Tender trapping

A few minutes later, Ran Xu was taken to a hotel room.

Originally, when he stepped into the hotel lobby, he was still thinking wildly, not understanding the purpose of Zhuo Wenlang bringing him here.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the man asked the front desk for the medicine box, and his purpose was very clear - he saw that Ran Xu's finger was scratched, so he took him to find a nearby place to treat the wound.

While Ran Xu heaved a sigh of relief, a strange sense of astringency surged in his heart, and he felt sorry for his assumptions about Zhuo Wenlang.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhuo Wenlang shook the medicine box in his hand, smiling, and looked at the dazed "rabbit" in front of him.

The hotel room was well heated, Zhuo Wenlang took off his coat, and only wore a white shirt underneath, with two buttons on the neckline unbuttoned, and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.The fabric outlines his muscular lines, not the muscular type, but it doesn't look too thin either.

Ran Xu looked away, trying not to let his breathing show any flaws.

Zhuo Wenlang seemed to still think the room was hot, so he looked up at the air conditioner outlet for a long time, but then remembered that he pinched Ran Xu's cold hand just now, and in the end he still didn't adjust the temperature.

Moving a stool to the side of the bed, Zhuo Wenlang sat down and greeted Ran Xu: "Don't be in a daze, sit across from me and give you medicine."

Ran Xu responded, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and handed his injured hand to Zhuo Wenlang, who naturally took his hand and placed it on his lap.

Through a thin layer of fabric, the warmth from Zhuo Wenlang's legs was transmitted to Ran Xu's palm.

As if suddenly scalded by hot water, Ran Xu's fingertips trembled slightly.

Zhuo Wenlang's attention was all on the injured hand: "Why is it so serious?!"

Ran Xu's left thumb had almost been torn off a layer of flesh, and the blood that flowed out was now dry and dark red, seeping into the crevices of the nails, and the whole nails were abnormally pale.

It's not that Zhuo Wenlang has never seen more serious injuries, but when such an incision appeared on Ran Xu's hand, he couldn't help but feel pity - after all, Ran Xu was rarely seen so that he felt cute at the first sight The boy with that pretty face even made him feel right the first time he met...

It is suitable to be placed in a delicate window, wiped every day, and looked after all the time.

Seeing Zhuo Wenlang staring at his hand for a long time, Ran Xu was quite embarrassed, so he wanted to withdraw his hand again: "Mr. Zhuo, how about I do it myself?"

He was thinking that his hands were full of calluses and scars due to the rough work he did when he was a child. Not only were they unsightly, but he could tell they were the hands of a child from a poor family.

He really didn't deserve to be held so carefully by Zhuo Wenlang.

The man looked up at him, didn't make a sound, but grabbed his wrist even more forcefully, picked up the prepared cotton ball with tweezers, and wiped Ran Xu's wound bit by bit.

Zhuo Wenlang's movements are very skillful and light, giving people the illusion that he often does these things.

"The wound is a little deep. I'm afraid of infection. It's safer to use hydrogen peroxide to disinfect it." He said, changing the bottle. "It may hurt a little. If it hurts, you can yell."

In fact, Ran Xu wanted to say that he was usually injured when using utility knives and carving knives. He was actually not very delicate, and he didn't need to be looked after by Zhuo Wenlang.

But he was reluctant, for fear that if he said "don't bother", that person would really let him here.

The hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, and the blood mixed with it into pink bubbles, which hurt a little, but what impressed Ran Xu more deeply was the temperature of Zhuo Wenlang's palm, which was so warm that people didn't want to move it away.

"Okay." Zhuo Wenlang wrapped his hands with gauze, and it was very smooth, and then his expression eased, "The kid is quite patient, and he didn't yell." He had the usual expression on his face. smile.

Ran Xu looked into Zhuo Wenlang's eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

He knew things were going a little off the rails, he liked men, and Zhuo Wenlang fit all the dots of his ideal partner perfectly.

He is polite, elegant and gentle, young and promising but still maintains a humble attitude, even for a poor student like him, he doesn't have the slightest dislike for him.

Or maybe, it was even too good, so good that Ran Xu felt a little unreal.

After cleaning his wound, Zhuo Wenlang had no intention of staying overnight. He stood in the aisle of the room and put on his coat again: "I have already paid for the room in advance, you can check out before twelve o'clock tomorrow morning." , or if you're in a hurry to get back to school, come out with me now, and I'll just take you for a ride."

Ran Xu took a deep breath and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Wenlang stopped what he was doing.

Ran Xu hesitated, not knowing what to say, did he want to say that Zhuo Wenlang's current behavior was a little too good to be normal?You must know that they only met three times in total, but the man helped him every time.

Ran Xu knew very well that there were no free benefits in the world, Zhuo Wenlang helped him so logically, he should get something from him, but after thinking about it, he had no money and no career of his own, he was just a Ordinary students, if you put them in the crowd, you will never find that kind again.

Does Zhuo Wenlang want something?Or is it simply a charity game played by the rich?

The man standing at the door waited quietly for him to speak without any sign of impatience.

Ran Xu still felt like asking, he raised his head and looked directly into Zhuo Wenlang's eyes: "Mr. Zhuo... why are you so nice to me? I mean, we obviously don't know each other much, and I..." He frowned Come on, I don't know how to explain myself.

Before he could finish his entanglement, the man on the other end laughed first.

Zhuo Wenlang stretched out his fist to cover his mouth, and smiled so much that his eyes curled up: "Do you feel fine?" His voice sounded more cheerful than before.

"Actually, I don't think much of it. You just help me because I want to do it. Maybe it's because the first time I saw you, I think you should be a very good boy." He winked at Ran Xu Blinking eyes, "Sorry, I rarely meet boys your age, the only one is Zhuo Minghui, but you know that kid's temper."

"So you don't have to worry too much." Zhuo Wenlang concluded, put on the leather gloves, turned and opened the door, "Let's go, I'll contact you when I'm free."

Zhuo Wenlang didn't lie to Ran Xu in this sentence, he really rarely had contact with these students who were still in the ivory tower on campus, most of their worlds were too far away from his, naive and overly stubborn.

Although Zhuo Wenlang himself admires romance, he is not an idealist. He can live to this day because he stepped on the bodies of countless losers to stand at the top. of students are totally out of tune.

But Ran Xu seems to be different... a very interesting kid.

The night in the city was already deep. Ran Xu was lying in the hotel room, quietly thinking about what happened that day, and was startled suddenly, only then remembered that he had forgotten to return the key again.

How stupid...

He couldn't help frowning, and put his head under the pillow in retaliation.

Forget it, Zhuo Wenlang didn't mention this matter today, and it's not urgent to have to use the key, and I'll send it to him when he comes here next time.