don't cry

The explanation for injuring your little finger while chopping tomatoes seems irrational to normal people.

However, Jing Rong did not doubt Qu Yu's wording at all, this is called caring and chaos.

Jing Rong is concerned about him.

Qu Yu's back was pressed against the door panel, the corners of her lips were slowly hooked up, fixed at a proud angle, and the meaning in her eyes was unclear.

He took off the tightly wrapped band-aid, revealing a small white fingertip.

No scratches on it, clean.

Through the door panel, one could faintly hear the sound of washing dishes outside, Qu Yu lowered her eyes in thought, and paced towards the bedside.

There was a small pink utility knife lying quietly in the drawer. He leaned on the pillow and glanced sideways at the white light that flashed outside, followed by majestic thunder.

"As long as it can speed up the progress, it's nothing." Qu Yu murmured in a low voice.

The utility knife slowly cut open the fair skin, and then tiny blood beads came out, and after a while, they meandered into a slightly thick red line, and began to tick down along the scratch.

pat.

A red bead hit the palm of Qu Yu's left hand.

He lowered his head and sniffed his little finger, the blood dripped out from the tip of his tongue, half-closed his eyes and looked at the wall, as if he was looking at the long-coveted prey brother through the pale wall.

Qu Yu wiped the utility knife without changing his face and put it back in the drawer. He raised his hand and looked at the slightly thin scratch, suddenly a little dissatisfied.

If my brother wants to apply medicine to his wound, wouldn't it be easy to cheat?

This time, he set his sights on the bathroom.

After Jing Rong washed the dishes and chopsticks, he tidied up the kitchen by the way. When he turned around, he found that Qu Yu was no longer in the living room. Thinking of how sleepy he was just now, he might have quietly gone back to the bedroom to rest.

At any rate, the other party didn't get wet, and the wound wouldn't get soaked, so it would get better sooner.

Thinking of this, Jing Rong wiped his hands, felt relieved, and went back to the bedroom to wash up.

When he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and was wiping his hair, another thought flashed through his mind.

If you put some medicine on the wound, maybe it can heal faster.

He stopped wiping his hair slightly, and he couldn't hold down the thought as soon as it arose.

After standing silently at the door of the bathroom for a few seconds, he followed his heart and opened the door.

Jing Rong came to the door of Qu Yu's bedroom, and the light spilled from the glass above, reminding him that the other party might not have fully rested yet.

Jing Rong thought for a while, turned around and went to the medicine box to search for Yunnan Baiyao, and took out a new Band-Aid by the way.

"Qu Yu," he knocked on the other party's door, "I found Yunnan Baiyao, do you want some?"

After a few seconds, the door in front of him was opened.

Qu Yu's hair was wet, there were still drops of water running across her face, and her neck was covered with a thin layer of water vapor.

Jing Rong frowned suddenly: "Have you taken a bath?"

As soon as the voice fell, the delicate scent of gardenia slowly floated towards him, mixing with the smell on his body, without distinguishing between you and me.

Qu Yu innocently blinked her eyes: "That's right, I have to take a shower every day before going to bed."

"Then what about your wound?" Jing Rong said, his eyes had already started to automatically look for his right little finger.

Without waiting for him to ask again, Qu Yu obediently raised her right hand, the wound on her little finger could no longer be seen clearly, perhaps because she had been in the bath for a long time, her skin was a little wrinkled and swollen, not as beautiful as usual.

Jing Rong frowned tightly, and subconsciously put on a straight face: "You take a shower after scratching your finger, how ignorant are you?"

His tone was stern, sullen and annoyed, with a stern face, comparable to a high school class teacher admonishing others.

Qu Yu's fingers were slightly curled up, and his expression was obviously a little stiff. He lowered his arms in embarrassment, hid his right hand behind his back, and carefully looked at the unhappy Jing Rong.

Only then did Jing Rong realize that he had lost his composure, but he still couldn't relax his facial expression when he thought that the other party didn't care about his body so much.

Qu Yu thought of something, his eyes turned red: "Brother, don't be angry, I didn't mean it, I just got used to it."

The boy bit his lower lip, looking slightly aggrieved.

The fire in Jing Rong's heart was extinguished instantly, followed by an unspeakable sourness, he paused and sighed.

Qu Yu grew up in such a harsh environment, he really shouldn't put the other party in a very strict position.

He couldn't bear to see the other party so sad, and subconsciously lowered his tone when he spoke: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you, I just—"

Just a little too concerned.

Realizing what he wanted to say, Jing Rong stopped talking, and his complexion became a little unhappy.

He was vaguely aware that his current state of mind had become out of control, and he no longer accepted his full transfer, which was not a good sign.

"Is brother caring about me?" Qu Yu suddenly asked, seeming a little embarrassed.

Jing Rong's body froze, and he couldn't help swallowing after being punctured. He raised his hand and pushed his glasses, his eyes drifted slightly, and he deliberately didn't look at the other person's face.

He knew that the other party was waiting for him to answer, but now his mind was in a mess, and no matter what he said, it seemed that something was wrong, so he simply chose to ignore it as if to avoid it.

"Looks like I'm being self-indulgent." The other party's tone was low, obviously a little disappointed.

Jing Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't bear it any more.

He couldn't help but shift his gaze to Qu Yu's side, and saw that the other party drooped his head, looking listless.

The lights dazzled, and he seemed to see a tear rolling down the opponent's jaw.

"..."

Jing Rong clenched his fingers, and sighed again as if admitting defeat: "Yes, I care about you, you are not pretending to be affectionate."

The silently crying child seemed to have stopped, and then hurriedly wiped away tears with the back of his hand, raised his eyelids and looked at him anxiously, as if to confirm the authenticity of his answer.

Jing Rong's expression was still serious, but it was much softened than before.

After Qu Yu confirmed, she opened her arms and looked directly at him: "Then I want my brother to hug me."

The other party's eyes were red, and the tears were not completely wiped off. He looked at him seriously, stubborn and cute.

Jing Rong only felt that somewhere in his heart became soft, he loosened the marks between his eyebrows, and raised his hand to hug Quyu.

Qu Yu looked thin, but he didn't feel so weak when he was hugged, because he was slightly taller than him, and the other party's chin could easily rest on his shoulder.

The scorching breath spread on the side of the neck. Jing Rong had just taken a shower, and his skin was more sensitive, so he couldn't help trembling.

The other party hugged him with a lot of strength, as if he was afraid that he would go back on what he said that made people sad.

Jing Rong could only pat Qu Yu's back lightly: "Don't think about it."

"No cranky thinking,"

The other party's voice was muffled, "I'm very happy that my brother can admit that he cares about me."

"Brother, I like you so much."

Although he knew that the other party's liking was just a liking of worship and admiration, not the kind of regular admiration, Jing Rong was caught off guard and missed a beat.

He patted the opponent's hand and stopped in the air, his fingertips curled up slightly, trembling slightly.

The speed of time seems to have slowed down, so slow that Jing Rong can feel each other's heartbeat gradually becoming a frequency.

He felt that his mood was getting more and more out of control, just like at this moment, he just wanted to be calm and calm, but his heartbeat was disobedient, powerful and fast.

Jing Rong is a little flustered now.

This panic may have come from this steamy hug, or from the other party's unintentional confession. In short, he showed some unnecessary reactions at this time.

It was as if he was facing a test paper that he couldn't even read. He held a pen and didn't know how to write the correct answer. He could only face this embarrassment with silence, and had the illusion of being embarrassed.

It seems that something is staring at him, and he can't escape.

This absurd idea appeared for no reason, and then disappeared very quickly, so fast that Jing Rong almost missed the moment.

He didn't have time to think about it, the breath on the side of his neck seemed to be a little heavier, and it was slightly wet.

Jing Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fingers, and tried to steady his voice: "You, what are you doing?"

The other party didn't answer him, the wetness on the side of his neck became more and more wet, and the arms around his waist tightened.

There was a strange emotion spreading in his heart, Jing Rong couldn't stop thinking about it, he held the other's arm: "Let go."

There was a bit of seriousness in his tone.

Although Qu Yu didn't speak, the strength on his arm began to decrease, and finally it rested loosely on his hip bone.

Jing Rong frowned slightly and looked at the other party.

Qu Yu cried again just now, the corners of her eyes were water marks that she hadn't wiped off in time, her lips were also a little wet, bright red, very beautiful.

Jing Rong was dumbfounded, unable to speak out all kinds of questions for a while.

"I'm sorry brother, I couldn't help crying when I was happy, and even wiped my tears on my brother's neck, I won't do it next time." Qu Yu obediently admitted his mistake.

His expression was sincere and peaceful, not like he was lying.

But there was still some weirdness in Jing Rong's heart, and there was an indescribable disharmony.

But at this moment, he couldn't criticize too much, and felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he quickly got back on track: "By the way, do your fingers still hurt? Come and get some medicine."

Qu Yushun raised his hand to show him, and Jing Rong still couldn't restrain his distress when he saw the small piece of swollen skin.

He took the other's hand to the living room and sat on the sofa, unscrewed the bottle cap of Yunnan Baiyao, and carefully sprinkled it on Quyu's wound.

Jing Rong's downcast eyes are carefully fiddled with with a serious and gentle appearance. Under the bridge of the nose pressed by the glasses frame is the light crimson lips, which are now slightly opened, which seems to be an unconscious habit.

But it is extremely attractive, as if inviting the person in front of you to communicate and explore in depth.

Qu Yu's eyes were deep, and the tip of her tongue was ready to move against her lower lip, and her gaze fell on Jing Rong's lips for a moment.

I want to bite it, and see that the lips are stained with my own breath, becoming submissive and soft, like crushing an elegant and clean gardenia, so that the petals are covered with my own traces.

want to.

Really want.

Quyu's Adam's apple rolled.

The other party was quiet the whole time, neither crying out for pain nor twitching his hand, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Jing Rong helped him with good medicine, and thinking of the other party's growth environment, he couldn't help but feel more distressed.

He pushed his glasses, and said: "Let's let it dry for a while, and then put on a band-aid when it's almost dry."

After speaking, he raised his eyelids to look at the other party.

Qu Yu still kept his self-abiding appearance, innocent and honest, and nodded obediently when he heard the words: "Don't worry, brother, he will definitely do a good job."

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