Xu Xizhou only felt that he was about to drown in those beautiful and affectionate green eyes, he moved his legs uncomfortably and turned his face to one side.

"Forget it, I won't ask, you let me go first."

Zhuang Jingchun laughed, took the photo in his hand and put it back under the pillow, still looking at him deeply and deeply.

"If you want me to let you go, shouldn't you say something nice too?"

Xu Xizhou's eyes narrowed slightly, and his competitive spirit surged up.

"Zhuang Jingchun, let me tell you, a racing driver's explosiveness is terrifying. I was useless just now, otherwise you would be overturned by me in minutes."

Zhuang Jingchun raised her eyebrows slightly, "Really? Then you come and try?"

Xu Xizhou gritted his teeth and grabbed his left arm violently. The other hand was about to grab his right hand when he suddenly thought that his arm was injured, and his movements froze.

"Are you throwing a hug?" Zhuang Jingchun laughed a little when she saw the boy slam into her arms because of his unsteady center of gravity.

"I think you are a sick patient, and I don't care about you." Xu Xizhou sat up from his arms and glanced at his right arm with some worry.

"How is your right hand now? Is it any better than before?"

Zhuang Jingchun also sat down beside him, her tone indifferent.

"The sutures were removed yesterday. The doctor said that the wounds have healed, and now they are the same as normal people."

"I don't believe it, let me see."

Xu Xizhou was about to take off his jacket as he spoke. Zhuang Jingchun was a little helpless, let him take off his coat and vest, and finally only a thin shirt was left on his body.

Zhuang Jingchun was injured on the upper part of his right arm, but he couldn't see it with his sleeves rolled up.

Xu Xizhou put his hand on his neckline and was about to unbutton his button when his cheeks suddenly flushed and he sat back.

"You should take off this dress yourself."

Zhuang Jingchun smiled and took off her shirt generously. After raising the injury for half a month, his skin is whiter than before, and his ivory-like skin is as delicate as a good Hetian jade.

Xu Xizhou looked at his slender upper body, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but when his eyes fell on his right arm, his face was filled with distress again.

"Why is your scar still so obvious..."

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the hideous scar on the back of Zhuang Jingchun's hand.

The scar was particularly unsightly on her white porcelain skin.

"If you touch it now, will it still hurt?"

Seeing Xu Xizhou's cautious look, Zhuang Jingchun's mouth twitched.

"It hurts a bit, but it's still tolerable."

Xu Xizhou nodded and helped him put on his shirt.

"Then don't look at it. Be careful of catching a cold. You quickly put on your clothes."

"It hurts even more when you say that..." Zhuang Jingchun lowered her eyes, looking a little distressed.

"Maybe it was a wound when I just grabbed the photo."

Xu Xizhou suddenly showed an extremely distressed expression, and both hands carefully held his right arm.

"Then what to do? Do you want to go to the hospital? I didn't mean it just now."

The corners of Zhuang Jingchun's mouth twitched slightly, "You don't need to go to the hospital. Just give it a kiss and you should be fine."

Xu Xizhou was stunned and looked up at him.

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhuang Jingchun still wanted to quibble, but the boy in front of him suddenly lowered his head and kissed his scar through the thin shirt.

In an instant, a burning and numb feeling spread from the arm to the heart.

The air was quiet except for the sound of the heart pounding hard against the chest, echoing in the eardrums.

"Are you okay now?" Xu Xizhou looked at him with a smile.

Zhuang Jingchun's Adam's apple moved, her left hand raised, and she was about to wrap her arms around his neck when the harsh ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang.

The ambiguous atmosphere was immediately broken.

Xu Xizhou gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone, picking it up without a good temper.

"Xiaozhou, are you still in City B? When are you coming to Wancheng?"

It was Yuan Mu's voice.

The last time I saw Yuan Mu was in London. He and Wang Miao came to his birthday party. If the other party hadn't taken him in, when he left the Lu family before, he almost had nowhere to go and could only live on the streets.

Speaking of which, he had to find a chance to formally thank him once.

"I just came to Wancheng today. How about we get together sometime and call your husband too."

Yuan Muzheng had this intention, "Okay, you can also call your boyfriend. Shall we go out to meet or not?"

Xu Xizhou blinked and suddenly thought of something.

"Why don't you come to my house? Didn't my grandfather buy me an apartment before? You must have never come to play in the CBD. The apartment is quite big and has everything, just right for parties."

"Okay, then it's settled, I just happened to visit your new home."

After hanging up, Xu Xizhou found that the air was a little silent.

"You don't plan to live in the garden for the next few days?" Zhuang Jingchun looked at him with a hurt expression.

"That apartment has never been lived in, and it's not a good idea to put it there." Xu Xizhou actually wanted to stay in the garden, but he couldn't bear the apartment that his grandfather bought him.

"Anyway, you have to stay for a few days before you can become popular. The housekeeper said that a lot of things will go bad if you don't use them all the time."

Zhuang Jingchun reluctantly hummed, and suddenly thought that Xu Xizhou had moved to a new house and should have a housewarming party.

"It's really not good without popularity, or... I'll live with you?"

Xu Xizhou's eyes lit up, "Okay, but it's a little far from your company, and it takes more than half an hour to drive."

"It's alright, stay for a few days and we should go to Europe. I remember correctly, the McLaren winter test is about to start, right?"

As soon as the winter test was mentioned, Xu Xizhou had an inexplicable feeling that he was about to start school after the holiday of his student days.

He rubbed his hair in distress and frowned, "I heard from the team manager that F1 racing and F2 are not the same concept at all, and many drivers will not adapt to it after entering. There are even people who are too stressed and quit the race."