About the roommate and I being double-standard dogs

The temperature has dropped in the past few days. When I sat under the bed in the dormitory at night, I felt like a rock candy apple. I felt cold from the bottom of my heart.

I took out the thick coat I brought from home from the closet and put it on, sat back in front of the computer and continued working.

After a while, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I clicked save, turned my head, stared at the face of my roommate who was less than five centimeters away from me, and asked, "Have you had enough fun?"

"No." The roommate raised his eyelids, lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head and continued to play with the decorative buttons on the hem of my clothes.

I sighed, sometimes Chen Lu is really naive than me.

I say this not because I really think I am childish, but because I am ten months younger than him, and I should really call him brother in terms of age.

At [-]:[-], my part-time job is over for the time being. I copy the completed files to a USB flash drive, put the USB flash drive in my schoolbag, pack up the things I need to bring to class tomorrow, and then prepare to take a hot shower Warm up your body.

I found the clothes I was going to wear when I came out of the shower, moved a stool and put it at the door of the bathroom, put the clothes on the stool, and then I went in to take a shower.

In this season, taking a hot bath is very comfortable. Although the school only has showers, it is hard for people not to want to stay for a longer period of time in the hot environment filled with steam.

I don't know how long I've been in the hot water, I just know I'm tired and sleepy, so I should towel off and get dressed.

I dried myself off, hung up the towel, and opened the door to get my clothes off the stool outside.

"Damn it's so cold!" The chill came in through the crack of the door, splitting the hot mist like thorny ice and slashing at me. I shivered from the cold, picked up all the clothes on the stool and rushed to the door Shrunk.

Maybe I pulled too hard, the sleeve of my clothes got caught on the stool somehow, I saw that the stool was about to fall, so I quickly took a step back, and the sharp corner of the stool just hit the nail of my left thumb On the part of the toe that is next to it, perhaps because I soaked in hot water for too long, the skin is in a relatively fragile state, and I feel that the place where I was hit hurts so much.

My roommate heard the movement and came over to ask me what happened. I said it was all right, and then he went back into the room.

I'm just glad I picked up all the clothes in my hand and didn't drop them on the floor, otherwise I should have cried.

I put on my jacket and underwear, lifted the stool from the ground, wiped my hands with a towel, and prepared to put on my pants again. Before my feet got out of the slippers, when I looked down, I saw my left thumb was bleeding. There was a lot of blood, and there was blood under the nails.

Shit, no wonder I'm in such pain, I can't wear my pants anymore, if I wear them like this, blood will get on my pants.

I put on my trousers and came out of the bathroom. Inside the room, Chen Lu had already turned on the air conditioner.

Chen Lu seemed to be about to open his mouth to say something, but as soon as he saw my feet, he grabbed me and disinfected them with alcohol without saying a word.

"What's the matter with you?" Chen Lu's tone was not very good.

"I accidentally got hit by a stool, it's not a big problem." I gritted my teeth and said.

It really hurts when the cotton swab dipped in alcohol is wiped over the broken skin, but I have to hold back and can't show it.

"Hiss—I'll do it myself!" It hurts so much, I really can't pretend anymore, I suspect that Chen Lu deliberately hit harder.

"Don't move." Chen Lu held me down and said expressionlessly.

I literally stopped moving, I felt like he was ordering me, and I completely lost the instinct to resist.

Chen Lu threw the fifth cotton swab into the trash can, then took out a band-aid from the medicine box, tore it open and pasted it on me, he looked at me with a bad expression, "Can you be more careful next time? "

He probably thinks I'm a nuisance.

"Yes." I nodded obediently.

After all, I am very good at reading people's faces.