There was a sudden silence in the room.
Fan Fangting remembered that he was still angry with Fan Fangcheng before, and cleared his throat in embarrassment.
When he saw the bruise on his face, his eyes filled with distress, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand.
"Chengcheng, does it hurt?"
Fan Fangcheng turned his head away from his hand, got up and walked out in silence.
Fan Fangting's hands froze in the air.
It took a long time to slowly withdraw it.
With his head resting on his chin, there was no ferocity in a fight. Pouting his mouth, his expression and voice were aggrieved.
"I went to the police station because of you, and I'm still angry...Fan Fangcheng, cheapskate..."
Before the words were finished, the door opened again with a "squeak".
Fan Fangcheng walked in with medicinal wine and cotton swabs, and skillfully began to apply medicine to Fan Fangting.
"Who asked you to fight with them? There were so many people at that time, wouldn't it be over if you ran away? Why did we cause so much trouble and let our parents wipe our ass. If our family still had some money, if you just left a criminal record , what shall we do next?"
The tone was cold and indifferent, but it made Fan Fangting's aggrieved heart melt warmly.
He snorted and muttered, "Who told him to push you? I can't bear to move a finger of yours."
"What's the matter with pushing it? It won't lose a piece of meat."
"Just can't!"
Thinking of Fan Fangcheng's frown when he was pushed to the ground, Fan Fangting's heart burst into flames, and his eyes widened.
In the next second, he yelled "Ouch".
"Fan Fangcheng, can't you be gentle? Murder your brother!"
Fan Fangting's arrogance was immediately extinguished when the opposite person glanced over with a faint look.
The tall man of more than 1.8 meters sat on the edge of the bed with his legs bent, curled up like a big dog, obediently allowing Fan Fang to take the medicine.
Fan Fangcheng usually does not like sports, his arms are very slender, he has almost no muscles, and his skin is fair. It was in stark contrast to Fan Fangting's tanned, muscular arms.
His eyelashes as black as crow feathers drooped quietly, and his lips were slightly pursed, reminding Fan Fangting of when he was doing the problem.
The same expression, the same seriousness.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of two people could be heard.
At this moment, those secret thoughts hidden in the bottom of his heart that he dared not announce to the public quietly emerged, making Fan Fangting's breathing a little short.
Taking advantage of Fan Fangcheng lowering his head to apply the medicine to himself, he looked almost greedily at the face that was very similar to him but had a completely different temperament.
eyelashes, nose, mouth...
"Fan Fangting."
Those black eyes suddenly lifted up.
Fan Fangting, like a child who was caught doing bad things, immediately averted his eyes, and his voice was raised a few notches because of guilt.
"What, why?"
After a moment of silence, Fan Fangcheng's voice softened.
"Don't get hurt again, okay?"
Fan Fangting was startled.
When he raised his head again, Fan Fangcheng had already left the room with the medicinal wine.
Ding, Fan Fangting's favorability has increased by 2 points, and now his favorability is 94 points.
After returning to his room, Jiang Yan was so angry that he threw himself on the bed and beat the pillow.
"How did the favorability increase by two points? This is unscientific!"
You just took a medicine, what else do you want? Besides, the starting point of favorability in this mission world is high, and it is not so easy to improve.
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Jiang Yan sighed melancholy, and rolled on the bed as if venting.
After browsing for a while, he suddenly said, "No. 888, what do you think of Rui Xi?"
He's pretty handsome—
Just after finishing speaking, No. 888 suddenly realized something and became vigilant: Wait, why are you asking this
Jiang Yan laughed, buried himself in the quilt and stopped talking.