Because of this terrible incident, Wen Xunchuan couldn't attend the meeting, so he simply asked for a fake car to drive this 'superhero' with a plaster cast on his arm home.
After Wen Xunchuan parked the car in the underground garage of the apartment, He Linzhou opened the door first and got out of the car. After he walked a few steps in the direction of the elevator, he suddenly thought of something and stopped in place. He arched his back slightly, covered his waist with his arm covered with plaster, and stretched his other hand behind his back, with a painful expression on his face: "呵———呼呵呀呀, come here and help me."
Wen Xunchuan stood not far behind and watched his performance with folded arms, without any intention of reaching out.
Either you say that things like IQ are contagious, and Wen Xunchuan just came back from the car when he suddenly came to his senses. This person who has been leaning on him like a boneless person since he was in the hospital hurt his arm, didn’t he? Legs, the action of helping him out of his kindness is simply superfluous.
He Linzhou stretched his hand behind him for a long time, but no one came to help him, so he had to put his hand back in a bored manner.
Just when he stood up straight, an arm wrapped around his waist, he turned his head: "You..."
Wen Xunchuan raised his hand to take off the gold-frame mirror on his face and stuffed it into his breast pocket, asking him casually, "Did you feed the dog when you went out in the morning?"
A pair of good-looking eyes were not covered by the lenses, and looked much brighter. He Linzhou stared at his long and thick eyelashes for a while, and when the other side glanced over, he suddenly came back to his senses, and replied: "Oh, still I didn't take care of it, I thought I'd be back in a while..."
"Then what are you still dazed about?"
"Ah?" He Linzhou, who was caught by the other party, was a little embarrassed to peek at him. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm not in a daze."
Wen Xunchuan raised his chin and nodded in the direction of the elevator, urging: "Hurry up, go back and feed the dog."
He Linzhou lay on the sofa and ordered takeaway with his mobile phone in one hand. After looking around, he didn't know what he wanted to eat, so he raised his head and shouted at the half-closed bedroom door: "What do you want to eat?"
Wen Xunchuan's voice came from the room: "Let's be quiet."
He Linzhou swiped the takeaway app, and asked casually, "Porridge?"
"Okay." Wen Xunchuan changed into home clothes and came out of the bedroom, holding a bottle of safflower oil in his hand.
When he came over and lifted He Linzhou's clothes, He Linzhou who was concentrating on the delivery was startled, and turned to look at him vigilantly: "What are you doing?"
Seeing that Wen Xunchuan's hand stretched out to grab his trouser waist again, he hurriedly grabbed his trousers with the hand holding the mobile phone, waved his arm in plaster restlessly in the air, and shouted in his mouth: " Hey hey hey, I'm still a sick number..."
Wen Xunchuan raised his hand and patted the horrible bruise on his waist, saying, "Don't move."
"呵——" He Linzhou twisted his body on the sofa, frowned and said, "I don't want you to bully the patient like this!"
Wen Xunchuan sighed, stretched out his hand to scratch his turned head randomly, and said, "Don't you have a backache? Honestly, I'll give you some medicine."
He Linzhou waved his hand away, with an unnatural expression on his face, and said: "... oh."
Wen Xunchuan pushed He Linzhou's clothes up his back, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured safflower oil into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up, stretched out his hand to cover the swollen bruise on the left side of his lower back, just rubbed it After a while, He Linzhou breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Xunchuan stopped his hand, raised his head and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
He Linzhou shook his head, lay on the sofa, gritted his teeth and replied: "It's okay."
Wen Xunchuan glanced at him and said, "Be patient with the pain, rubbing it will heal quickly."
After that, he withdrew his eyes and lowered his eyes, and once again covered the horrible bruise on He Linzhou's waist with his palm, but the strength in his hand was much lighter. The moist palms with the medicinal wine warmly pressed against the slightly swollen skin, almost gently rubbing He Linzhou's wounds.
At first He Linzhou snorted a few times, but he quieted down after a while.
After a pause, he suddenly called out again: "Hey, Wen Xunchuan."
"Huh?" Wen Xunchuan didn't stop his hand, and raised his eyes to look at him.
He Linzhou was still lying on his stomach in the same posture, with his chin resting on the pillow, and his gaze was still fixed on the phone in his hand: "I seem to really like you a little bit."
Wen Xunchuan's hand movements paused, he opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally raised his hand to pat He Linzhou's plastered arm resting on the armrest of the sofa: "Don't lift it so high, the blood won't flow in a while."
"... Oh." He Linzhou responded, retracting his arms to the side of the pillow and swipe the screen in front of his eyes with the phone in the other hand.
After a while, seeing Wen Xunchuan behind him didn't seem to intend to speak, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head to look at Wen Xunchuan and said, "Hey, can you give me a little reaction too?"
"En." Wen Xunchuan replied without raising his head, and the expression on his face didn't seem to change.
He Linzhou withdrew his gaze boredly and leaned back on the pillow, muttering: "What is 'um'..."