After Transmigrating into a Book, I Have an Entire Family of Cannon Fodder

15

Qi Xingchen stared at the chat interface for a moment, reluctantly grabbed his coat and put it on, and opened the door.

Bai Ye stood outside his door, carrying a bag in his hand. The Danish wind is a little strong late in the middle of the night in spring. Qi Xingchen can feel the coolness on his body.

Qi Xingchen put his left hand behind his back, blocked the crack in the door with his body, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

Bai Ye said, "Is it convenient for me to go in?"

This person is talking about interrogative sentences, and his tone is affirmative. Is it inconvenient for him to use?

"... Come on in." Qi Xingchen took a step back, hoping that the other party could ask and end it early.

Bai Ye entered the house and locked the door with his backhand. Qi Xingchen was confused - you asked, why did you lock the door?

Then a shadow enveloped him. Bai Ye came to him and whispered, "Stretch out your hand."

Qi Xingchen had an ominous feeling, "Sniff out? What's your hand?"

"The left hand," Bai Ye paused, "the one you injured."

"..." Qi Xingchen stopped talking.

Before the thief ran away, he pushed him with the hand holding the knife. He stretched out his arm to block it and was accidentally cut by the tip of the knife.

But he didn't want to show others his wounds. He didn't have that habit when he was young.

Acrobatic is a very bitter art. It is easy to get started and difficult to practice well. During practice, it is common to fall or be injured by props.

On the first day of entering the acrobatic troupe, the class leader told him, "If you want to be a superior person, you must endure hardships. Everyone here can cry, but don't cry for me. Cry by yourself. I can't hear you.

So since then, unless he had a fever to the unknown, he had never disturbed anyone else.

Now that the other party has found it, he is not going to continue to hide. Qi Xingchen licked his lips and said perfunctorily, "It's okay."

Bai Ye's tone was irresistible: "St out your hand."

"It's really okay."

"... Why are you so stubborn?" Bai Ye sighed and said softly, "Sn out your hand, Xing Xing."

Reach out your hand, stars.

This was the first time that Bai Ye called his nickname. His voice was low and magnetic. He said it in a gentle tone, as if a feather fell on his heart, and his heart was numb and itchy.

Qi Xingchen's ghost made the god extend his little arm.

Bai Ye grabbed his wrist and pushed up the sleeves of his coat. On the white and slender wrist of the little fan, a red scratch winds up ferociously.

The wound is not deep, but very long. The owner of the wound should have been flushed and treated without scabs or bleeding.

"sit." Bai Ye pointed to the bedside.

Qi Xingchen sat down again and watched Bai Ye take out disinfectant and gauze.

He vaguely remembered that the program team didn't seem to have prepared any medicine, and curiously rummaged through the bag: "Where did these come from?"

Bai Ye: "I asked my neighbor for it."

"Which one... Is this a shopping receipt?

"..." Bai Ye stopped talking.