Ji Fanling heard the sound of water stopped and immediately turned around: "Is there still bleeding?"
Fu Yingcheng was emotionless: "A little bit."
Ji Fanling squeezed in and stood almost next to Fu Yingcheng, looking down at him The rubber bands on her palms and wrists were very experienced and she said: "The rubber bands are useless, tie them with a towel, then raise your hands, raise them higher, and the bleeding will stop after a while."
She said and pulled them from under the wall . She took off her own towel and was about to wrap it up for him. Thinking of this man's mysophobia, she stopped and explained: "This towel is for me to wash my face. It's clean, or it was brought from your house. If you don't believe me, you can smell it."
She said and put the towel on Fu Yingcheng's face.
The man subconsciously leaned back and turned his head to avoid it.
Maybe I still feel a little disgusted.
Ji Fanling changed his words: "Pull out the paper."
Fu Yingcheng looked aside, his face tensed, his ears thin and red: "...No, you can wrap it up."
Ji Fanling wrapped it up for him, although she herself had Shi Ye also treated the wound, but not as seriously as she treated him. She reluctantly wrapped it up and asked, "Is it tight?"
Fu Yingcheng said, "It's okay."
In fact, there was nothing she could do, but Fu Yingcheng looked like he was very drunk, so it was best to sit down and relax for a while before leaving.
Ji Fanling thought of this and said, "Would you like to sit in my room?"
Her room was two steps across from the toilet. Ji Fanling took out the key to unlock it and went in first.
The room is very narrow. The bed is right at the door. Apart from the bed, there is only an aisle that can only accommodate one person. Her package is also placed in the aisle. There are no windows. The wallpaper on both sides is yellowed and the wall is stretched. plastic rope to hang clothes. The only open space at the head of the bed was her mother's photo frame.
Because the space is small, some things are inevitably placed on the bed.
Ji Fanling rushed in, stuffed his bedside underwear into the bag, zipped it up, and kicked it to the bottom of the bed.
"You can sit on the bed." There was no other place to sit.
Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows were heavy and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Ji Fanling said it again before he sat down.
Ji Fanling walked out of the room and closed the door behind her: "Sit down, I'll be right back."
She couldn't explain why, but she didn't want Fu Yingcheng to see her unusual roommates.
Moreover, she didn't want her roommate to see Fu Yingcheng.
Ji Fanling quickly walked into the kitchen.
Previously, when she had hypoglycemia, Fu Yingcheng made honey milk for her, and felt that it could also be used to relieve hangover.
Ji Fanling also wanted to make it for him, but she had neither honey nor milk.
Finally, Ji Fanling washed a cup and poured him a cup of hot water.
Three mint candies brought back from the food stall were thrown into the water.
Just drink it.
Ji Fanling walked back to the room and saw Fu Yingcheng still sitting there. He handed over the cup and said firmly: "Here."
Fu Yingcheng looked at the unmelted sugar in the cup and hesitated: "Ji Fanling "
Huh?"
"Mint candy in water?"
"Forget it," Ji Fanling said with a straight face.
Fu Yingcheng stopped talking, drank half the cup and put the cup aside.
The couple in room No. 1 started singing again, and there was a muffled sound through the wall where the lyrics could not be heard clearly.
After sitting for a while, the man seemed to think of something again and raised his eyes: "Ji Fanling."
Ji Fanling Ji Fanling Ji Fanling.
"Shouting."
Ji Fanling finally couldn't help but said: "Are there a hundred invisible people crowded in this room? Why do you keep calling me?"
It's not that she doesn't like it.
It's just that Fu Yingcheng rarely calls her by her first name, and because he's drunk, his voice has a deep grainy texture, which is a bit... indescribably sexy.
She shouted so hard that she almost got goosebumps.
Fu Yingcheng seemed unable to hear: "Do you like mint candies?"
"Generally, it's free."
"What about peach candies?"
"I don't like them," Ji Fanling said.
"..." Fu Yingcheng sneered to himself, as if he was angry again.
Ji Fanling: "..."
No, what are you angry about?
Ji Fanling: "You like peaches and candies very much?"
The ceiling light in the room was half-lit, and the dim light fell on the man's long eyelashes, softening the sharp edges.
Fu Yingcheng's black eyes were slightly bright, as if he were hiding a hook. He looked at her for a long time and said softly: "Yes, I like it very much."
Then just think about it.
Ji Fanling twitched the corners of his lips.
Where can I get you some peaches and candies in the middle of the night? There are quite a few things to do.
After a while, Ji Fanling noticed that the towel gradually turned red, indicating that the wound was still bleeding: "Show me your hand."
Fu Yingcheng stretched out his hand, let her untie the towel, and looked at the wound.
Ji Fanling: "You can't do this, you have to get tetanus."
Fu Yingcheng paused for two seconds, raised his eyelashes, and suddenly chuckled: "What else do you know about tetanus?"
Ji Fanling: "?? ?"
The girl's face instantly collapsed: "Who are you looking down on?"
Fu Yingcheng looked at her very drunk and said slowly: "Then why didn't you go to the hospital when you were injured?"
Ji Fanling: "..."
It turns out . Leave it here waiting for me.
Could it be that he was taking revenge by not going to the hospital? Just because she didn't go to the hospital back then, he didn't go to the hospital now... But what good would this do to him?
Ji Fanling raised his chin: "Can you be the same as me?"
Fu Yingcheng: "What's different?"
It's different everywhere.
Her life was worthless. If she died, she would die. His life was too valuable.