After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Zhao Tingxing behind him: "He has been waiting for you to come back and said he would sleep with you tonight."
Han Li had no choice but to come back and stand at the door of his room: "I'll wait here, you go and take him out."
Anyway, I decided not to step into his room again.
Zhao Tingxing didn't say anything. He went in and took Han Zhaoyi out, still holding his schoolbag and small kettle with his fingers.
Han Li hurriedly wanted to reach out to pick him up, but Zhao Tingxing avoided it: "I'll carry him down, don't wake him up."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers and asked her to hold her schoolbag and kettle.
Zhao Tingxing walked in front with Han Zhaoyi in his arms, and she followed silently behind him, entered the elevator, and went down to the 11th floor without speaking a word the whole time.
When she arrived at the door of her room, she was hesitating about not letting Zhao Tingxing in, but Zhao Tingxing glanced at her and said impatiently: "Open the door, why are you standing there?"
He acted too normal, but it seemed as if she was overthinking it, so she opened the door and silently let him carry Han Zhaoyi to bed.
I had hugged him like this once last time, and I was familiar with it this time. It was just that when I bent down to put Han Zhaoyi on the bed, the two conspicuous blue-purple lines on the lower back that were inadvertently exposed seemed to be darker.
Seeing him getting up, she couldn't help but blurt out and asked: "Have you used the medicine?"
When I think about it, with his stubborn character, he will definitely not take medicine by himself.
Sure enough, I heard his answer: "No matter what medicine you use, you can't die."
Han Li: "What if I get an inflammation without taking medicine?"
"It can't be reached, it can't be used." He told the truth this time, it was indeed out of reach, but for this injury, he was too embarrassed to find someone to apply it to him, so he simply ignored it.
Han Li really didn't want to care about him, but he was hurt because of her. She couldn't ignore it when it came to this. After looking at the sleeping Han Zhaoyi, he said, "I'll help you."
Just like that, the person who just refused to enter his room came in again out of nowhere and was still so close to him.
Only this time, Zhao Tingxing was sitting on a chair.
When the back was opened, the two scars were darker than before. Han Li gently poured some medicine on them. It must be pain. Zhao Tingxing straightened his back slightly.
"It hurts? Just bear with it, you'll be fine soon." Han Li was not as gentle as last time this time, for fear of creating a meaningless atmosphere of ambiguity for no reason.
So my hands were stronger than last time, and I kept talking.
"Easy, if you want to hurt me, just say it. Why are you so hard?" Zhao Tingxing said angrily after she pressed him several times with her hand.