Acting Like a Cannon Fodder is the Best Life

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The wound was actually not serious, but the bruises looked terrifying.

Ji Juechuan pursed his lips, afraid that Yan Yan would be worried, so he made an excuse: "I accidentally knocked on it."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yan struggled to get off of him, and went to pull his other hand to watch.

As expected, the knuckles on the other hand were also injured, and it was clear that what Ji Juechuan just said was a lie.

Yan Yan was unhappy that Ji Juechuan had tricked him into fooling him, he raised his head, and looked at Ji Juechuan with black and white eyes: "Did you go to fight?"

Ji Juechuan was silent for a while. To be precise, he was not fighting, but hitting someone.

But facing Yan Yan's eyes, he didn't dare to say that, so he could only nod his head lightly.

Originally, in order not to worry Yan Yan, he planned to stay in another hotel for one night today, and then come to see Yan Yan after his injury recovered, but he couldn't hold back and came back.

He couldn't get so close to Yan Yan and still resisted seeing him.

So now under Yan Yan's eyes, he looks like a child who has done something wrong, with his eyes downcast and silent.

Yan Yan opened his eyes in disbelief after seeing Ji Juechuan admit it.

In his impression, Ji Juechuan has always been a mature and steady person. He seems to always have a calmness and self-control in his heart, which has nothing to do with impulsiveness, let alone fighting.

Those good-looking hands should be holding a pen to sign the paper, instead of hitting someone else and making such a terrible wound.

Seeing that Yan Yan was silent, Ji Juechuan could only take the initiative to speak: "I have asked someone to buy the medicine, and it will be fine after applying it."

Yan Yan noticed the medicine on the table, pulled Ji Juechuan to sit down beside the bed, and held his hand to help him apply the medicine.

The wound on the hand was bruised and purple, and a layer of white ointment was carefully applied.

Ji Juechuan looked down at Yan Yan who was seriously applying the medicine, from his slightly drooping long eyelashes, to his lightly pursed lips, to his slender and fair neck.

He felt a little itchy, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but he was afraid that the medicine in his hand would stain the inkstone, so he could only hold it back.

After applying the medicine, Yan Yan took a closer look at Ji Juechuan's face to make sure there was no wound on his face before putting away the medicine.

After he put the medicine away, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you injured?"

He thought that it was impossible for Ji Juechuan to only have injuries on his hands after the fight. Maybe it was because he was protecting his face, so the injuries were not on his face, but on his body.

Ji Juechuan pulled the corner of his lower lip, "No."

How could such a trash like Shen Yue hurt him.

"Oh." Yan Yan didn't talk to him anymore.

Ji Juechuan had already taken a shower before Yan Yan came back. He sat by the bed and watched Yan Yan take his clothes and walk into the bathroom, and closed the door gently.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, his eyebrows twitched, and there was a trace of anxiety in his heart.

Yan Yan doesn't seem very happy?