[BL, MTL] Crooked? Here Comes the Warmth! (Quick Wear)

Chapter 357: What Should I Do If My Brother Always Likes to Cling To Me (19)

　　Chi Baian threw the phone aside.

　　Thinking of Uncle Song's words, I felt that the possibility of Song Zhiyi sneaking in suddenly in the middle of the night was almost more than 50%.

　　So Chi Baian walked to the door and locked it.

　　After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the closet, packed a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

　　There are not many clothes in the wardrobe, only a few sets that Chi Baian packed up in a hurry today.

　　Song Zhiyi, who lived next door, had to wait for a long time before he caught the words "The other party is typing..." at the top of the dialog box.

　　Song Zhiyi fully expected his brother to reply to his message, but he didn't wait for a long time.

　　He has sent several messages...

　　I miss my wife so much...

　　Song Zhiyi looked at the closet with a gloomy expression and stopped at it.

　　My wife seems to have a lot of clothes left in the closet.

　　Includes intimate clothing.

　　The young man's expression darkened, and he walked to the closet and pulled out the cabinet under the closet door for storing underwear.

　　After a while, there was an extra "hill" on the bed.

　　the other side.

　　Chi Baian took a comfortable bath, dried her hair and lay comfortably on the bed.

　　When he picked up the phone, he realized that after he ignored the two messages from Song Zhiyi, the other party didn't send him any other messages.

　　Somehow, Chi Bai'an began to think of the scars he saw on Zhiyi's body again today.

　　I don't know how it is now, whether it hurts so much that I can't sleep at night.

　　Zhiyi also knew where the medicine box was. Would he take the medicine box and take the initiative to give himself medicine?

　　Chi Bai'an was a little distracted thinking about it. He put his phone aside and suddenly felt a little thirsty.

　　When the door was opened, there was only a faint light left in the living room. Uncle Song and the others should have gone back to the room, and Zhiyi should not have come out either.

　　Chi Baian walked to the kitchen on the first floor and drank a glass of warm water. Only then did he feel that his throat was much more comfortable. The warm water relieved the dryness of his throat.

　　When passing by the living room, Chi Bai'an glanced at the cabinet under the TV.

　　When he saw that the medical kit was still there, his handsome brows wrinkled slightly.

　　Didn't Zhiyi give himself medicine?

　　Those scars are so deep and heavy...if I don't apply medicine, they will be more serious tomorrow, right?

　　After standing there and thinking again and again, Chi Baian finally walked to the TV cabinet, bent down and pulled the medicine box out of the cabinet.

　　After picking some medicine that was useful for Song Zhiyi's injuries, he quietly went upstairs.

　　The young man put all the medicine on the ground at the door of Song Zhiyi's room.