The scene got out of hand at one point, and I watched as the two of them scuffled and tumbled across my kitchen floor.
Shang Muxiao didn't say a word, just punched people. He Weizhou is weak in the end, not his opponent who plays extreme sports at all. He took several punches at once, and the corners of his mouth were broken.
Although I was also shocked by the sudden appearance of Shang Muxiao, this is not the time to struggle with this. As soon as I escaped from He Weizhou's control, I jumped at the phone on the coffee table and called the police.
"You... what are you doing?" He Weizhou shrank to avoid Shang Muxiao's fist, his voice was a little frightened.
"What am I doing?" Shang Muxiao grabbed the front of his shirt and punched him in the abdomen.
He Weizhou's face turned pale in an instant.
Shang Muxiao raised his fist again, and repeated in a serious tone: "What am I doing?"
"Hello, how can I help you?" The phone was connected, and the operator's gentle voice came from the opposite side.
While observing the battle between the two people in the kitchen, I explained the situation to the operator.
The operator said that they would arrange for the police to arrive as soon as possible to let me pay attention to my own safety.
That He Weizhou pushed Shang Muxiao away with all his might, staggered to the door, and when he saw me, a trace of complicated emotions flashed on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you..."
He finished hurriedly, fearing that Shang Muxiao would chase after him again, he hurriedly turned and left, and ran away directly along the fire escape without even taking the elevator.
Not long after, Shang Muxiao chased him to the door. Seeing that the person had disappeared, he cursed reluctantly and slammed the door shut.
There are only the two of us left in the room. Although I still can't recover and my heart is still beating wildly, it is more difficult for me to understand why Shang Muxiao appeared by such a coincidence than something as clear as He Weizhou and Mucan. in my home.
"what happened?"
"Why did you come?"
We both spoke at the same time, and at the same time froze.
Nearly molested by someone who considers himself a friend. This is a bit hard for me to talk about, and more importantly, it's frustrating, especially in front of Shang Muxiao.
Shang Muxiao was still breathing a little. Seeing that I didn't answer, he copied his hair with an ugly face, leaned against the door, stared at the water marks on my pants and said again, "Do you like him?"
I don't even know how he jumped from the thinking in the last sentence to the fact that I like He Weizhou.
"what?"
"What were you doing before I came in?"
He was completely questioning, giving me the illusion that I was being interrogated by the police at this time.
I answered patiently: "I accidentally spilled the tea and burned my leg. He said he would help me deal with it..."
"So you let him deal with it?" he asked loudly, taking two steps towards me.
The brain is like a beehive that has been punctured, and a large number of bees rush out in an instant, and each one is buzzing.
"Otherwise? Can I refuse? He suddenly said that he likes me, the way I look in a wheelchair, the beauty of being incomplete, and touching my legs like a pervert. I can't even go to the living room to answer the phone, you What do you want me to do? Stand up and fight him?"
He raised the volume and so did I. It seemed to be a curse between the two of us, and every time we communicated, we couldn't calm down and speak.
Shang Muxiao was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You shouldn't let him in."
If I could, I wish I could stand up and fight him. Violence isn't going to fix anything, but violence can keep this little bastard shut up.
"Yes, I don't know people well, you're right." The anger made me not even want to know why he appeared in my house, I just wanted him to get out of here, "Is there anything else? Please leave if you have nothing to do. ."
He didn't speak for a while, just stared straight at me, as if this was not my home, but his home, and my request was rude.
Looking at me for a moment, he lowered his eyes, swept across my exposed calf, and said, "Your skin is very red."
I looked down, and the pale skin on my legs was scalded bright red. If I felt pain, it must be burning hot right now.
Shang Muxiao came to me, squatted down halfway, and reached out to push my pants up.
It's a bit hypocritical to cover up now, but I don't know what he's going to do, so I can only hold down his hand to prevent him from moving.
He didn't move, but didn't withdraw his hand.
"What? Can others touch me or not?" he said coldly.
I was taken aback for a moment, and my hands unwittingly loosened a little. He simply took my hand away and rolled the pant legs completely above the knee.
Seeing the injury on my knee, he frowned and tutted lightly, stood up, and pushed me to the bathroom involuntarily.
I watched him take off the shower and started to adjust the water temperature, knowing that he was going to cool down my wound, and reiterated: "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle it myself, let's go."
He turned a deaf ear, squatted down in front of me again, held my ankle and lifted it gently, pouring cold water on the scalded area.
Although it is spring now, the temperature is still very low. It may be because he ran from home. He only wore a short-sleeved white T, which made me feel cold.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of water, and Shang Muxiao's eyelashes were long and thick. From my point of view, it was amazing. Yu Xixi is right, it is indeed a pity that he does not enter the entertainment industry.
"Pull the trouser legs up with your hands, or you will get water."
I stared at his eyelashes, not moving.
Shang Muxiao looked at me suspiciously, I quietly looked away, and followed his instructions, grabbing the trouser legs and keeping them away from my knees.
Under the white light in the bathroom, the already pale legs appeared even whiter, almost blending in with the white tiles on the floor. His hands were already wide, and he easily encircled my ankles. The contrast between the dark and the light skin was very striking, which was especially visually striking.
After hiding for so long, he finally met Shang Muxiao under such circumstances. If I knew now, why did I bother to even turn on the lights in the first place
Facts have proved that some hurdles are only discovered at the moment when they crossed over. They were not heart-wrenching or humiliating. Some were just calm and relieved, like a fast and accurate desensitization therapy.
"How did you come here?" As the water continued to wash away the wound, my anger and irrational emotions seemed to be extinguished little by little. I began to pick up the theme again, wondering why Shang Muxiao appeared.
Shang Muxiao moved the shower carefully to ensure that all the reddish areas could be drenched with water.
"I was going to call to tell you the bank card number, but you couldn't get through. I saw that the lights in your house were on. Anyway, there was a teacher and student fight, and you still owe me 200,000 yuan, so I wanted to come and take a look."
At first glance, his words seemed to be fine, but after thinking about it carefully, there were loopholes everywhere.
Generally, you need to check if someone else has an accident. At least knock on the door first. If there is no response to the knock on the door, you will use other methods to break the door, right? And what if I don't answer the phone because I'm in the shower
He didn't tell the truth. I have such a guess in my heart, but what is the truth, I really can't figure out what it is.
I didn't pursue further questions, and ostensibly believed his words.
"Why haven't you changed your password yet?" Shang Muxiao suddenly asked.
I recovered from my complicated thoughts and said, "Forget it."
The shower swayed uncontrollably, and after a while, Shang Muxiao said firmly, "Oh."
It took more than ten minutes for the burn to cool down, and about halfway through, the doorbell rang outside the door.
"Maybe the police are here." I looked back at the bathroom door.
Shang Muxiao put down my legs, handed the shower head to me, and said, "You go first, I'll take a look."
Through the sound of the water, only intermittent conversations can be heard outside. After a while, a middle-aged male police officer appeared at the bathroom door.
"Hello, sir. Did you call the police?"
I nodded: "Yes."
I heard voices at the door, Shang Muxiao should be reviewing what happened with another policeman.
"May I ask what happened to the police before?" the middle-aged police officer asked.
I briefly talked about the matter. Even if the other party has rich experience in police and has seen all kinds of people, he couldn't help showing a strange look after hearing the term "Musun", and repeatedly confirmed its meaning with me.
"Men are not safe these days." He sighed and said, "Okay, I understand the situation. But sir, I want to tell you, because you have not been seriously hurt now, and he has not shown obvious signs. Intent to hurt, we cannot take criminal measures, we can only give him a verbal warning to keep him away from you."
I understand.
He nodded and said, "If you have anything else, you can call us again, and we will call the police as soon as possible. That's it, let's go first."
I thanked him and bid him farewell. Not long after he left, there was a sound of closing the door outside, and then Shang Muxiao returned to the bathroom and resumed the work of cooling my wound.
"Do you think he will come to you again?" Shang Muxiao asked.
"I don't know, I hope not." I always felt that He Weizhou shouldn't be so courageous, and I wouldn't be so attractive, making him linger.
"You should change your temper."
I do not quite understand. Today, Shang Muxiao always said something without beginning or end. When he said He Weizhou, he just said He Weizhou. Why did he bring out my temper again? Is there any necessary connection between my temper and what happened today
"What's wrong with my temper?"
"Your vigilance is too low. On the surface, it looks like you don't care about anything, but in fact, you are very tolerant of everyone. This can't be done. It will make people who are wrong to you gain an inch." He tightened the water valve and put the shower back on a high place. Looking down at me, he said, "They will continue to test your limits to see how long you can endure."
wicked people...
I was a little funny, and said with a little sarcasm: "Including you?"
His eyelashes trembled slightly and said, "Yes, including me."
Shaking off the soft bath towel, wiped off all the water droplets on his legs. Due to his posture, most of the water splashes wet his trousers and hem.
If you go out for a walk in the wind later, I'm afraid it will be cold.
After wiping my legs, he pushed me out of the bathroom again, and saw broken glass scattered on the kitchen floor. After picking them up one by one and throwing them into the trash, he also wiped the remaining tea on the floor for me.
You can see that he doesn't do this much, and his posture is rather clumsy.
After finishing, he stood up and looked at me: "Then..." He dragged his tail and didn't say anything for a long time.
And I just let him stare, without urging.
After a long while, he said, "Then I'm leaving."
"Wait." I stopped him, turned to the bedroom and gave him a coat.
He took the clothes and looked at me because he didn't know.
"Your clothes are wet," I said.
He looked down at his clothes, as if he had just discovered it.
Putting on his coat, he squinted slightly and smiled and said, "Look, that's how you provoke perverts." Before I could refute, he waved his hand, opened the door and left.
After he left, I controlled the wheelchair to the window in the kitchen, where I could see the opposite building and downstairs.
A few minutes later, Shang Muxiao came out of the corridor on my side and walked towards the opposite side briskly.