Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

With this fall, Meng Xi knocked hard, and the moment his face fell down, his teeth were slightly loosened, and when he lifted it up again, half of his face was numb.

Song Huai held the cup and looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

Meng Xi was in a daze for a long time, and when he lost his intuition on his face, he suddenly remembered to apply ice.

There were no anti-swelling medicines or ice cubes in the dormitory, so he could only use a towel to soak in cold water and gently press on the wound.

It was chilly, but quite comfortable.

Meng Xi covered his face and moved closer to the mirror in the bathroom. His exhaled breath formed an ellipse with blurred edges under the mirror, and only the other half of his face was clearly revealed in the blur.

We don't have much friendship, but we are also tablemates and roommates anyway.When normal people see their classmates or people around them fall, they always have to help them, right?Although he really doesn't need it, but...

But Song Huai was too cold-hearted like this.

Speaking of which, apart from beating him up on the first day of transfer, I didn't do any heinous things, did I?

Meng Xi was a little depressed. He applied it for more than ten minutes, and the scene just now played in a loop in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, so he hurriedly went to wash and sleep.

Early the next morning, he lifted the quilt and rushed to the bathroom to have a look. What he never expected was that the injured area was getting more and more swollen, blue and purple, like a colored steamed bun.

Hilarious and pathetic.