Chus stood there for a moment, hearing the grinding of clothes in the bathroom, and a moment later the sound of rushing water came out.
Everything was natural and there really didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
"Are you sure you don't need to help," Chus asked.
Probably because the sound of the water was too loud and masked, Saeyang didn't hear it too clearly, "What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, you wash it first."
Chus raised his voice slightly, "Call me if there's any problem." ” "What could I have asked for?"
Saeyang seemed to scoff.
"Okay."
Chus walked around the bedroom, Carlos Black's aesthetic was unflattering, maybe he didn't have such a thing as an aesthetic at all.
Like his rugged form, this man prefers things that are large and sloppy, with chaotic colors and crowded lines, But even if these are forgotten, there are still some pink, white, pink, blue and pink things, and there is a serious sense of disobedience when put together with the king of wanderers like Carlos Black.
I don't know how to feel except to shut up and be amazed.
Chu Si looked at the pink bed with a rabbit pattern on his expressionless face, and then at the sofa that seemed to have collapsed, and he chose between being blind and even more blind, and still sat in the armchair.
To be honest, he wasn't used to sleeping in someone else's bed with a scar and blood stain.
On the round table next to the sofa is an electronic photo frame with obvious abrasion marks on the edges, which can be seen to be often held in people's hands.
Chus glanced at it, but without reaching for it, he withdrew his gaze.
He has never had a desire to explore other people's private affairs, but he can guess what is in this frame.
After all, Carlos Black, who was once known as the King of Wanderers, was so famous that even Chus, who had barely dealt with him, knew that he had a wife and a daughter, and that he had a fulfilling life, but he didn't enjoy it for many years before he was beaten back to a lonely family by the Silver City.
In those years, Carlos Black insisted on living as a god of killing, and led his brothers, who were also lonely, to compete with the Silver City for decades, until the last ten years, it suddenly changed and was no longer tough.
It can be seen that time is indeed a magical thing.
Chus nestled in the couch, his elbows resting on the armrests, his head loosely propped up.
He closed his eyes to the sound of water in the bathroom, and the burning sensation on his back shoulders kept him awake and unable to really sleep.
Everything that had happened in the apartment complex was like a moving image, flashing through his mind in such a disorderly order that he couldn't even tell if he was consciously recalling or a shallow dream.
Jiang Qi, who suddenly opened the door and appeared in front of him, the document bag with a black cover, and Sa'e Yang who turned back with a smile while running Chuss moved his fingers and reopened his eyes.
He squinted his eyes at the space-zone timer on the wall, an hour and a half had passed since he had closed his eyes earlier It's been an hour and a half, and the sound of water in the bathroom hasn't stopped Chu Si was stunned for a moment, frowned and shouted: "Sa'e Yang" The sound of water in the bathroom still doesn't stop, but there is no echo either.
Chus frowned, got up and strode over there, "Sa'e" "What's wrong?"
a deep voice came through the sound of water, vaguely revealing familiar laziness.
Chu Si stopped at the door in a moment's time, "It's been an hour and a half, are you taking a bath or are you going to cook yourself into soup?"
"yes, how about going back and sharing your bowl" Sa'eyang's voice was still lazy, as if he didn't want to exert himself, but with a hint of a smile.
"What the hell are you doing, staying in there for so long," Chus knocked twice on the door.
"Do something that doesn't seem shameful, are you sure you want me to open the door?"
said Saeyang.
Chuss: "" He turned around and took two steps and suddenly paused, and said suspiciously, "Are you?"
After a moment of silence, Chus resolutely walked back to the bathroom door, "Have your injuries healed?"
Saeyang dragged his tone carelessly, "Do you still need to ask, of course, you may not believe it, the wound is already as small as a mosquito's mouth, and it will be a while."
Before he could finish his sentence, Chus skipped the step of knocking on the door and unceremoniously pushed the door open. bang The frosted glass door slammed against the wall, intelligently standing there, not bouncing back.
The heavy moisture in the bathroom hit Chus's face, and then dispersed in an instant, and Sa'eyang's figure became clear He was standing in front of the mirror, his hands propped up on the black countertop, his towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
He probably recognized the excuse he had made to keep Chus out, so he didn't expect the door to be opened suddenly, and when he turned his face to look at the door, his frowning brow hadn't let go.
Chuss swept his gaze over the bath towel and finally stopped at his waist.
A hideous wound stretched down from the ribs, and disappeared into the towel along with the clear mermaid line.
"You may not believe it, but it's the first time in my life that I've seen such a small mosquito mouth."
Chus sneered coldly.
Saeyan: "" "Arms."
Chus snapped out two words.
Saeyang lifted the intact one.
Chus looked at him and didn't speak, he snorted, and finally obediently turned around to reveal the other This wound is even more shocking, from the shoulder all the way to the back of the hand, if it is placed on an ordinary person, this arm is probably useless.
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Chus walked in without saying a word, slapping off the shower and stopping abruptly as the sound of the water was disguised.
He turned his head with a cold face and said, "Sa'e Yang, what is the use of your long head except to show your height, why don't you just plant it here with two wounds of such a long length and squatting in the water for an hour and a half?"
Saeyan: "" "Can you walk, carry it or drag one."
Chus still had a cold face.
Sa'eyang was extremely deflated, and he didn't pull back the topic in a joke.
He blinked at Chuss, looked down at the wound on his body, and walked out of the bathroom straight Appears to be very obedient.
The adjective "obedient" is put together with Sa'eyang, which is about a rare time in a century.
The whole bedroom fell into a very inexplicable atmosphere, the sound of footsteps, the grinding of cloth sitting on the sofa, and the click of the medical box switch were mixed together, and there were obviously many small sounds, but it made people feel too quiet.
Because Chus had been expressionless, silently staring at Saeyang sitting on the sofa, silently throwing the medical kit at hand, silently adjusting the dose on the syringe.
He drew the potion, slapped Sa'eyang's uninjured hand away, and bent down with a frown.
The edges of the wound on Sa'eyang's arm were white and visibly swollen.
Chus pressed lightly twice on the skin next to him with one hand, adjusted the position, and was about to send the needle in.
"Sir, you're angry."
Saeyang spoke suddenly.
Chu Si paused the tip of the needle in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Shut up."
With that, he plunged the needle in.
The wound on this arm was too long, and he injected the potion evenly along the edge little by little, his face was cold, but his movements were very light.
Saeyang suddenly laughed, not making a sound, but the corners of his mouth were clearly curved.
"Why don't I go around your mouth first?"
Chu Si held the syringe and said coldly.
Saeyang raised an eyebrow: "I didn't speak just now. ” Chuss: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's not okay to laugh" Chus looked at him expressionlessly.
Saeyang touched the corner of his mouth with his idle hand: "Okay, then don't laugh." ” His eyes were half-open as he spoke, as if he had been as lazy as ever, but there was a hint of exhaustion and sleepiness.
Chuss looked between his eyebrows, and lowered his head to finish treating the remaining half of the wound.
After using up two tubes of potion with one arm alone, he opened the third tube and raised his hand to touch Saeyang's forehead while waiting for the syringe to automatically draw the exact dose.
The tentacles are hot, and it's a fever.
"It's just a normal reaction."
Saeyang said that his potion-using arm had begun to turn red and hot, hanging on the armrest of the sofa, and it was not easy to move.
The syringe quickly drew the potion, and Chus's pressed fingers moved to Saeyang's waist, patiently moving down the stitch along the wound in his ribs.
"Can you please not move," Chus said.
Saeyang lowered his eyes and let out an "oh", and after a while, he suddenly said, "Sir, just prick the needle, don't press your fingers." ” Chu Si didn't raise his head, and snorted coldly: "I don't press it, if you move, the needle will be broken, and the needles in the medical box will not be enough in one circle, so you want to become a hedgehog."
Most of the wound had been treated, and there was still a little tail under the bath towel.
"Okay, then you go on, I don't care."
His voice was deep, rolling past Chuss's ears with a distinctly grainy feel.
Chus touched his finger on the edge of the bath towel.
The skin next to the wound was hot, and although it was known that it was the result of the effects of the drug, it was easy to conjure up another reaction.
Chus's fingers pressed against the side of the Sa'e Yang mermaid line, and it felt a little hard to the touch because of the tightness of the muscles.
Saeyang propped up the sofa with one hand, leaned forward a little, and suddenly leaned down.
Chus's eyes narrowed, tilting his head slightly.
Sa'eyan's breath hit his neck, "Sir, can I continue with the incident that was interrupted many years ago":