tone.Wen Song became even more anxious. Watching him wash the new wound on his hand with ease, and then look at the old scar on his forehead that has not completely faded away. For a moment, he felt in a daze that he was face to face with a rebellious adolescent.

As another person who has nothing to do with adolescent rebellion, Wen Song can't help, so he can only look at it with his face in his hands, and exhale, "Could it be that the peaceful time when I hang out with me is a rare one? Is it your daily life?"

Qin Qin lowered his head and wrapped a few rounds of bandages on his hands, he was noncommittal, pursed his lips and still laughed.

At times like this, I feel like I don't know anything about him.Wen Song asked dissatisfiedly, "Why are you laughing?"

Qin Qin: "Hungry."

"..."

The takeaway boy knocked on the door outside with a tacit understanding.Wen Song went to bring in the hot food, and watched him push the medicine bottle on the table aside neatly to make room, "Can I have chopsticks?"

"It doesn't matter."

The smell of food made me dizzy.Qin Tan's men paused, but still opened the takeaway and ate it without saying a word.

Wen Song felt that the ramen at night tasted pretty good, but he ate it expressionlessly, "You're like an emotionless cooking machine."

Qin Qin stopped, moistened his throat with warm rice milk, and said for some unknown reason, "If you can really have no feelings, it will probably be easier to live."

The physical injury is so insignificant, no matter how deep or painful the wound is, as long as the scabs form, there will be a day of healing.

Instead of following you like a shadow, you can't break free for a lifetime.

Wen Song heard something wrong, wondering if something unpleasant happened.But in this unfamiliar city, what can you encounter?

Thinking like this, he realized that his train of thought was very strange—for ordinary people, an apparently unfamiliar environment meant more danger.

Qin Qin ate very quickly, as if he was trying to stuff as much food as possible before his patience reached the limit, so as to ensure the energy for the body to run, and there was no joy in enjoying the food.

Such a meal process is not a pleasant experience for yourself or for people who are watching.He didn't even manage to finish a whole serving of ramen, so he dropped his chopsticks and walked quickly into the bathroom, spitting out the food he had just barely stuffed into it.

"..."

Wen Song didn't follow into the bathroom, almost feeling helpless that could be expected. He cleaned up the leftover food on the table and carried it to the door. He opened the windows a little to let the air in. He waited for Qin Qin to come out before saying, "Go to the hospital." .”

He fell on the bed, kicked off his slippers and shrank into the quilt, closed his eyes and refused with all his strength, "I don't want to go."

Wen Song lay on the bedside and looked at him, "What's wrong with that? I'll help you buy medicine."

"……Headache."

There was a buzzing in his head, and the sound was so vibrating that it made people feel sick.Qin Qin doubted whether he could go to the rehearsal soberly in such a state, and doubted that when he opened his eyes again, his gaze would be filled with gray mist.

When I opened my mouth again, there was only a childish sentence, "I don't want to take medicine."

Wen Song couldn't think of how he should take care of him, so he sat on the head of the bed and dragged his upper body onto his lap with great effort, "Then shall I massage for you?"

"But I only helped my grandfather press it, so I'm not very good at it."

He really doesn't know any techniques, he just rubs gently on the temples.

Qin Qin thought that what he needed was a heavy beating, and he needed to use enough force to penetrate his temples to stop the dizzy humming in his head.

But in such a slowly unfolding strength, he felt like a piece of wax slowly melting under his warm fingers.Even at such times, one realizes that the gift of one's emotional presence is more effective than any drug.

Qin Tan thought that it would be more uncomfortable if he was too close to him, and he should push him away, but he endured it silently for a while, and finally pulled down his disorganized fingers, which covered his face.The scent that spread out from his palm was the smell of the shower gel in the hotel, which smelled better than the shower gel.

Is it comfortable or uncomfortable, like it or not.It is such a contradiction and disorder, lingering in my heart full of doubts.

I don't know if it was because of throwing up just now, Qin Qin actually felt really hungry.

Those soft and pleasant-smelling palms were pressed against his lips, and he could taste it with the tip of his tongue.

Wen Song wanted to withdraw his fingers strangely, but heard a deep sigh, and felt his lips slowly open and close, brushing against his palm.

"This morning, I went to see my therapist.

"Her surname is Duan. We've known each other for a long time, and she should already know me very well. I've told her many things, many times that we hang out together, many times about... you."

Qin Tan closed his eyes tightly, only for a moment, completely emptied.The noisy voice in my mind disappeared for a while, and only my own voice could be heard.

"Doctor Duan said I like you."

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