Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Before other people arrive, remember to hide in the bathroom and urgently treat the wound at the corner of your mouth.

No wonder they say that a master who teaches his apprentice will starve to death. His apprentice learned the skill so quickly that it was outrageous.

Before I closed the door, the tail followed me in. I ignored it and walked to the mirror to check if there were any obvious marks left.

"Hiss——" The corners of his lips were not broken, but were just sucked until they were swollen and red, and the skin became thinner, as if the skin was peeling off.

Duan Wu pulled him, and gently covered his lower lip with his fingers without daring to use force, "I hurt you."

Remember "..."

Did this man really not do it on purpose?

Every time I say something it's ambiguous.

"It's okay, I'll pat it with powder so it won't be visible." Jizhun was still a little distracted at the moment, and poked Duan Wu's waist with his fingertips. "What do you mean?"

Duan Wu looked down at him and said, "I don't even know what I mean, but you dare to grab me and kiss me?"

Jizhun shook his head proudly when he heard this, "I won't suffer any loss from your intentions."

He said this in a nonchalant manner, like a heartless playboy, but the moisture in his eyes had not yet completely faded, and the reddened corners of his eyes showed a rather complacent expression, which made people feel itchy.

The young man leaned on the water platform, with his hands behind his back. His expression was invisible, but the complex mixture of shyness and love was in his eyes. "But if you don't mind, we can get to know each other first..."

Inexplicably, the atmosphere was like a blind date. I can’t remember clearly that I was talking nonsense, “I’m 24 years old, my main job is interviewing and photography, and my side job is… painting. My income is okay, and I’m still single.”

"I play with my phone and eat when I'm hungry."

"It may be a little bit of a stretch for me to be with you, but if you are willing, I will definitely like you seriously..."

I remember that this was also the first time that I expressed myself so directly and quickly. If I were to delve deeper into the gap between the two of them, it might be as deep as an abyss.

He didn't have the courage to pursue long-term love or results, and just took it as a way to muster up some courage for a rare heart-throb.

Duan Wu didn't say anything, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Just be brave this time and don’t be a clown, right?

Duan Wu pulled his hand from behind and placed it to his ear, saying seriously, "Don't force it. This place won't heal." Then he put it back on his waist.

"It's not just the ears, there are a lot of ugly scars on the body as well."

He said it easily, as if it was a non-essential matter, and the calmness with which he had already accepted the reality was even more cruel.

Jizhun didn't know how to describe it. He didn't have those distracting thoughts he had when they first met. Except for the heartache at this moment, all he wanted was to hug this person.

It was an explosion, turning a gifted child into a mutilated state. Afraid that his tears would affect the people around him, he raised his head and nonchalantly shook Duan Wu's hand.

"What are you talking about? Who cares about these things?"

He raised his hand to unbutton Duan Wu's shirt, and sure enough, there was a piece of new skin growing on his chest. The color was different from the surrounding area and a little lighter. It was not ugly, but it made it impossible to ignore what had happened to this body.

The scar spreads intermittently across the right shoulder, stopping just below the collarbone.

Jizhun was so bold that he slid his fingertips, bent down and buried himself softly in Duan Wu's arms.

He kissed lightly along the scar, briefly but intensively. After countless kisses, he breathlessly hid his head in the sunken collarbone.

Still a little shy.

But he didn't mind at all what the man was like, he liked him, including every part of his body.

Jizhun wanted to tell Duan Wu that he was actually more deformed.

Not about the body, or the organs,

His inner world, his spiritual world, those secret hobbies, what kind of answer would Duan Wu give when he saw him like that.

Jizhun doesn't know what others think of him, but he has already fallen into this habit and can't change it for anyone.

Some persistence is called perseverance, and some persistence is called paranoia. It only depends on how most people in society define different events.

He really wanted to know how Duan Wu would define him.

The place where the skin touches is too hot, and if I continue to rub it, it might catch fire.

Jizhun finally rubbed Duan Wu's cheek with the tip of his nose and said, "I like it everywhere."

He straightened up and met Duan Wu's eyes. The atmosphere in the bathroom was ambiguous and made people feel suffocated.

At this time, I should say something warm. Duan Wu's mouth moved and his voice changed slightly.

"You kissed me hard."

Remember "..."

These words were like pressing a control key, forcing his eyes to look down and forcing him to aim there.

Although the pants were loose, they couldn't hide the obvious changes.

Jizhun had already gotten used to Duan Wu's straightforward expression and directness, so he asked back, "Do you need my help...?"

“There may not be enough time.”

Duan Wu's voice was quite calm. He checked the time on his phone and said, "They are coming soon."

"I'm kidding! You're so bold."

Mental illness, not enough time!

I remember that the negative emotions were cleared away by this informal and irritating conversation. It is difficult for me to evaluate Duan Wu.

You thought he was joking, but actually he meant it, which made people think the wrong way and then he gave a completely different answer in a serious manner.

It's hard not to suspect that this was intentional.

But Duan Wu's expression was too serious, so serious that Ji Zhun Ning suspected that he was too abnormal, "Take your time, I'm going to go out first..."

He hurriedly said something and left the bathroom with his head down. Before he could sit on the chair, Zhang Fei's voice came from outside.

"Hahahaha-!"

Ji Zhun felt his back tighten when he heard the voice, and he quickly opened his bag to look for the air cushion cream that the makeup artist had left for him.

"Hey, Brother Ji, why are you here so early?!" Zhang Fei pushed open the door and saw Ji almost getting his head into the bag, so he greeted him curiously.

I remember not daring to look up. “Yeah, you’re here pretty early too…”

"Are you simulating a hermit crab?" Zhang Fei walked around him.

Jizhun ignored him, opened the cushion, and hurriedly applied two layers of cream on his lips in front of the small mirror. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the red marks were covered by the white powder.

Zhang Fei stood at the back and watched in amazement, forgetting to eat the bun in his hand. After a while, he cried out in surprise.

"I'll go to Ji brother, do you still have this skill?"

He came up to Jizhun in amazement and stared at the thing in his hand.

I remember being frightened by his gaze, so I took the small box and put it in my bag. "I'm irritated, it affects my appearance on camera."

Zhang Fei hesitated to speak, "But your lips are as white as if you have been buried for three days."

Jizhun was very calm, "Just right after dinner."

"Oh, yes. Come on, come on. The most famous buns at the entrance of our Second Hospital. One with meat, one with vegetables, and one with egg. How about that?"

Two fist-sized buns were placed in front of him. Seeing that the topic had changed, Jizhun's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Enough, enough, thanks."

"Director Duan hasn't arrived yet, isn't that right?"

"Where's the bathroom?" Jizhun muttered after taking a bite of the bun.

The filling was still hot, soft, and the skin was not thick. No wonder Zhang Fei insisted on giving them breakfast after the show last night.

Zhang Fei put down his bag and saw that he was leaving in the direction of the bathroom. He grabbed his arm and hurriedly swallowed the noodles in his mouth.

"Um, where did you buy these buns?"