Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 91 Misunderstanding

The people inside quickly opened the door, Ning Feiqin obviously didn't expect Qufu to stay up so late, he got out of bed too hastily, with a pillow in his hand, he opened his mouth slightly and looked at Qufu in surprise.

"It's late at night..." Qu Fu was halfway through the sentence, but suddenly he choked on the second half of the sentence. It's late at night, why don't you sleep?So what is he doing now?

Innocent and confused, this is all the information Ning Feiqin fed back to him.

"There is something I want to tell you." Qu Fu calmed down, took a deep breath and calmed down, then subconsciously grasped his pants with his fingers, "I..."

"Ahhh!" Not far from the corridor, Zhu Meng, who appeared at an unknown time, ended the conversation with a scream, "Ghost!"

"Hmm." Not only was the business interrupted, but Qufu, whose calf was also hit by the cup in Zhu Meng's hand, made a painful sound.

Qu Fu leaned against the door frame, grabbed the pillow in Ning Feiqin's hand and threw it forcefully on Zhu Meng's face, with a very bad tone: "Open your dog eyes to see clearly."

Zhu Meng, who was originally half-dream and half-awake, became extremely sober after experiencing the severe shock and the hidden weapon from the flying surface. He saw clearly whether the two people in front of him were human or not. Standing at the door without sleeping is scarier than ghosts."

"I can't scare you to death." Qufu said in a bad mood, and there were bursts of tingling pain from the injured leg bone, so that he could only stand on one foot.

The cup was cushioned by Qufu, so it was not broken, and lay on the ground intact, but when it fell down, the rim of the cup took a small bite, Zhu Meng picked up the murder weapon, inspected it carefully in his hand, and said happily: "Thank you. "

"You wait." Sooner or later, I will clean you up.

Ning Feiqin, who took the pillow from Zhu Meng, worried about Qufu's injury, and asked, "I have medicinal wine in my room, can you wipe it for you?"

"Okay." Qufu immediately answered.

Ning Feiqin supported him and walked into his room step by step. In order not to put all his weight on Ning Feiqin, Qu Fu endured the pain and walked in. Seen from behind, his posture was quite normal.

It doesn't look like a serious injury.Zhu Meng judged.

After that, is there nothing to do with him?Zhu Meng, holding a glass in one hand, was left at the door just like that, lost in thought alone.

After many days, Qu Fu once again sat on Ning Feiqin's bed. The last time they slept together was in a hotel.

It's just that before, there was nothing in his heart, but now he has a little more thought, and the eyes he looks at each other are no longer so pure.

Ning Feiqin found out the medicinal wine and asked, "Shall I help you?"

Just as Qu Fu was about to agree, his face changed and he refused righteously: "No, just give it to me, and I'll do it myself."

"Will it be inconvenient for you?" Ning Feiqin wanted to struggle for a while.

"Convenience." The exact, decisive word broke his hesitation.

"Okay." Ning Feiqin pursed his lips and handed the things over.

Qu Fu bent down, paused and instructed Ning Feiqin: "Turn around."

Ning Feiqin, who was refused to take the medicine and asked to turn around, was a little at a loss, walked to the other side of the bed silently, and sat down.

The mood is complicated, is he rejected?

After rolling up his trouser legs, he found a bruise on his calf. The medicinal wine that was opened gave off a pungent smell. Qufu's face was full of disgust, and he poured it on the palm of his hand indiscriminately on the wound. He was so distorted that he bit his lip so that he could not make a sound.

It was not good for Zhu Meng to hit anything but his leg. If it was his arm, Qufu would definitely not stop Ning Feiqin from helping him apply the medicine.

But it happened to be the legs, and the pile of pants was full of leg hair.

Who would let the person they like look at their leg hair?Isn't this detrimental to his image?

"Okay." Qu Fu covered the medicinal wine and held it in his hand.

Only then did Ning Feiqin turn around, the disappointment just now disappeared from his face, Qufu was inconvenient to move, he simply proposed: "Why don't you sleep here tonight? You don't have to run back and forth."

"No." Qufu refused decisively.

He smelled of medicine and alcohol all over his body, sleeping here, didn't he dirty Ning Feiqin's bed?

"Rest well, I'll take the medicine away." Qufu struggled to get up from the bed, Ning Feiqin supported his arm and dragged him up.

"I'll help you go back." Ning Feiqin was still worried.

"Stay away from me." Qu Fu disliked the medicinal wine so much, his hands were covered with medicinal wine, for fear that his hand would accidentally touch the other party.

The repeated refusals made Ning Feiqin stunned, not knowing what to say.

Qu Fu was stunned by the hurt eyes, and then he explained: "Don't think about it, I don't dislike you, I smell like medicine and wine now, don't rub it on you."

"It's okay." Are they still not familiar enough?Why are you so polite.

For the first time, Qu Fu didn't hold back Ning Feiqin, and was sent to the door. Qu Fu opened the door and said to Ning Feiqin: "It's all right here, you can go back to sleep."

Ning Feiqin sighed slightly, then glanced at him, and stopped insisting: "En."

Since Qufu doesn't want him to get in touch with his life too much, he should also be interested.

Blindly caring may be what the other party doesn't want.

When Qu Fu came in, the first thing he did was to close the door. Fortunately, Ning Feiqin didn't see it. Compared with the other party's room, his place is quite messy.

After returning to the room, he was the only one, and without any scruples, Qu Fu strode back to the bed in two or three steps. Although the bottle of medicinal wine in his hand smelled very bad, because it was taken out of Ning Feiqin's room Yes, Qufu placed it squarely on the bedside table.

Being interrupted by Zhu Meng like this, what I was going to do was thrown away somewhere, and what was left was the smell of medicine and wine all over the room and a wound on my leg.

Qufu's previous impulse was awakened by a broken glass, but it was not fruitless, at least he got back a bottle of unpleasant medicinal wine from the other party.

Rounding up, it will be done in no time.

After Qufu left, Ning Feiqin began to fall into confusion:

Judging from tonight's performance, Qufu is very disgusted with his touch.

Could it be that what he thought was wrong all along?