Chapter 7: "Feet are cold."

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"...... hand hurts a little." Song Qie tries to pull her hand back.

I thought to myself how everyone in this book likes to touch and move around, it's so anxiety inducing.

Lu Beihuai thought that he was concerned about himself, and forced down his inner disgust, softening his tone, "It's fine young master, I'm not in pain."

"My hands hurt." Song Qie looked at Lu Beihuai depressingly.

Lu Beihuai ："...... "Silently grasping the hand to let go, it is not true, saw that cut off the slender wrist so red, he obviously did not force, really pampered out: "Sorry. "

"How did you get it here, really giving people a beating to make money?" Song Qie Seeing the bruises on Lu Beihuai's arms, which shouldn't have been treated much either, still bubbling with blood, she couldn't help but frown, "How much money does my mom give you every month, isn't it enough?"

The implication is, isn't it enough to give you money every month?

Lu Beihuai thought to himself, "It's true that I've given him $5,000 a month, but his father's hospitalization for heart failure due to a heart attack will cost much more than that, and he may even be facing the possibility of a new heart at a later stage, which would cost much more.

But how is this so-called five thousand dollar reward enough.

The man owed him, and the bullying he was going to pay back was definitely more than just five thousand.

All the grievances he has suffered in these ten years, he will take them back from Song Qie, and he will do anything to take away all that belongs to Song Qie.

"My dad was hospitalized and needed to use more money and thought I'd do a little bit if I could."

"What is the reason for being hospitalized?" Song Qie saw that Lu Beihuai's expression wasn't very good, so it seemed like it should be quite serious: "I'll talk to my parents and help uncle."

He said heading for the study, he remembered that there was a medical kit in the study cupboard.

Lu Beihuai saw him running into the study with bare feet, "Young master, the floor is cool with the air conditioning on, so wear slippers."

Bending down, he picked up the slippers that lay beside him and followed them into the study.

Song Qie ran into the study and opened the cabinet, and sure enough the medical kit was placed here.

He got the medicine chest out and turned just as he was about to go out when he saw Lu Beihuai come into the study carrying his slippers, and his ears went hot.

Before he could speak, Lu Beihuai walked up to him, bent down and squatted in front of him, holding his ankle: "Young master, put on your shoes."

Song Qie : "......" His hands shook as he clutched the pillbox and almost dropped it, lifting his ankles in an attempt to duck out of the way, only to have his ears instantly redden as large hands gripped the soles of his feet.

How do you touch the soles of people's feet like that!

"The feet are cold." Lu Beihuai raised his eyes to Song Qie, see this guy face and ears are flushed, this is because of his touch shyness, before where will be, but also may be able to kick him away, it seems that now eat this set: "Air conditioning do not turn on so low, you have just not been well for a long time, this is easy to catch a cold."

He puts on Song Qie's slippers, stands up and walks to the checkroom.

Song Qie was relieved to see Lu Beihuai go, calmed her nervous 'thumping' and put the medical kit on the desk.

As a result, Lu Beihuai was seen walking up to him with a pair of socks, squatting down on one knee, holding his ankle to his knee, holding the socks open, and trying to put them on him.

"！！！！" Song Qie was so shocked that she drew her foot back almost by reflex, and the reaction was so great that she lost her footing.

"Careful."

Song Qie was in a trance, only to feel himself being lifted up by his waist, and by the time he reacted, he was already sitting on the desk.

His heart beat wildly, his eyelashes fluttered lightly, and he lowered his eyes, his gaze crashing directly into the darkness of the other man's brow, that feeling of tightness behind his back, but not being able to escape.

"I ......"

The next second, the ankle was held again.

Song Qie's entire body felt like it was on fire as he watched Lu Beihuai crouch down on one knee in front of him again.

Lu Beihuai held the ankle of this as long as to escape, raised his eyes to Song Qie, full of concern: "Young master, I will be heartbroken if you get sick, don't get sick, okay?"

Song Qie pursed her lips tightly and pretended to be calm, but she still couldn't stop her body from trembling from the nervous reaction to such a touch.

...... So he still has to go along with Lu Beihuai's wishes?

What if it doesn't go well?

The teenager sitting on the desk was wearing snow-white loungewear, already born fair, and the scarlet at the base of his ears and neck was like a bloom of lusciousness in this holy color.

He kept his legs together, his hands resting regularly on his knees, his thin shoulders shaking slightly with nervousness, not daring to look at the person in front of him, the tension in his eyes wrapped in wetness.

and tried to draw back the foot that was held, and found it impossible to do so, as if he could cry out of fear the next instant.

"Young master always can't take care of himself, then I can only watch you more." Lu Beihuai lowered his eyelids, hiding the rich gloom in the bottom of his eyes, didn't let these ankles escape, holding them tightly, the socks put them on for him, "I don't want to see the young master get sick, it would hurt."

The ankles were slim and reddened at once where they had been held, and the white boneless stockings were slowly pulled up just below the belly of the calf.

But he knew the traces would soon be gone.

Song Qie : "...... Okay."

The ankle press couldn't draw it out, ooooohhhh, he felt so sick about this Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai listened to his voice tremble in reply, before releasing his ankle and slowly standing up, reaching out to carry him off the desk.

"......!!!" Song Qie's body clenches, and then she hits the ground.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're nervous young master, is there something I'm doing wrong?" Lu Beihuai asked.

Song Qie pursed her lips and moved her eyes to the medical kit at hand, changing the subject, "Your wound needs to be treated or it'll be worse tomorrow, go sit next to it."

Said sideways to open the medical box, the heart meditation is all right, a small matter, life is important, go along first.

He finished by looking at Lu Beihuai.

"Good." Lu Beihuai met the guy's pleading eyes, at least the current situation was what he wanted, and it was perfectly possible to use the guy's liking for himself to his advantage.

He walked over to the chair next to his own desk.

Song Qie was holding the disinfectant and cotton swabs, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Lu Beihuai sitting with his thighs spread out, froze for two seconds, and gulped.

Under the lights, leaning back in the chair of a tall teenager wearing a black T-shirt sweatpants, broad shoulders and long legs, exposed arms and thin clothing under the outline of the robust physical lines, hands casually so propped up on the knees, invisible sense of oppression came out.

I have to say, Lu Beihuai's physique is not at all like that of a domestic high school student, it is like that of a foreign high school student, like a western physique, very tall and strong, but also because of his age, he has a little bit of teenage spirit.

Looking into his eyes at the moment with that brooding, disheveled tenderness.

This young man who grew up under the shadow of "Song Qie" is like a confluence, the last flower of summer, which still has a kind of decadent beauty of unwilling to leave the stage even when it has finished blooming and fading, with gloomy blackness in its whiteness.

Proper white cut black.

Song Qie looks away for a moment, notices Lu Beihuai looking at him, silently averts her eyes, walks over to him, takes hold of his arm and sterilizes the spot where he's hurt, "So what are you doing on the side?"

Slightly bowed head of the teenager hair with the smell of the bath after, soft hair because of the posture of the lowered head to cover the eyelids, the appearance of the drooping eyebrows warm as jade, beautiful and well-behaved.

The earlobes were still red from the blush they had left when they had blushed earlier.

Was it intentional?

Lu Beihuai watched and saw Song Qie carefully sterilizing himself, as if he was afraid of hurting himself, and he didn't hold back the sound of being hurt.

Song Qie heard the sound of Lu Beihuai sucking in a backwards breath, her hands shook in shock and she looked at him nervously, "...... I, I pushed too hard?"

"It hurts a bit." Lu Beihuai lifted her eyes, ripples spreading in the bottom of her eyes, "But it's okay, I'm happy that Young Master cares about me."

Song Qie : "......" again this kind of embarrassment he can't play, he won't look up, can only soften the action, with a cotton swab little by little gently touch: "How about this?"

"Well, young master is very gentle."

Song Qie ："...... "Help, why do you use tone of voice, really want to find a hole to drill in.

No, hold it in, now it's time to redeem the big boss who will black out.

"That ...... I'm sorry."

Lu Beihuai stared at Song Qie, who was still sterilizing and medicating himself, and when he didn't look at him, he said these words, "Young master said something about being sorry for a good reason."

"I say sorry for what I did to you in the past." Song Qie replaced the cotton swab and threw the used swab into the trash can first: "I won't even bully you like that again."

Just as he was about to dislike the cotton swab to Lu Beihuai's lips, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Why?"

Song Qie froze for a moment, meeting Lu Beihuai's gaze as he looked intently at himself, feeling the spot where his wrist was held along with half of his body instantly go numb, and he felt his face begin to heat up, his heart beating rapidly.

He was really uncomfortable with physical contact with people he didn't know very well, really nervous and a bit uncomfortable.

And it always seems like ......

Flop-flop-

The sound of his heart beating faster and faster, and the sound of his breathing became noticeable.

He subconsciously tried to step back, but his buttocks accidentally hit the corner of the table next to him, and he let out a cry of pain, rubbing his hand over the side of his buttocks that he hit, and then he saw Lu Beihuai laughing.

It happened to be four eyes.

The tall teenager with a band-aid on his lips smiled as if he had dispersed the disheveled feeling he had just had on his body, and the curves of his lips rose slightly, with a little bit of gangsterism, and looking at more than a couple of glances had the illusion of slowing down the heartbeat.

"...... What are you laughing at?" Song Qie Seeing him laugh like this, some panic, "Song Qie" in the past so bullying him can still smile to himself like this, this must be how strong psychological quality, how strong the ability to resist pressure.

"Young master's ears are red." Lu Beihuai pointed to the reddened ears.

Song Qie : "." Harm, an old problem, just a basic manifestation of mild sociopathy, he touched his ear, it was indeed hot: "Anyway, I won't bully you anymore."

"Good."

Song Qie glanced at Lu Beihuai, half-convinced.

Lu Beihuai smiled, "I believe you."

Song Qie: "."

Act, then act.

He tossed the used swabs into a side trash can, "Hungry, want to join us for some?"

"Good."

Song Qie : "......" See, this damn mighty cheeky really deserves his lesson.

After a while, the two sat cross-legged on the living room coffee table rug.

"You haven't told me what you're doing on the side." Song Qie pushed her bowl of still untouched noodles in front of him, "I haven't eaten any, so you eat."

Lu Beihuai's hand with chopsticks gave a start, seeing the bowl of noodles pushed in front of him.

"If you don't want to say it's okay, I don't have to necessarily know the meaning of ......" Song Qie looked at the bruises on Lu Beihuai's arms, obviously was beaten, this guy would not go to mix black s club, wait don't have not yet save the Successful to go to fish people, it is not worth the loss.

Lu Beihuai looks at Song Qie: "Are you worried about me?"

When Song Qie saw him looking at her, she propped her arm on the desktop and rested her head, pretending to look away naturally, her eyes glancing around with an innocent face:

"Or what, eat it, when it gets cold down there."