Not long after, Shang Muxiao chased him to the door. Seeing that the person had disappeared, he cursed reluctantly and slammed the door shut.

There are only the two of us left in the room. Although I still can't recover and my heart is still beating wildly, it is more difficult for me to understand why Shang Muxiao appeared by such a coincidence than something as clear as He Weizhou and Mucan. in my home.

"what happened?"

"Why did you come?"

We both spoke at the same time, and at the same time froze.

Nearly molested by someone who considers himself a friend. This is a bit hard for me to talk about, and more importantly, it's frustrating, especially in front of Shang Muxiao.

Shang Muxiao was still breathing a little. Seeing that I didn't answer, he copied his hair with an ugly face, leaned against the door, stared at the water marks on my pants and said again, "Do you like him?"

I don't even know how he jumped from the thinking in the last sentence to the fact that I like He Weizhou.

"what?"

"What were you doing before I came in?"

He was completely questioning, giving me the illusion that I was being interrogated by the police at this time.

I answered patiently, "I accidentally overturned the tea and burned my leg. He said he would help me deal with it..."

"So you let him deal with it?" he asked loudly, taking two steps towards me.

The brain is like a beehive that has been punctured, and a large number of bees rush out in an instant, and each one is buzzing.

"Otherwise? Can I refuse? He suddenly said that he likes me, the way I look in a wheelchair, the beauty of being incomplete, and touching my legs like a pervert. I can't even go to the living room to answer the phone, you What do you want me to do? Stand up and fight him?"

He raised the volume and so did I. It seemed to be a curse between the two of us, and every time we communicated, we couldn't calm down and speak.

Shang Muxiao was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You shouldn't let him in."

If I could, I wish I could stand up and fight him. Violence isn't going to fix anything, but violence can keep this little bastard shut up.

"Yes, I don't know people well, and you're right." I was so angry that I didn't even want to know why he appeared in my house, I just wanted him to get out of here, "Is there anything else? If you have nothing to do, please leave. ."

He didn't speak for a while, just stared straight at me, as if this was not my home, but his home, and my request was rude.

Looking at me for a moment, he lowered his eyes, swept across my exposed calf, and said, "Your skin is very red."

I looked down, and the pale skin on my legs was scalded bright red. If I felt pain, it must be burning hot right now.

Shang Muxiao came to me, squatted down halfway, and reached out to push my pants up.

It's a bit hypocritical to cover up now, but I don't know what he's going to do, so I can only hold down his hand to prevent him from moving.

He didn't move, but didn't withdraw his hand.

"What? Can others touch me or not?" he said coldly.

I was taken aback for a moment, and my hands unwittingly loosened a little. He simply took my hand away and rolled the pant legs completely above the knee.

Seeing the injury on my knee, he frowned and tutted lightly, stood up, and pushed me to the bathroom involuntarily.

I watched him take off the shower and started to adjust the water temperature, knowing that he was going to cool down my wound, and reiterated: "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle it myself, let's go."

He turned a deaf ear, squatted down in front of me again, held my ankle and lifted it gently, pouring cold water on the scalded area.

Although it is spring now, the temperature is still very low. It may be because he ran from home. He only wore a short-sleeved white T, which made me feel cold.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of water, and Shang Muxiao's eyelashes were long and thick. From my point of view, it was amazing. Yu Xixi is right, it is indeed a pity that he does not enter the entertainment industry.

"Pull the trouser legs up with your hands, or you will get water."

I stared at his eyelashes, not moving.

Shang Muxiao looked at me suspiciously, I quietly looked away, and followed his instructions, grabbing the trouser legs and keeping them away from my knees.

Under the white light in the bathroom, the already pale legs appeared even whiter, almost blending in with the white tiles on the floor. His hands were already wide, and he easily encircled my ankles. The contrast between the dark and the light skin was very striking, which was especially visually striking.

After hiding for so long, he finally met Shang Muxiao under such circumstances. If I knew now, why did I bother to even turn on the lights in the first place?

Facts have proved that some hurdles are only discovered at the moment when they crossed over. They were not heart-wrenching, nor humiliating or humiliating. Some were just calm and relieved, like a fast and accurate desensitization therapy.

"How did you come here?" As the water continued to wash away the wound, my anger, along with those irrational emotions, seemed to be extinguished little by little. I began to pick up the theme again, wondering why Shang Muxiao appeared.

Shang Muxiao moved the shower carefully to ensure that all the reddish areas could be drenched with water.

"I was going to call to tell you the bank card number, but you couldn't get through. I saw that the lights in your house were on. Anyway, there was a teacher and student fight, and you still owed me 200,000 yuan, so I wanted to come and take a look."

At first glance, his words seemed to be fine, but after thinking about it carefully, there were loopholes everywhere.

Generally, you need to check if someone else has an accident. At least knock on the door first. If there is no response to the knock on the door, you will use other methods to break the door, right? And what if I don't answer the phone because I'm in the shower?

He didn't tell the truth. I have such a guess in my heart, but what is the truth, I really can't figure out what it is.

I didn't pursue further questions, and ostensibly believed his words.

"Why haven't you changed your password yet?" Shang Muxiao suddenly asked.

I recovered from my complicated thoughts and said, "I forgot."

The shower swayed uncontrollably, and after a while, Shang Muxiao said firmly, "Oh."