countdown to winter

Wen Xia went to the bathroom in the bedroom and took a quick shower. Although the place is not big, it has all internal organs.Throwing the wet clothes in the laundry basket, Wen Xia wrapped her lower body with a bath towel, wiped it briefly and walked out.

After walking a few steps, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Crack-"

The young man was wrapped in a bathrobe, and ran out with his back in a panic. Wen Xia saw his fair and straight calves, and realized it belatedly—he didn't find Shi Xing a good change of clothes.

He subconsciously called out to him: "Hey, Shi Xing."

Shi Xing slipped under his feet.

Wen Xia watched helplessly.

All animations are slowed down and turned into long shots.

The bathrobe was loosened, and the young man's naked back came into view unexpectedly.

There are mottled scars on the back, the scars run from the waistline to the thighs, and there are also scars on the knees.After a long time, some scabs fell off, and some could not heal themselves, and could only turn into ugly marks.

The scars painted dark red flowers on the flesh.

Wen Xia suddenly saw the mixed scars, as well as the circular wound on his arm, those red wounds were particularly conspicuous on the white body, forming an almost stark contrast.

He was shocked in place, and he didn't react for a long time.

It wasn't until Shi Xing groaned in pain that he reacted and strode over.

Shi Xing fell to the ground, and just about to sit up on the ground, a shadow was cast over his head.

Shi Xing almost raised his head in panic, and subconsciously covered his body with the bathrobe, Wen Xia bent down, put his arms under his knees, wrapped him in the bathrobe and hugged him.

"You kid, you won't call me if you don't have clothes on?" Wen Xia was a little annoyed.

"I yelled!" Shi Xing stared at him, "You didn't listen!"

"I'm not deaf! If you speak louder, I'll listen and talk back."

Shi Xing no longer had unnecessary arguments with him.

His head was pressed against Wen Xia's naked chest, Shi Xing could even smell the scent of shower gel from his body, his heartbeat was exceptionally clear, and the smell of male hormones enveloped him, making him a little uncomfortable.

He wasn't sure if Wen Xia had seen the scar on his back, so he could only pretend that nothing happened - adopting the strategy of not moving the enemy, not moving me.

Wen Xia kicked open the door, he had no hands to spare, so he could only use the simplest and rude method.

"boom--"

Shi Xing was taken aback, fear flashed across his eyes, "Fuck."

"What dirty words are you talking about?" Wen Xia walked to the bed and put him down. Although his movements were a bit rough, when he put Shi Xing down, he was extraordinarily gentle, and carefully covered him with the quilt. He said softly: "Hearing you swear once more, I'll seal your mouth."

This seems to be Wen Xia's master bedroom. It's not big, and there are not many things. There is a desk, a bookcase and wardrobe, a bed, and nothing else.

Shi Xing still hadn't recovered from the knock on the door just now.

The sound of kicking the door just now brought him back to the year when he was 12 years old.

It was also a rainy day, at night, when the torrential rain hit the window, the window of Shi Xing's bedroom leaked air, and he shivered from the cold, curled up under the blanket.

With a loud bang, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Strong alcohol smell, Shi Haoran stumbled in, Shi Xing sat up hurriedly, but was suddenly suppressed, Shi Haoran's broad palms grabbed his neck.

The tip of the nose is full of alcohol, which is so disgusting that it makes people want to vomit.

Shi Xing took the desk lamp at the side and slammed it down.

The smell of blood spread and overwhelmed the smell of wine.

With his head covered in blood, Shi Haoran bared his teeth and laughed out loud.Suddenly a thunder struck, illuminating him brightly, like a ghost.

"Bad bones."

……

"What do you think?"

The voice suddenly approached, Shi Xing raised his hand subconsciously, and slapped him with a "slap".

The people's teacher who was slapped on the forehead for no reason: "...?"

"Ah... I'm sorry." Shi Xing quickly withdrew his hand, "I... just reacted subconsciously, not on purpose."

"No," Wen Xia almost laughed angrily, he lifted his bangs and looked at his forehead in the mirror, "It's all red."

"No way, who told me to be a teacher - sit down, I'll treat your arm for you, it's full of blood."

After listening to Wen Xia's words, Shi Xing noticed his arm, blood was streaming down.

"No, it will heal on its own."

"Be obedient," Wen Xia held the home medical kit, with one leg half naked, "bring your arm here."

Shi Xing stared into his eyes and hid his arms back.

Wen Xia: "..."

You can't hide this thing no matter what, okay?

Wen Xia grabbed his hand neatly, Shi Xing's hand was not big - he was forced to show his arm - it didn't seem like he was asking him to show his arm, but he was asking him to dissect his heart.

Wen Xia was stunned.

He saw the circular wounds on it, which looked like scalds. There were five of them, which were particularly frightening. Wen Xia frowned, and Shi Xing said softly, "Isn't it scary?"

He didn't ask anything, just buried his head in treating the wound, "Just say it hurts."

"Won't it hurt to say it?"

"No," Wen Xia raised her eyes, "but I will lighten it up so that it doesn't hurt so much for you."