Apply medicine on the 26th
He looked at her for a moment before sitting down on the sofa beside her. She first pulled up his hand and applied OK paste to some of the abraded skin on his finger joints, then picked up the bruise cream.
"Raise your face a bit." She said to him, at this moment he was lowering his head, it's really inconvenient to apply the ointment.
His lower jaw was slightly raised, revealing a slender neck and jet-black eyes that showed no expression at the moment, while his pale face had several shocking red swellings.
Her fingers were smeared with ointment, and she gently applied it to his face. Finally, she also parted the hair on his forehead to check if he was injured there.
He was like a quiet Barbie doll, from head to toe, without making a sound, just quietly looking at her.
She applied ointment to the wound on his face, then asked, "And your body? Were you hit anywhere?" Because he was wearing clothes, she had no idea if he was injured elsewhere.
His lips were still pursed, just when she thought he was going to thoroughly ignore her today, he suddenly said, "Do you want to know?"
She was taken aback for a moment, then said, "......Uh, I think."
"My clothes, you can take them off," he said.
Her face suddenly turned red, and although he was speaking in a very calm voice, it sounded strange and moving to her ears.
"If you have a sore spot on your body, apply the ointment yourself." She suddenly stood up and stuffed the bruise cream into his hand, then walked to the kitchen and started cooking dumplings bought from the supermarket.
You spoke cautiously with your head down, looking at the ointment in your hand with downcast eyes, and after a moment, followed into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, a busy figure, ordinary and plain, yet somehow attracting all his attention. As if from the moment he first saw her, there was her presence in his empty world.
Even if she doesn't say anything or do anything, she can still make him infatuated. As the years go by, this infatuation only grows stronger.
She was destined for him, like a glance at first sight.
At first, he was drawn to her when he inadvertently saw her squatting by the sand pit, drawing simple pictures with small twigs one stroke at a time, and talking non-stop to another child beside her.
He wants that person, wants her to focus on him, wants her to keep talking to her. If it's her, then he must be able to understand what true happiness is.
So that year, he grabbed her skirt and followed her home.
"Don't you want to see my body?" A soft and cold voice came from behind Xia Qi.
Xia Qi turned around and saw Jun Jian standing straight at the kitchen door, staring at her without blinking.
"She bit her lip and said, 'Jun Jin, we're not kids anymore!'"
"So it can't be like before?" he asked.
Before, they were extremely familiar with each other's bodies. When they were young, they even took baths together. Even when they grew up a bit, he would often pull her to sleep together. When he slept, he would habitually curl his body into a shrimp-like shape, and when she hugged him while sleeping, he would be especially happy.
Until she was in the sixth grade of elementary school, after her first menstruation, this experience of sleeping together ended. At that time, he still had a long period of awkwardness with her.