Tocheng

Can't figure out what he's thinking.

"Come here." He waved to him, and Yu Cheng moved his feet, trying to calm down and sit next to him.

Kang Du took out a small medicine box from under the table, took out a Bondi and tore it open, and was about to stick it on Yu Cheng's neck, when Yu Cheng was startled, the sense of touch was too clear, "Don't move."

Putting on the Band-Aid was a little uncomfortable. Yu Cheng pinched the bed sheet with his hands, and pretended to be calm on his face, "It's not a big injury." He was about to tear it off as he said that, but before he stretched out his hand, it was grasped tightly, "Paste it Bar."

"It's not very comfortable." There was no chance to move the tightly grasped hand.

"It will be misunderstood if people see it, just stick it." He coaxed Yu Cheng very gently.

Yu Cheng turned his face away, "Understood, don't look at me like that." He threw away that hand, turned around, sat on the other side of the carpet, patiently took out the book and flipped it over there.

The author has something to say: I haven’t been in touch with Danmei for a long time. When I first learned about this kind of thing, I was terrified. I haven’t recovered from it for a long time. I fell into thinking for a long time. , Fortunately, I was resurrected in the end and convinced myself, haha, I also understood a lot of things. In life, I still have to try a lot of new things.Ha ha. . .