Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

"You're not without hands."

Fu Liang randomly flipped through the pages of the book. Although he couldn't read the book, he flipped through the book very carefully.

He thought of Song Jingyuan from the first plane uncontrollably in his mind, and Song Jingyuan owed the same thing.

"I have hands, but I can't reach them..." Jiang Xun's tone was coquettish and aggrieved, "Who told you to slap me on the back?"

"Uh..." Fu Liang was silent for two seconds, "I didn't bother anyone back then."

"Please, you are on the waist, and I am on the back, or..." Jiang Xun's gaze fell on Fu Liang's waist, "Next time I will help you apply the medicine?"

"Forget it, no need, thank you."

Fu Liang refused three times.

From the corner of his eye, Jiang Xun stayed beside him motionless. He had no choice but to close the book, got up and took the things in Jiang Xun's hand, and said emotionlessly, "I didn't strike lightly or hard..."

Jiang Xun immediately stuffed the towel into his mouth honestly and self-consciously, and said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Fu Liang: "Okay, then you sit on the chair."

Jiang Xun obediently sat sideways on the chair in front of the desk. Fu Liang turned on the lamp on his desk, and the beige light illuminated Jiang Xun's back.

Jiang Xun's face was hidden in the shadows outside the light. Although his face was covered with cold sweat, he couldn't help showing a smug smile from the corners of his eyes.

However, "Well—" the smile in the corner of Jiang Xun's eyes quickly turned into a tear.

Fu Liang held the alcohol spray like watering flowers, pointing at the marks of his injury and "scrubbing" and spraying wildly.

"Alcohol disinfection, please bear with it." Fu Liang said lightly.

Jiang Xun clenched his hands into fists, and the sweat on his forehead became more and finer. He bit the towel tightly, his teeth and lips trembling.

I don't know if Fu Liang was trying to trick him on purpose. After spraying alcohol once, Jiang Xun couldn't help but leaned forward and poured back the tears from the corners of his eyes. His whole body trembled twice.

Fu Liang's tone was calm: "Sterilize carefully, what if you get tetanus?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xun had no strength to refute.

Now, the only belief that supports him to voluntarily bear the humiliation without resistance is Fu Liang's forgiveness.

Fu Liang was very satisfied with his obedient state at this moment, he didn't spray alcohol for the third time, but carefully dipped the ointment with a cotton swab and carefully applied it on the scar.

Applying the medicine is also very painful, and it will hurt if you touch the two wounds a little.

Jiang Xun bit the towel and drenched in cold sweat. After the pain gradually became numb, he opened his clenched hand a little, took down the towel from his mouth, and asked pantingly, "Brother Liang, when that person was in the warehouse that night, did that person beat you?" You are heavier, or you hit me harder."

Fu Liang looked down at his waist subconsciously: "I don't know."

Seeing the endless sweat on Jiang Xun's back, he was a little worried and said, "Do you have any other discomfort? I can reluctantly accompany you to the hospital."

"Ha ha."

Jiang Xun chuckled twice, but didn't answer him.

Fu Liang didn't understand the meaning of his laughter, and he didn't bother to find out if it was a taunt. He thought that although the strike was not light, the tiger's mouth of his right hand was a little painful when he swung the whip, but it was still accurate enough to avoid the vital point. It would not cause internal injuries to Jiang Xun.

"Hey, that's all."

He threw the medicated cotton swab into the trash can far away, and patted Jiang Xun's arm.

Jiang Xun felt his entire back go numb with pain, and the phone rang suddenly, indicating that the food he ordered had arrived.

"I'll go get it."

Fu Liang glanced at Jiang Xun's uncomfortable shirtless appearance, turned around and went out.

"Row."

Jiang Xun didn't refuse either, and turned his back to the full-length mirror to examine the two scars carefully, then took the loose dark blue pajamas on the pillow and put them on.

There were only Fu Liang and Jiang Xun in the dormitory, but Jiang Xun locked the door behind him.

Fu Liang stood in front of the desk and opened the barbecue takeaway that he was thinking about, while Jiang Xun searched the computer for several high-scoring thrillers. Terrible psychological warfare.

He has seen all these movies, so he can deliberately scare Fu Liang.

The corners of his lips curled into a trace of satisfaction, and behind him Fu Liang uttered an obscenity of "fucking shit".

"what happened?"

Jiang Xun didn't look back, he knew Fu Liangbao's carelessness, and the mouse was still hovering between those movies, entangled in which one to choose.

"We forgot to put seasoning on our barbecue!" Fu Liang couldn't bear it anymore, "You have to give them a bad review, and ask them to give us another one."

Jiang Xun turned around, put his arms on the back of the chair, and said confidently: "Well, this is my request. You are injured now, and you can't eat spicy food... So I told them not to put seasonings."

"It's because you're injured and can't eat spicy food, right?" Fu Liang was speechless, and his greedy heart felt cold.

Jiang Xun was wronged: "Brother Liang, I did it for your own good. You didn't hit me when you ordered the takeaway, and there was a big bone soup in it, which is also for your body. You should drink it while it's hot."

Fu Liang: "..." I fucking thank you.

He took out a bunch of light and bright yellow potato chips from the lunch box, took a bite and swallowed them twice, then took him and complained to Jiang Xun: "Look at this color, can it be called barbecue? There is no such thing at all." Taste."

"When your body recovers, I'll take you to eat authentic barbecue..." Jiang Xun smiled slightly with his eyes bent. He considered Fu Liang's psychological endurance for a while, and finally decided, "Let's just look at Wen Ziren's." "Dead silence"? "

Fu Liang gave a soulless "hmm", moved Jiang Xun's light barbecue beer and big bone soup to Jiang Xun's desk, and then pulled up a chair to watch a movie together.

After Jiang Xun opened the video, he pressed "Pause" first, got up and walked out of the chair: "I will draw the curtains and turn off the lights to feel better. You won't be afraid, will you?"

Fu Liang felt the cold wind blowing across his cheeks, making them a little numb.

He has hardly watched horror movies since he was a child, and he doesn't know whether the characters of this plane have the psychological characteristics of being afraid of horror movies, and his character card and character memory don't have this part of the experience.

"How could I be afraid."

Fu Liang smiled disdainfully, and took another bite of potato chips. He accidentally poked his gums with a bamboo stick, causing him to hiss lightly in pain.

"Are you nervous?" Jiang Xun turned off the lights, and the atmosphere in the room immediately became dim and blue. Only the blue light from the computer screen could make their vision barely clear.

He keenly heard Fu Liang's soft hiss, and cared half-jokingly.

"Impossible." Fu Liang gently licked the painful spot with the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Xun returned to the chair, turned on the play button, put on the gold-rimmed glasses meticulously, took a bite of the tasteless sweet potato skin, and touched Fu Liang's arm with his elbow: "Hurry up and put on the big bone. Drink the soup, it will be cold later."