What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

Jiang Qixiao went to the consultation room and interrogated the doctors and nurses several questions about Yang Shaoqing's condition, and he was relieved only after he was assured that it was not a serious situation.

Back in the ward, he washed an apple and sat beside him, slowly gnawing on it while watching Yang Shaoqing eat.

Yang Shaoqing ate very lightly, but he didn't have any appetite, so he stopped eating casually after a few paws.

Jiang Qixiao glanced into his bowl, frowned and said, "Take two more bites, it will take so long to get better after eating so little."

Yang Shaoqing glanced at Jiang Qixiao indifferently, saying that he was unwilling to move his chopsticks again.

Jiang Qixiao sighed.

He silently put away the bowls and chopsticks and packed them, then picked up the apple and gnawed it carefully.

Yang Shaoqing half leaned on the back of the hospital bed and closed his eyes to rest, occasionally opening his eyes to see what Jiang Qixiao was doing.

When he opened his eyes for the fifth time and saw that Jiang Qixiao was still eating the same apple, he couldn't help but asked, "Apple is so delicious?"

Jiang Qixiao was just letting his mind go, when he said this suddenly, he subconsciously glanced at the apple in his hand, "Oh... just... it's okay."

Yang Shaoqing frowned and looked at him.

Jiang Qixiao took a bite of the apple and said hesitantly, "Would you like to wash one for you?"

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak.

"Peel one, is the apple edible?" Jiang Qixiao didn't wait for Yang Shaoqing's answer, threw away the apple in his hand, and took a new one, "Oh, the fruit should be fine, not cooked food."

Yang Shaoqing frowned even deeper.

After going through yesterday's operation and crying, whenever he heard Jiang Qixiao mentioning food, stomach, delicate and other words, he felt that he was mocking him for not being manly enough.

It's simply black history.

And it's the kind that can't be turned over.

Jiang Qixiao peeled the apple and washed it before handing it to Yang Shaoqing, "Here."

Jiang Qixiao pinched the apple with three fingers, the knuckles of the fingers were clear, very white and slender, Yang Shaoqing looked down at it for several seconds before taking it.

Yang Shaoqing slowly put the apple to his mouth, and took a big bite with a creaking sound.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Qixiao said, "This is a magical little fruit full of love."

"..."

Jiang Qixiao met Yang Shaoqing's speechless eyes, and laughed out loud, "Eat it and you will get better soon!"

Yang Shaoqing chewed and swallowed the fruit in his mouth, "Don't apples all taste the same, how can you become... a magical power full of love... fruit." At the end, Yang Shaoqing couldn't help it Speak up, what the hell is that little Guoguo.

How on earth did Jiang Qixiao say these words out of nowhere...

Isn't it disgusting? Fuck.

Jiang Qixiao looked at Yang Shaoqing's complicated expression, and laughed even louder, "You're so cute hahaha..."

Yang Shaoqing made a vomiting expression, and glared at him unbearably, "Cute? Damn! You say I'm cute?"

Yang Shaoqing really can't stand this... Mother's adjective is applied to him.

It would be okay if he said it as a joke, but now Jiang Qixiao's tone was very serious, which gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Can't take it, can't take it at all!

Jiang Qixiao saw Yang Shaoqing's expression of being so confused that he was going crazy, he finally suppressed his smile, pursed his lips and said, "I said I'm cute, I'm cute."

Yang Shaoqing was so annoyed that he didn't want to talk to him.

After Jiang Qixiao calmed down, he felt bored, took out his mobile phone and randomly clicked on a TV series and put it in front of Yang Shaoqing, "It's boring, let's watch TV for a while."

Yang Shaoqing pushed his hand away irritably, "When can I go home?" Every minute and every second of staying in the hospital made him feel extremely uncomfortable, whether it was the white set of equipment or the faint smell in the air. The smell of alcohol is very, very uncomfortable.

"I really hate dead hospitals," he added.

Jiang Qixiao thought for a while, and put the phone back to standby, "Just...wait for another two days. If you really want to go home, you can go back tomorrow to recuperate."

"Can't you do it today!" Yang Shaoqing said.

"You have a fever this morning, little friend," Jiang Qixiao said helplessly, "I have to stay overnight to observe the situation."

"Don't yell so disgustingly!"

Jiang Qixiao groaned, wondering why this kid is so straight.

Very irritable.

Yang Shaoqing stopped talking to him and lay down pulling the quilt.

"Slow down, be careful not to touch the wound." Jiang Qixiao reminded, in exchange for a cold look.

Jiang Qixiao smiled helplessly.

When he came from home, Aunt Yang also specifically asked him that it was Yang Shaoqing who asked him to come here on his own initiative, and hoped that he could talk to Yang Shaoqing more, enlighten him and so on.

It is estimated that the restricted movement and yesterday's slap in the face made the boy's mood drop to the bottom, and Jiang Qixiao was not less coldly looked at by him when he came.

But he didn't care, he was used to Yang Shaoqing's unpredictable and arrogant personality, so it was fine if he didn't respond.

At night, under Yang Shaoqing's persistent and unreasonable pestering, Aunt Yang, who came to accompany the bed and deliver meals, finally agreed to his request, and after asking the doctor's precautions, she and Jiang Qixiao helped Yang Shaoqing back home.

The weather has turned cold, dragging a leg that cannot move, it is very inconvenient for Yang Shaoqing to take a bath, but he is too embarrassed to ask his parents for help, so this difficult task naturally falls on Jiang Qixiao.

"What!" Jiang Qixiao stared at Yang Shaoqing, who rolled his wheelchair into his living room with clean clothes in his hands, with wide eyes, "You want me...to help you take a bath?"

Yang Shaoqing frowned and stared at him, "What's wrong! You've already taken off my pants, so what if I take a shower."

"...Can't you wash it yourself?" Jiang Qixiao whispered.

Yang Shaoqing pointed to the thick plaster, "How do I wash it?"

For the convenience of changing pants, Yang Shaoqing wears very loose pants recently, which can be taken off with a single pull, but after the operation, for some reason, the doctor changed it to a thicker plaster cast. He himself could no longer take off his trousers completely without touching his ankles.

"Didn't you wash it yourself a few days ago?" Jiang Qixiao said with reluctance on his face, "Besides, you just had a fever, so it's better not to wash it."

Yang Shaoqing didn't want to give him so much nonsense, and said impatiently: "Come and help me quickly, what are you awkward about, it's not that you haven't seen it, it's hypocritical."

Jiang Qixiao's breathing became short of breath, his chest heaved violently twice, he stood up and turned his back to Yang Shaoqing, and tightly closed his eyes.

It's okay, it's okay, it's not that you haven't seen everyone, don't you have everything you should have? Jiang Qixiao, you are so nervous.

Jiang Qixiao cheered himself up for a long time, and when he turned around again, his expression was like that of a strong man going to the battlefield, and he said angrily, "Come on!"

"..." Yang Shaoqing was amused by his appearance, "Damn, there is something wrong with you, it makes me seem to force you to do something shameful."

"Originally." Jiang Qixiao muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Yang Shao tilted his head and asked.

"It's nothing, let's go." Jiang Qixiao pushed Yang Shaoqing into the bathroom, took the clothes in his hand, saw that Yang Shaoqing hadn't moved, frowned and said, "Take off your shirt first, why don't you wait?" I serve you?"

Yang Shaoqing glanced at him indifferently, reached out and took off his shirt two or three times.

Looking at Yang Shaoqing's strong body, Jiang Qixiao involuntarily made a swallowing movement. He asked Yang Shaoqing to put his hands on both sides of the wheelchair like last time, almost causing the wheelchair to stretch over.

Yang Shaoqing switched to supporting the cushion with both hands, and moved the crotch forward.

Jiang Qixiao buckled Yang Shaoqing's trouser belt and pulled it down. This time, he was careful not to pull down his underwear.

After taking off his trousers, Jiang Qixiao took a deep breath, and his eyes drifted unconsciously where they shouldn't be.

Yang Shaoqing raised his eyebrows to take a panoramic view of his expression, and said with a little smile: "Help me flush the water, you think I'm naked and not cold, right?"

Jiang Qixiao turned his head violently, a little embarrassed, took off the nozzle, adjusted the hot water, and handed it to Yang Shaoqing, "You do it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to get out of the bathroom, but was stopped by Yang Shaoqing on the way.

"Hey," Yang Shaoqing said, "I can't reach your bathing utensils."

Jiang Qixiao's teeth were about to be gritted, and he turned around and put all the things on the sink where Yang Shaoqing could reach out, "Is there anything else! Young Master!"

Yang Shaoqing pursed his lips and smiled, pretending to think about it for a while, "Well, since you want to do it so much, then you can rub my back for me."

Jiang Qixiao gave him a fierce look, took the bath towel, roughly pressed Yang Shaoqing's neck to make him bow his head, and rubbed his back vigorously.

"Fuck!" Yang Shaoqing supported the wheelchair pole with both hands, "Why the hell are you working so hard!"

His skin was very fair, and red marks immediately appeared after rubbing it twice, which surprised Jiang Qixiao, thinking that he really hurt him, so his movements slowed down a lot.

Yang Shaoqing was very puzzled, Jiang Qixiao was usually a very gentle person, how could he act like this with just a few words now.

Jiang Qixiao wiped his back as quickly as possible, and even flushed him.

When Yang Shaoqing straightened his back, Jiang Qixiao's eyes accidentally glanced at the dormant bulging sac, his mouth became dry for a while, and he yelled in his heart that something was wrong.

An uncontrollable drive and heat surged into his lower abdomen, no matter how much he tried to divert his attention, he couldn't resist the menacing desire.

Jiang Qixiao almost wanted to howl twice.

He actually—hardened.

Facing Yang Shaoqing who was only wearing a pair of underwear, he was hard.

At this time, Yang Shaoqing didn't notice, squeezed some shower gel on his hands and rubbed it on his body, the unconscious smearing and stroking movements were unintentionally more aphrodisiac in Jiang Qixiao's eyes.

Jiang Qixiao couldn't stay any longer, so he didn't give Yang Shaoqing the chance to stop him again, he walked around the wheelchair and rushed out the door.

Yang Shaoqing stared at his flustered back in a daze.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Jiang Qixiao went straight into the bedroom and closed the door. His heart was pounding non-stop, and he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and panted heavily, trying to calm down his emotions.

Just now... Just now, he actually had that kind of thought about Yang Shaoqing.

Neighbor Yang Shaoqing.

The landlord's son.

own students.

Jiang Qixiao frowned deeply, gritted his teeth and raised his hand, slapping his face hard.

The sound was very loud and the force was great. After being beaten, his face turned red quickly just like Yang Shaoqing's back just now, and there was a tendency to swell up.

He sneered, his breath was very unsteady, and he slowly opened his eyes, showing a complicated expression.

"Jiang Qixiao..." he said, "You are really shameless."