The touch was extremely brief, lasting less than a second.
Sang Chi's mind was still blank, and she didn't even have time to react. The next second, she felt Duan Jiaxu seemed to freeze, and then he immediately stood up and took a step back.
There was a distance between the two of them, neither far nor close.
They were standing behind the bus stop, with the light behind them, and the light was extremely dim. Sang Zhi subconsciously raised her head, her expression dull, and met his slightly dark eyes.
For some psychological reason, Sang Chi didn't dare to look him in the eye. She immediately averted her eyes and Mo Ming also took a step back, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.
She didn't know what the right reaction was.
It seems strange to react too much, but it would also be inappropriate to react too little.
Otherwise just pretend nothing happened.
Treat the incident as a trivial matter and continue to talk to him normally as you would normally.
But Sang Chi couldn't say anything.
When her mind was in a mess, she wanted to rub her forehead with her sleeve, but when she raised her hand, she felt that her action was a little obvious, so she had to touch her head instead.
Soon, Sang Chi heard Duan Jiaxu speak. His breathing was heavy, as if he was suppressing some pain, and his voice became low and hoarse. "I'm sorry."
Sang Chi paused and looked at him again.
Only then did I realize that Duan Jiaxu's face looked extremely bad. In this cold weather, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the hair on his forehead was wet. His lips were pale to purple, his masseter muscles were tightened, and his whole body was tense.
It seemed as if he was about to fall down at the next moment.
Sang Chi was stunned.
She had never encountered such a situation before, and she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have bumped into him just now. She was anxious and frightened, and her words were stumbling. "Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable? Did I bump into you?"
"What do you mean you bumped into me?" Duan Jiaxu calmed his breathing and forced a curl of his lips, "Just bump into me, and give me a chance to scam you."
"I'm sorry." Sang Chi inexplicably felt like crying. The area around her eyes gradually turned red, and her voice became nasal. "Brother, wait here for me. I'll go stop a car."
This time Duan Jiaxu didn't say anything else, and slowly said, "Go ahead."
Just as he reached the side of the road, an empty taxi happened to drive by. Sang Chi quickly stopped it, said something to the driver, and immediately trotted back to Duan Jiaxu.
She supported Duan Jiaxu and walked towards the taxi.
Duan Jiaxu walked a little slower than before, as if every movement was painful. He suddenly chuckled, his tone a little playful, "It seems like I'm really helping the old man this time."
Sang Chi couldn't laugh.
"Little Sang Zhi, I don't think my stomach hurts." Duan Jiaxu tilted his head to look at Sang Zhi, as if he was thinking, and spoke slowly, "But I still..."
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"It really hurts."
After getting in the car, the driver looked back and noticed Duan Jiaxu's face. "Is he drunk or something? He won't vomit in the car, will he?"
Perhaps the pain was relieved after sitting down, Duan Jiaxu's face was not as bad as before, and he chuckled and said, "Master, don't worry, I can bear it."
The driver frowned and made it clear, "If you vomit, you have to pay 200 yuan."