The car didn't reach the entrance of the community, but stopped on the side of the road.
The two got out of the car.
Duan Jiaxu stretched his body, gently turned his neck, and rubbed his shoulders with his hands. He went into a nearby pharmacy and casually picked up some medicine for bruises from the shelf.
Sang Yan followed slowly behind, leaning against the door and waiting. He usually had no expression on his face, but at this moment, because he was in a bad mood, his eyes were even colder, and he looked a little scary in his black clothes.
The clerk at the front desk couldn't help but glance in his direction a few more times.
Soon, Duan Jiaxu took the medicine to the front desk to pay.
The clerk scanned the barcode and looked up at Duan Jiaxu's broken lips and the purple marks on his face. She frowned and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to call the police for you?"
Sang Yan obviously heard it and immediately glanced over with a somewhat sinister look.
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu was stunned for a moment. He wanted to laugh, but was afraid of hurting the wound. He paid with his mobile phone and said gently, "No, thank you."
Sang Yan left the store first. He turned around and glanced at his face, and said sarcastically, "This wound will probably heal before you get to the police station."
"Duan Jiaxu didn't bother with him and pointed to the nearby community, "Over there."
The two returned to Duan Jiaxu's residence.
He lived alone, and apart from Sang Chi, no one else had ever come into the house. The shoes on the shoe rack were very simple, with only a few pairs of his shoes and a pair of indoor slippers.
Most of the colors are dark, so Sang Chi's pair of pink slippers are particularly eye-catching among them.
Sang Yan glanced and sneered.
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Duan Jiaxu had no intention of taking care of him, and said lazily, "Just go barefoot."
As if this place were his own home, Sang Yan walked towards the refrigerator as soon as he entered the door and took out a bottle of Coke. He glanced at the snacks in the refrigerator for a few times and quickly closed his eyes.
Sang Yan returned to the living room.
Duan Jiaxu had already come out of the room, holding a change of clothes in his hand. Noticing what was in his hand, he raised his eyebrows slightly and reminded in a calm voice, "It's like this."
Sang Yan ""
"The snacks and drinks in the refrigerator, as well as the things in this cabinet," Duan Jiaxu said slowly and politely, "I hope you try not to touch them."
Sang Yan didn't even raise his eyelids and said casually, "You mixed gold in your Coke."
"Not really," Duan Jiaxu smiled, "but it belongs to my girlfriend."
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This change of identity made Sang Yan feel particularly uncomfortable and awkward.
He gave Duan Jiaxu a cold look and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Duan Jiaxu went into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. The corner of his lip was broken, the corner of his left eye was a little swollen, and the bruise on his cheek was bloodshot.
Several spots on my body turned purple and I felt pain all over.
I don’t know if it will fade away tomorrow.
Thinking of the glass of water that Jiang Ying had thrown on her before, Sang Chi was so angry that she cried. This time she looked much more embarrassed than last time, and she didn't know how she would react tomorrow.
Duan Jiaxu sighed, turned on the shower, and raised the water temperature to relieve the pain in his body. He usually showered quickly, but this time he took a little longer because of the injuries on his body.