The car did not reach the entrance of the community and stopped on the side of the road.

The two got out of the car.

Duan Jiaxu stretched his body, gently rolled his neck, and reached out to rub his shoulders. He entered a nearby drugstore and randomly picked up some bruise treatment medicine from the shelf.

Sang Yan slowly followed behind, leaning against the door and waiting. His face usually showed no expression, but at this time, because he was in a bad mood, his eyes were colder, and he was wearing black clothes, which made him look a little scary.

The clerk at the front desk couldn't help but glance in his direction twice.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu took the medicine and went to the front desk to pay.

The clerk scanned the barcode and looked up at Duan Jiaxu's broken lip corners and the purple marks on his face. She frowned, lowered her voice and asked, "Do I want to call the police for you?"

Sang Yan obviously heard it, and his eyes immediately glanced over, a bit sinister.

Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu was stunned for a moment. He wanted to laugh a little, but was afraid of hurting his wounds. He paid with his mobile phone and said gently: "No, thank you."

Sang Yan left the store first. She turned around, glanced at his face, and mocked: "This injury will probably be healed before we get to the police station."

"..." Duan Jiaxu didn't argue with him and pointed to the community not far away, "Over there."

The two returned to Duan Jiaxu's residence.

He lives alone, and except for Sang Zhi, almost no one else comes into the house. The shoes on the shoe rack are very simple, only a few pairs of his shoes and a pair of indoor slippers.

Most of the colors are darker, so Sang Zhi's pink slippers are particularly conspicuous among them.

Sang Yan glanced at it and sneered.

"..."

Duan Jiaxu had no intention of taking care of him and said lazily: "Just go barefoot."

Treating this place as her own home, Sang Yan walked towards the refrigerator as soon as she entered the door and took a bottle of Coke from it. Her eyes turned around a few times on the snacks in the refrigerator and quickly closed them.

Sang Yan returned to the living room.

Duan Jiaxu had already come out of the room, holding a change of clothes in his hand. Noticing what was in his hand, he raised his eyebrows slightly and reminded quietly: "That's it."

Sang Yan: "?"

"The snacks and drinks in the refrigerator, as well as the things in this cabinet," Duan Jiaxu said slowly and politely, "I hope you try not to touch them."

Sang Yan didn't even raise his eyelids and said casually: "Is there gold in your coke?"

"Not really," Duan Jiaxu smiled, "It's just my girlfriend's."

"..."

This change in identity made Sang Yan feel particularly uncomfortable and awkward.

He glanced at Duan Jiaxu coolly and didn't bother to answer.

Duan Jiaxu entered the bathroom. He took off his clothes and looked at his current appearance in front of the mirror. The corner of his lip was broken, the corner of his left eye was swollen, and the bruise on his cheek had a few streaks of blood.

Several areas on my body were also purple, and my whole body hurt.

I don’t know if it will be lighter tomorrow.

Thinking of Jiang Ying throwing a glass of water at her earlier, Sang Zhi could even cry. This time she looked much more embarrassed than last time, and she didn't know how she would react tomorrow.

Duan Jiaxu sighed, turned on the shower, and raised the temperature of the water to slightly relieve the pain on his body. He always bathed very quickly, but this time because of injuries on his body, it took a little longer to rinse.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, Sang Yan had already finished playing a game and was holding the remote control to change the channel on the TV.

There are several unpacked snacks on the coffee table.

Sang Yan leaned over to take a bag and threw a potato chip into his mouth.

Duan Jiaxu glanced lightly and said nothing. He took out the medicine from the bag, applied it to the wound, and said casually: "When will you return to Nanwu?"

Sang Yan: "Not so fast."

Noticing Duan Jiaxu's behavior, he asked again: "Is this injury necessary?"

"..." Duan Jiaxu said amusedly, "It really hurts."

"Except for the first one," Sang Yan leaned on the back of the sofa and said in a very unscrupulous tone, "Where did I use force after that? It's like scratching an itch. I'm trying to relax your muscles and straighten your bones."

Duan Jiaxu said nothing, opened his clothes, and sprayed medicine on his abdomen.

"When that kid sees it tomorrow, he'll probably say that I bullied you." Sang Yan yawned and said in a sleepy tone, "Come on, I'm a fair person and I'll give you a punch."

Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows and said quietly: "Forget it, I've never hit anyone before, so I can't."

Sang Yan: "I'll fight you as long as I'm told. Why bother?"

After three seconds of silence, Duan Jiaxu put down the medicine in his hand, tilted his head and said cooperatively: "Then stand up. It's not easy to fight while sitting."

"..."

There had been a truce.

But the trouble was inexplicably provoked again, and this time it was Sang Yan who took the initiative to ask for a beating. But he didn't seem to take it seriously, and his voice was extremely contemptuous: "Quick fight, quick decision."

Duan Jiaxu smiled: "I really don't know how."

I just got angry, and it was really not a serious move. Thinking this was indeed a bit much, Sang Yan pointed to his face impatiently: "Make a fist, hit here -"

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Jiaxu had already taken action and punched him where he said he was.

"..."

Sang Yan tilted his head, took a step back, and bumped into the shoe cabinet. He felt that half of his face was numb, and his teeth bumped against his lips, which stung. He pulled the corners of his mouth, laughed angrily, and said nothing.

He just gave him a thumbs up.

Things turned out inexplicably.

The two of them sat on the sofa together and applied medicine.

"I still regret it a bit," Duan Jiaxu sprayed the medicine on the back of his hand and said slowly, "My hand still hurts after the beating."

Sanyan put a hot towel on her face and said expressionlessly: "You are strong enough."

Duan Jiaxu chuckled: "I really don't know how."

"roll."

Duan Jiaxu's cell phone kept ringing.

Guessing that it was Sang Zhi who was sending him a message, Duan Jiaxu quickly finished taking the medicine, then took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and picked up his phone to reply.

Sang Yan felt annoyed when he heard this: "Can you turn off the sound?"

Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes and said leisurely: "No."

"..."

"Looking at it," Duan Jiaxu said thoughtfully, with slightly curved eyes, "your phone is quite quiet."

"..."

"Okay," Duan Jiaxu noticed the time and stood up without further fussing with him, "I have to go to work tomorrow, you can figure it out by yourself, I'm going to bed."

"Wait a minute," Sang Yan said, "I'll borrow some underwear to wear."

"..."

"What's wrong? I'll pay you back after wearing it for a few days. Also," Sang Yan's feet were resting on the sofa, with no way to sit, "Where should I sleep tonight? You can't let me, a guest, sleep on the sofa, right?"

A moment of silence.

Not long after, Duan Jiaxu bent down and tapped his chest with his fingertips. His peach-blossom eyes were full of affection and he smiled, and his voice was drawn out, sounding too ambiguous: "Sorry, I don't sleep with men."

"..." Sang Yan said, "Can you please stop disgusting me?"

Duan Jiaxu opened the cabinet and took out a new set of toiletries. He also took a set of clothes from the room and threw them in front of Sang Yan: "I'm going to bed. The living room is yours."

"..."

He took two steps toward the room and then stepped back: "I don't mean to disrespect you, brother, I was beaten badly by you today and I need to take a rest."

Sang Yan: "Go away."

After thinking about it, Duan Jiaxu added nonchalantly: "I will lock the door."

"..."

After finishing the video with Liping, Sang Zhi took a shower and went back to bed. She kept sending messages to Duan Jiaxu. She tried sending one to Sang Yan, but she quickly gave up after realizing that he hadn't removed her from the blacklist yet.

.

Duan Jiaxu was slow to reply to messages.

Thinking that they should have something to say, Sang Zhi didn't bother him all the time.

Sang Zhi played with her phone for a while, thought about it, and then sent a video call to Duan Jiaxu.

He didn't answer.

A message was quickly sent: [No clothes on.]

Sang Zhi: "..."
To be continued...