Dong dong dong, dong dong dong——
"Huh." Grandma looked curiously at Tang Nian, who was panting in front of him. His face was covered with beads of sweat, and his chest was heaving violently, accompanied by rapid breathing.
Tang Nian's clothes were soaked and clung to his body, outlining his thin but muscular figure. The sun shone on his sweaty face, reflecting the crystal clear light, "Grandma, grandma, hello... Jiangcheng, is Jiangcheng there?"
"Are you Chengcheng's friend? Chengcheng is at home." Grandma called to Jiang Cheng's bedroom. She only heard the sound of the door opening. Jiang Cheng had already opened the door and stood upright at the door of the bedroom, looking deeply at the door. Tang Nian.
"Come in! Grandma, he's looking for me."
"Go, go!" Grandma looked at Tang Nian with a loving look on her face.
Tang Nian smiled awkwardly and hurried into Jiang Cheng's bedroom. This was his second time in Jiang Cheng's room.
But it was different from the black one before. The surroundings were filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Jiang Cheng's face was paler than before, but his complexion looked much better. He was quietly leaning on the bed reading a book.
"Jiang Cheng, you..." Tang Nian was about to speak when Jiang Cheng raised his head and smiled, "Sit down."
Tang Nian could only sit down obediently, "Did you kidnap Zhao Yong?"
Jiang Cheng's eyes darkened, neither denying nor admitting.
"What did you do to him?"
"He touched your shoulder." Jiang Cheng answered honestly.
"Jiang Cheng, do you know this is illegal?"
"Know."
Jiang Cheng was wearing a set of gray cotton pajamas, and the loose hem swayed gently with his movements. There was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his lips. The air in the room seemed to be frozen, and there was only the sound of the breeze blowing outside the window and the sound of Jiang Cheng turning the pages of a book.
Tang Nian couldn't help but think of the first time he met Jiang Cheng. At that time, he was still a sunny boy. Now, although he was showing signs of illness, he was more calm. Tang Nian took a deep breath and asked as calmly as possible: "What are you going to do?" Jiang Cheng raised his head with a firm gaze, "Yes, Nian Nian, what are you going to do!"
"What can I do?" Tang Nian felt very strange. How did he go around Jiangcheng to bring the problem to him.
"Hand me over, or protect me?" Jiang Cheng looked directly into Tang Nian's eyes, as if he was talking about an insignificant topic.
Tang Nian's eyes casually glanced at Jiang Cheng's wrist, and suddenly found a striking scar. It was a fresh wound, and the surrounding skin was slightly red and swollen, as if it had been injured recently.
Tang Nian's heart suddenly trembled, and he couldn't help but get closer and look at the wound carefully. Although the wound was not deep, it was very obvious and looked shocking.
"This is..." Tang Nian's voice was trembling.
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly and said nothing, just looking at Tang Nian quietly. There was no trace of panic or pain in his eyes, as if the scar didn't exist.
He said calmly, "I drew it myself."
"Are you fucking sick?" Tang Nian cursed hurriedly. Jiang Cheng's wrist was very white, in stark contrast to the surrounding skin, and the scar was even more eye-catching.
Tang Nian's heart ached as if he had been pricked by needles. He didn't know why Jiang Cheng did this, but he could feel the pain and struggle in Jiang Cheng's heart. Tang Nian couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the wound, but Jiang Cheng dodged it. Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, "It's okay, I don't feel any pain."
Tang Nian felt mixed emotions in his heart. He didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at Jiang Cheng silently, hoping to convey his care and worry with his eyes.
The wind outside the window gradually picked up, blowing the curtains and fluttering gently. The room was so quiet that only the breathing of two people could be heard. Tang Nian's heart was in chaos. His eyes never left Jiang Cheng's wrist. The scar seemed to be engraved on his heart, making him unable to let it go.
"Are you afraid of pain?"
Tang Nian nodded, "Afraid! Why do you ask this?"
Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of something interesting, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Well, you are indeed afraid of pain. I saw you went to the hospital for a check-up, what was the result?"
"normal."
"Then...do you want me to check you again?"
Tang Nian's heart felt like a feather was gently brushing against it, itching and a little at a loss. He subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at Jiang Cheng's deep eyes. He felt as if Jiang Cheng had seen through the secret in his heart, and he was a little ashamed and embarrassed.
"No, no need." Tang Nian's voice was trembling, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.
Jiang Cheng smiled softly and said nothing. His eyes never left Tang Nian's face, as if he wanted to deeply imprint Tang Nian's appearance at this moment in his heart. Their eyes collided in the air, like two stars meeting in the night sky, emitting dazzling light.
"It looks like it's needed. I'll prepare things for you to check!"
If there were no accidents in the plane, Jiang Cheng would be a very good surgeon. His hands were born to study medicine.
But now, he hurt his hand...
Jiang Cheng stood up quietly and slowly walked to the corner of the room. Although his movements looked a little weak, they were calm and graceful.
Tang Nian's eyes followed him involuntarily, and his heartbeat quickened. Jiang Cheng stopped in front of the cabinet in the corner and opened the drawer. Various medical supplies are neatly placed in the drawer, such as stethoscopes, blood pressure monitors, disinfection supplies, etc.
Tang Nian couldn't help but be a little surprised. He didn't expect Jiang Cheng to have prepared so many professional tools.
Jiang Cheng's fingers lightly ran across these items, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. He picked up a stethoscope, turned around slowly, and walked towards Tang Nian. Although his steps were light, there was a firmness that could not be ignored. Tang Nian watched Jiang Cheng gradually approach, and the tension in his heart became stronger. He felt that his cheeks were slightly hot, and his eyes averted involuntarily.
"Now, check your heart rate."
Jiang Cheng walked up to Tang Nian, gently picked up the stethoscope and placed it on Tang Nian's chest.
Tang Nian felt the coldness of Jiang Cheng's fingers and the slightly cool metal touch on the stethoscope. He couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly. Jiang Cheng's fingers gently pressed on the two small pieces of the stethoscope and adjusted the position. His eyes were focused and serious.
Tang Nian felt his heartbeat echoing through the stethoscope. Every beat was accompanied by a slight vibration, as if his heart was telling its secrets. He didn't dare to look at Jiang Cheng, so he just closed his eyes and let Jiang Cheng's fingers roam around his chest.
Jiang Cheng listened quietly to Tang Nian's heartbeat. There was no expression on his face, only focused eyes.
"The heartbeat is a bit fast!" Jiang Cheng's voice scratched Tang Nian's heart like a feather, which was not easy to tease.
