Chapter 97 - Ch 97

 Ji Fanling said: "I'm not afraid of death."

  Fu Yingcheng's eyes changed slightly and darkened. Ji Fanling stood up and said: "Sit here, I will go downstairs to buy you medicine."

  *

  After Ji Fanling left, a few minutes later, there was a sudden knock on the door.

  The couple in the next room were still playing songs deafeningly, but Fu Yingcheng didn't move.

  The knocking on the door became louder and louder, and he almost slammed the door with anger, and cursed: "Open the door, I know you are here. Inside...fuck it, it's killing me...Open the door!"

  The couple in room 1 were listening to music loudly and didn't pay attention to the movement outside the door.

  Far away, Lu Yan in Room 3 opened the door, stuck her head out from the corridor, then quickly retreated and closed her own door.

  "Open the door!" The man was almost banging on the door.

  Fu Yingcheng stood up and opened the door.

  The man outside the door was flushed, with veins on his forehead bulging, as if he was enduring some kind of torture, and he spoke angrily: "You!"

  He moved his eyes upward, and saw Fu Yingcheng's cold face, and his words Dun: "Who are you?"

  Fu Yingcheng: "What are you doing?"

  The man glanced behind him and had a clear view of the narrow room. When he saw that the girl was not there, he wiped the sweat from his forehead angrily and pulled the Pulling down his trousers: "I knocked on the wrong door, I'm not looking for you."

  Fu Yingcheng's eyes were cold: "Who are you looking for?"

  The man muttered, not looking at Fu Yingcheng, and opened the door next to him. , entered his room, and locked it with a click.

  Fu Yingcheng's eyes darkened and his brows furrowed.

  *

  Pharmacies outside the community.

  Ji Fanling bought gauze, alcohol, cotton balls, and anti-inflammatory drugs at the drugstore.

  Before leaving, she saw a row of colorful Wangzai QQ candies on the shelf near the cashier.

  Ji Fanling pretended to be casual and looked around, then hesitated: "Excuse me, does this candy taste like peach?"

  The cashier glanced at it: "Um... are you looking for the shelf over there?"

  Ji Fanling went to look for it on the nearby shelf. It really smelled like peach. He tore a pack and threw it into the basket.

  She put the things she bought on the checkout counter, and the cashier skillfully scanned the barcode: "Do you have medical insurance?"

  "No."

  "Scan the code here."

  Ji Fanling lowered his head to pay, and the cashier saw how cute she was. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you like peaches?"

  "I don't eat them."

  Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

  "...I bought it for the eldest lady."

  Ji Fanling paid the money and walked out of the pharmacy.

  Being blown by the cold outdoor wind, she glanced at the candy in the plastic bag again, and suddenly felt weird.

  I wanted to stuff the candy in my pocket and not give it to him, but I felt even stupider.

  Talk about it.

  No one has ever been a guest at her home before.

  She has some problems and doesn't know what to do.

  Ji Fanling sighed and carried his things back to the rental house.

  Entering the room, Fu Yingcheng was still sitting there, looking down at his phone, and the drunkenness around him had dissipated a lot.

  But I don't know why, but I feel more depressed than when she left.

  Ji Fanling sat next to him, untied the plastic bag, and said with a straight face: "Reach out your hand."

  Fu Yingcheng put down his phone and stretched out his hand, but instead of extending his hand to her, he reached into the plastic bag and picked up the hand. Wrapped QQ candy and asked with eyes.

  Ji Fanling said: "Don't you insist on eating peach candy? It's right next to the cashier. I picked it up casually."

  Fu Yingcheng: "Not this kind."

  Ji Fanling: "???"

  Fu Yingcheng : "It's a hard candy."

  Hard, your mother is hard.

  Ji Fanling said with a fierce and cold face: "If you don't eat it, you will fall down, then don't eat it."

  Fu Yingcheng seemed to be unable to hear, and stuffed the candy into his pocket expressionlessly.

  Ji Fanling tore open the cotton swab package and picked one up to dip in alcohol.

  She is not a very patient person. When disinfecting her own wounds, she usually just wipes them hastily. At this time, when she was disinfecting Fu Yingcheng, her movements were somewhat stiff.

  Since Fu Yingcheng was very careful when treating her wounds, she also wanted to be gentle.

  Naihe's hands are a little out of control.

  One second I was thinking of being careful, and the next second I poofed and stabbed him in the wound.

  Ji Fanling immediately stopped her hand and looked up at him through her eyelashes with a guilty conscience.

  At an extremely close distance, the man's facial features are particularly clear.

  He lowered his eyelashes, and his forehead hair cast distinct shadows on his face. His eyes were dark, and he was not looking at his hands, as if he was looking elsewhere.

  Maybe the alcohol numbed his nerves, making him... unable to feel pain?

  Ji Fanling thought of this, and her tense arms relaxed a little.

  The girl sat next to him, her head lowered, and the jade Buddha stained with her body temperature fell out of the collar, swaying slightly with the movement.

  Silently attracting attention.

  Opposite the swaying warm jade, the girl's thin collarbone was dented with a small shadow. It was not so obvious when she was at his house before, but now it is thinner, and there is a faint fragility that is about to break.

  Like the antlers of a spring deer.

  Fu Yingcheng's held breath became heavier and heavier, and there was an unbearable irritation.

  He couldn't tell whether it was directed at the couple singing loudly across the wall, at the man who had just knocked on the door and harassed him, at the girl who hadn't mentioned a word from beginning to end, or at himself.

  After a while, Ji Fanling breathed a sigh of relief and sat back: "That's almost it, right? Do you want some anti-inflammatory pills?"

  Fu Yingcheng looked like he didn't hear clearly.

  Ji Fanling shook the medicine box in the plastic bag: "Anti-inflammatory medicine, do you want to take it?" It seemed as if he would pick out a few pills for him as soon as he said take it.

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