Liang Sunian didn't see anyone, and was about to take out his cell phone to make a call when a figure flashed on the balcony. Xie Jiaran, a thin man standing there with wet hair, answered, "I'm here."
Liang Sunian's eyes immediately glanced at the wound on his knee, and he hissed and frowned: "Did you take a shower?"
Before Xie Jiaran could nod, the other party had already strode up to him, squatted down and carefully examined his injuries.
Not bad, very fresh, without any tendency to scarring. Because of the hot bath just now, the color is even more rosy and juicy.
Liang Sunian looked up at Xie Jiaran, and Xie Jiaran was also looking down at him, his eyes were clear and innocent.
“… … .”
Liang Sunian suddenly felt a mood very similar to that of a crying old father.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Where's the medicine?"
Xie Jiaran pointed to the table.
Liang Sunian turned around to get the medicine. Xie Jiaran paused for a few seconds, then slowly followed him. As soon as he stood still, Liang Sunian turned around and picked him up like a child and sat him on the table.
He was much shorter, and Xie Jiaran had to tilt his head back to see him.
She held a white towel in her hand, her wet hair lying on her forehead, her little face pale, and she stared at him intently, like a fragile porcelain doll, with a cold expression, but even her eyebrows and eyes revealed a well-behaved look.
The little bit of anger Liang Sunian had accumulated towards him suddenly dissipated.
He sighed helplessly.
She was so angry but couldn't bear to be so, so she could only accept her fate and took the handkerchief to help him wipe his hair: "Xie Jiaran, are you stupid? It's common sense that a fresh wound can't be exposed to water. Don't you know it hurts if it gets wet?"
"I know it hurts." Xie Jiaran lowered his head and handed it to him obediently: "But it will be dirty if you don't wash it, and it will be uncomfortable."
"You're not dirty at all. Even if you don't take a shower for a month, you're still cleaner than anyone else."
Liang Sunian was tired and found that it was not always a good thing for children to be too clean.
He put down the towel, pulled a stool and sat down in front of Xie Jiaran, asked him to put the injured foot on his leg, dipped a cotton swab in medicine, held the boy's thin ankle with one hand, and concentrated on applying the medicine to him.
As soon as the medicine touched the wound, a stinging pain came. Xie Jiaran let out a light groan and subconsciously wanted to retract his legs, but was stopped in time by Liang Sunian.
The hand went up and grasped his calf, increasing its strength a little, easily restraining him from dodging, and the ending tone rose: "Does someone feel the pain now? How could you be so patient when you were taking a shower just now?"
Xie Jiaran didn't argue, just pursed his lips and said nothing.
Liang Sunian originally wanted to say something, but when he raised his eyelids and glanced at the slightly red corners of his eyes, his heart softened immediately.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything to teach her a lesson, so I could only coax her: "Alright, alright, it's okay, it won't hurt after this. Be gentle, don't be afraid."
He dipped the medicine again and carefully applied it to the wound surface.
As the stinging pain just started, before Xie Jiaran had time to frown, a cool breeze blew over him, and the pain dropped sharply from six points to three points.
Liang Sunian applied the medicine while blowing gently on his wound. He was concentrating fully and using very light force for fear of hurting him.
From his overhead angle, Xie Jiaran could see him clearly lowering his head.
Her long eyelashes were low-covered, her eyebrows were deep, her high nose bridge seemed to be unable to support even the light, and her long and beautiful double eyelids extended all the way to the end of her eyes, with a carefree tenderness at the end.
This person is so genuine that even his hair is so attractive to him.
Liang Sunian tensed up, he had never been so nervous even when applying medicine to himself.
He changed another cotton swab, and his wrist that was supporting his calf was suddenly gently grasped. He raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Xie Jiaran shook his head and whispered, "My shoulders are sore."
Liang Sunian sneered, feeling helpless and helpless: "Okay, then hurry up."
His gaze moved downwards to the wound, and suddenly stopped at a certain point.
Only then did he realize that Xie Jiaran was not wearing pants.
The pair of legs extending from the hem of her clothes were long and thin, one of them hung casually on the edge of the table, while the other was bent and resting on his thigh.
Her calves were straight, her feet were thin and curved, her skin was cold and pale, and she had an indescribable sense of fragility.
Liang Sunian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt the place where his palm touched was a little hot.
"Did you forget to bring your clothes to the bathroom again?"
After two seconds, he withdrew his gaze and focused on applying the medicine, his tone casual.
"No." Xie Jiaran said, "I didn't wear it because I was afraid that the fabric would rub against the wound."
Liang Sunian: "Did the doctor mention bandaging?"
Xie Jiaran: "No, it's not necessary at this level. Letting the wound breathe will help it heal faster."
He sat on the table with his back hunched, one hand on his leg and the other supporting Liang Sunian's wrist.
The distance between them was shortened, and as soon as he spoke, his clear and soft voice hit Liang Sunian's eardrum at the fastest speed.
It seemed as if it contained lingering heat, brushing across the millions of soft hairs on the ears.
Liang Sunian's hand trembled slightly, and the cotton swab swept across the wound. Xie Jiaran took a quick breath, and his fingers tightened reflexively, and the fingertips that were grasping the thigh sank into the skin.
Liang Sunian only saw it with his peripheral vision, and a strange emotion quickly spread to his chest. He suddenly felt his throat inexplicably dry.
He quickly closed his eyes to dispel the strange feeling, quickly cut off his peripheral vision and focused on applying the medicine, threw away the cotton swab and blew on it for the last time, and said easily: "Okay, it shouldn't hurt now, right?"
When he raised his head, his eyes met Xie Jiaran's.
He didn't know when the distance was pulled so close, so close that he could count the other person's eyelashes. He saw the soft moisture in Xie Jiaran's eyes, and his dark and clear pupils were filled with his reflection.
Speechless.
He watched Xie Jiaran approach with his eyelashes fluttering slightly, until his forehead touched his, and they exchanged each other's warmth.
"elder brother."
Xie Jiaran's voice was low and soft, with a hint of something indescribable hidden in it: "Thank you."
He always called him Liang Sunian by his full name, and the word "brother" made his brain freeze for a moment.
Only Xiao Chi and Li Tang would call him this when they needed something from him, and most of the time they would just call him Brother Liang by his name.
He originally thought that it was all right, any name would do, it was just a name, it didn't matter.
But Xie Jiaran broke his idea with just one word.
It seemed different from the feeling when Xiao Chi Litang called him that.
No, it’s different from the feeling he gets from everyone who calls him that, including the three-year-old little neighbor next door.
For the first time, he clearly felt Xie Jiaran's almost complete trust and reliance on him.
It’s hard to describe what exactly happened. It was as if something was gently passing through the tip of my heart, light and airy, and also as soft and numb as a plant sprout breaking through the soil.
Tips of ears slightly hot.
Xie Jiaran's breathing became quiet and slow. He counted to the fifth time silently, then stepped back slightly and found his voice again: "You're welcome."
He pressed his palm against the boy's soft hair and rubbed it, and also learned from Xie Jiaran to find a new name, with a low and light tone at the end: "Ranran."
That night, Liang Sunian had a very absurd dream.
In the dream, it was still a sunny afternoon, still in the dormitory where only he and Xie Jiaran were, and still he was carefully applying medicine for him.
What was different was that after applying the medicine, he did not leave. Instead, he stood up and approached, with his hands on the edge of the table beside Xie Jiaran, and like a gangster, he confined the man in front of him and refused to let him leave.
Xie Jiaran's eyes were filled with pleading. She raised her hands and hugged his neck in a flattering manner. However, this posture did not allow her to regain her freedom. Instead, he hooked his arms around her waist and hugged her tighter.
He kissed Xie Jiaran's neck, earlobes, eyes, cheeks, and nose tip...
He pressed his fingertips on the beautifully shaped lips, looked at the other person's rosy and moist eyes, and breathed rapidly, as if he liked her so much that he didn't know what to do.
He called her "Ranran" and "Baby" in turn, just to coax the other person into calling him "Brother".
After tricking him into only seeing him, she finally couldn't wait to kiss him, hooking his slender legs and letting him wrap around her waist, and pressing down on him in this position -
He sat up suddenly from the bed.
The other three people in the dormitory were fast asleep, and the light leaking through the gaps in the curtains indicated that it was already daybreak outside.
The scene in the dream was vivid in his mind. Liang Sunian's heart was beating abnormally fast. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Xie Jiaran, but then quickly looked back as if he had been burned.
He nervously reached out his hand and carefully touched the quilt, then collapsed and covered his eyes.
Hold.
Liang Sunian, what kind of little trash are you
How could you even dream of such an outrageous thing
Early in the morning, I silently greeted myself in my heart.
I climbed out of bed quietly, took my clean underwear and went to the bathroom to change, then washed it as quickly as possible. The moment I hung it on the balcony, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As a result, when he turned around, he bumped into Xie Jiaran, who had gotten up and was standing behind him at some point.
The dream content that was briefly left behind came back into my mind at the fastest speed and with the highest clarity.
Liang Sunian almost subconsciously took a step back, his eyes darted left and right, a guilty look flashing across his eyes.
"Why are you up so early?" He tried to appear calm and asked, "Do you have classes in the morning?"
Xie Jiaran shook his head and glanced behind him: "Are you washing things?"
"... ... Ahem, um, ah."
Liang Sunian cleared his throat in an attempt to hide his mistake: "It was too hot last night and I sweated so much that the back of my clothes got wet. It's uncomfortable to wear."
Xie Jiaran didn't feel hot last night, but he just said "oh" in a trusting manner, lowered his head and walked around him to the balcony.
Only then did Liang Sunian see the clothes in his hand.
"Wait." He supported his shoulders in time, his tone full of disapproval: "Go take a shower again?"
Xie Jiaran glanced at the pajamas he had just taken off and was about to wash, then looked at Liang Sunian's furrowed brows.
After two seconds of silence, he nodded slowly: "Well, it was too hot last night and I sweated a little. I would feel uncomfortable if I don't wash it."
"Student Xie Jiaran, I advise you to be a good boy."
Liang Su Nian held his shoulders and turned him half a circle, then pushed him back to the dormitory: "Only the carefree kids get candy, you know?"
"But I don't have classes in the morning," he said. He paused and added, "No classes in the afternoon either. I don't have classes today."
Liang Sunian vaguely understood what he meant, and put his tongue against his cheek, revealing a toothache expression: "And then?"
Xie Jiaran turned around and looked at him: "You have class."
He almost slapped me in the face with the words "I can't control myself once you go to class."
"... ..."
Liang Sunian was really angry and unhappy.
She grabbed the back of his neck and pinched it twice as if to vent her anger: "Are you planning to take a shower secretly while you're not around?"
"Don't even think about it. After you take the medicine, follow me to class."