His voice fell, and he deliberately shook the key in his hand, making a clanging sound.

Misanthropy: "......"

"Holy, do you have the key?"

He didn't care about wiping the water on his body, so he hurriedly picked up his clothes and put them on his body.

Damn it.

Quickly dressed and opened the door as he counted down to the last second.

Qingliu stared at his wet hair, messily pressed against his forehead, still dripping with water.

"What are you...... Stuck your head in the toilet? ”

Misanthropy: "I'll go to Nima's." ”

Qingliu leaned against the door, his eyes fell on the shirt on his body, the water beads on his body had not dried, and they were stained on the shirt, and the white shirt was instantly wet into a transparent color.

Clung to him.

He whispered, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. ”

The world-weary snorted coldly, "It's too early for you to admit your mistake." ”

Qingliu casually pulled out a faint smile,

"You're taking a bath in the toilet."

Misanthropy: "......"

What the hell am I ???

The world-weary raised his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

Qingliu walked into the bathroom, and at a glance, he saw that he was on a rope, and he hadn't had time to collect his clothes.

Slightly stunned, he took a clean towel from the cabinet without changing his face.

Come out and throw it on the misanthropic body, "wipe dry." ”

paused, with a faint helplessness in his voice,

"I said that I wouldn't let you take a bath, and I would suffer the pain myself."

The misanthropy unbuttoned it and wiped the water on his body with a towel.

"It stinks to death, I can't do it if I don't wash it, I'd rather hurt than stink."

Qingliu glanced at him and didn't speak.

Pull from the things I bought for half a day.

Put the toothbrush in the bathroom, and throw the rest into the misanthropic arms.

"Take care of your injuries yourself, and I'll clean up the guest room."

The misanthropic looked at the things in his arms, safflower oil, band-aids, alcohol, gauze.

“？？？ I didn't even have an ointment for Mao. ”

Qingliu said without looking back, "It's useless, and it's too expensive." ”

The misanthropy blurted out, "Isn't it me, are you so poor?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I realized that of course he was poor.

My money was cheated away by my sister, where do I still have money.

Just living in this small broken house, every day is like something.

Qingliu didn't deny it, and hummed lightly, "I'm poor, you like to use it or not, go out and buy it yourself if you don't need it." ”

The tone was almost like a different person.

The misanthropy has become accustomed to his unobtrusive character.

"Then you can help me, I can't reach it."

Most of the wounds were on his shoulders and back, and his shoulders hurt to death when he moved, not to mention reaching out to medicate himself with difficult movements.

This man has no sympathy.

Qingliu stopped tidying up the room and glanced back at him.

The boy sitting under the lamp was clumsily reaching out and awkwardly smearing safflower oil on his back.

Qingliu frowned and said, "You really saved me." ”

"Uh-huh???"

The misanthropy looked down at his hand, and his fingertips were dipped in a little safflower oil, gently rubbing it on his shoulder.

"Isn't that how it works?"

Qingliu put down the quilt in his hand and walked over.

He took the safflower oil from his hand, poured it into the palm of his hand, and gently rubbed it away from the palm of his hand.

Then put it on his shoulders.

The misanthropy suddenly pinched his nose, "I rely on such a big taste?" ”

The clear stream surface does not change color and retracts the hand.

"That's all."

He looked at the wounds on his body, all of them were purple-red bruises,

"It's not broken, gauze and alcohol don't need it, just rub it with safflower oil."

Looking at the red-haired boy's hair dripping with water,

Qingliu exhaled slowly, picked up the soft snow-white towel and covered his head,

"Don't fight in the future, it's good for you to have an accident."

Jiang Tong's matter can only be said that he is smart and lucky, and if he were someone else, this matter may not be how it will ferment.

The misanthropy chuckled, "You're embarrassed to say me, how many times are you ready to do it?" ”

Six of one and half a dozen of the other

"I don't hit people." Qingliu stared at the head covered by the towel, "Only hit you." ”

Misanthropy: "...... Grass. ”

Now he is under the fence, and he can only follow him,

"I'm wrong, I won't dare to talk nonsense in the future,"

Qingliu walked to the kitchen, took out his small milk pot, and prepared to make some milk tea to drink.

The slender hand grabbed a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the pot.

The gurgling water soaks the tea leaves along the pipe,

Qingliu said, "Misanthropy, if you keep talking like this, no one wants you to play with you." ”

The red-haired boy on the couch let out a sneer,

The little white face is too naïve to say.

"I'm three and a half years old today? New to elementary school? The kind that you have to be held by someone to pee out of the toilet? ”

Qingliu frowned, staring at the tea water he boiled,

"It's vulgar to speak."

"You are civilized, you are the most civilized, who does not know that you are the most polite and elegant person in the whole Union." ”

Qingliu fished out the tea leaves and said lightly, "Pass the prize." ”

The misanthropy leaned back on the couch and laughed.

Tilt your head and tilt your head to look at the people in the kitchen.

Ripping the towel off his head, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Boiling milk tea, why am I boiling it so bad?"

The world-weary is still vivid in his mind of the bitter and astringent milk tea he brewed.

"You're stupid."

"Hey, is there anyone like you who tell the truth?"

Qingliu raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head and slowly added pure milk to the pot.

"You've put too much tea in it."

Misanthropy: "That's it?"

"Well, that's it."

Disgusted with disdain, he rubbed his hair, "Cut, I still think it's difficult."

Qingliu frowned, "You stand farther away, your hair is full of water, don't splash it in the pot." ”

The misanthropy raised his eyebrows, and the bad temperament came up.

deliberately stepped forward and shook his head at him.

The water droplets splashed everywhere, and Qingliu was caught off guard by the water that shook his face.

Glaring at him with a temper, "Get out." ”

The slender wrist rubbed the water off the cheeks.

The misanthropy blinked, "Don't go out." ”

He smiled and said, "Don't you feel hot?" I'll sprinkle you with water to cool you off, flowers of the motherland. ”

Qingliu's hand holding the spoon slowly loosened.

As he regained his hand, reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The slender hand pressed on his shoulder, and the man was forcibly carried out.

The misanthropy gasped, "Don't scratch it, it hurts." ”

Qingliu hurriedly let go, wondering if he didn't use his strength.

"Hey, I've been deceived."

The world-weary and nimble dodge escaped from the palm of his hand.

Qingliu's face sank, and he stretched out his legs to block his way.

As a result, the world-weary also stretched out his legs to separate his feet.

Not only did he not fall down, but his center of gravity was unstable and he fell towards him.

Qingliu: "......"

It's a familiar scene.

He was knocked on the cabinet, his head turned around,

Lips rubbed against the softness in front of him.

There was a moment of froze.