After the second course, Ma Xiaoquan and Qing'er said goodbye to everyone.
"Brother Quan, go to my house and bandage it!"
Ma Xiaoquan covered his arms and hesitated for a moment whether to go or not.
"Let's go, Brother Quan, I won't eat you, your arm is broken, you have to take care of it!"
Ma Xiaoquan thought about it too. After all, he had been to Qing'er's house once, so he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
...
When he came to Qing'er's house again, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't help but feel a little cautious. Although Qing'er's parents were not here, it was unnatural for Ma Xiaoquan to have a man and a woman living together in the same room.
Qing'er asked Ma Xiaoquan to sit on the sofa, while she went to the medicine cabinet to get bandages and gauze.
Ma Xiaoquan sat on the sofa, his eyes wandering, looking back and forth at the furnishings of Qing'er's house.
At this moment, Qing'er was hunched over looking through the medicine cabinet, her buttocks facing Ma Xiaoquan.
As Ma Xiaoquan watched, his eyes naturally moved to Qing'er's buttocks.
"Where are you looking?" When Qing'er turned around, she found Ma Xiaoquan's eyes were blank, and she immediately understood.
"Ahem!" Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his eyes, "No, I didn't see anything. There's something stuck in my eye. Rub it, hehe!"
Qing'er stepped forward, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't move around, there's a wound on your arm! Come on, stretch out your arm!"
Ma Xiaoquan obediently stretched out his arm and let Qing'er wrap the bandage round and round...
"Okay! It's done!" Qing'er clapped her little hands, very satisfied with her masterpiece.
"Thank you, Qing'er!"
Qing'er nodded and stood up to clean up the broken pieces.
"By the way, Brother Quan? Does your head still hurt?"
As soon as Qing'er said this, Ma Xiaoquan hesitated.
Should I tell Qing'er about the injury on my head? What if Qing'er doesn't believe me?
The best way to convince Qing'er is to remove the gauze on your head and show it to Qing'er.
But why did the injury on the head disappear out of thin air, leaving no scar at all? What happened?
Qing'er said that the woman had given herself an injection. What was that injection? Could it be a miracle healing medicine?
Ma Xiaoquan hesitated and fell into deep thought.
"Brother Quan, Brother Quan?" Qing'er stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of Ma Xiaoquan's eyes.
"Brother Quan~~~" Qing'er shouted, bringing Ma Xiaoquan back to reality.
Ma Xiaoquan looked at Qing'er, frowned and said nothing.
Qing'er thought that she shouted loudly and caused the pain on Ma Xiaoquan's head. She quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry, Brother Quan, does the wound on Ma Xiaoquan's head hurt..."
"Hmm!!" Ma Xiaoquan breathed out and asked Qing'er: "Qing'er, I have something to tell you. You must first promise me not to tell anyone. I'm not sure about this either, so
, before I figure it out completely, I hope that only the two of us know about this matter!"
Ma Xiaoquan's sudden words made Qing'er very confused. Qing'er originally thought that Ma Xiaoquan was joking with her, but looking at his serious expression, it didn't look like it, so Qing'er nodded subconsciously.
"Okay!" Ma Xiaoquan saw Qinger nodded and continued, "Do me a favor and remove the gauze on your head."
"Huh?" Qing'er became timid when she heard that Ma Xiaoquan wanted to remove the gauze on her head, and quickly shook her head, "Brother Quan, you have an injury on your head, how can you remove the gauze? No, I don't want it!"
"Just do as I say!" Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Qing'er and added, "You have already promised me, don't go back on it!"
"Ah? Oh~~~Oh~" Qing'er was reluctant, but because she had just agreed to Ma Xiaoquan, she carefully removed the gauze on Ma Xiaoquan's head bit by bit.
"Does it hurt? Brother Quan~" Qing'er asked while removing the gauze.
Ma Xiaoquan secretly laughed in his heart, how could there be any injury on his head? If his mother hadn't lied to his father by telling him to wrap it first, Ma Xiaoquan would have been unwilling to wrap several rounds of gauze on his head.
Qing'er didn't know about it, and Ma Xiaoquan didn't say anything. Therefore, Qing'er still asked questions while taking it apart, for fear that she might accidentally touch Ma Xiaoquan's wound.
After a while, the gauze was removed.
"It hurts~~~" Ma Xiaoquan suddenly shouted, startling Qing'er.
Qing'er gasped and looked at Ma Xiaoquan with some confusion: "Brother Quan, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it!"
In fact, Ma Xiaoquan just wanted to scare Qing'er and make a joke with Qing'er. When he saw Qing'er's anxious look, he hurriedly scratched his head and comforted Qing'er.
But Ma Xiaoquan didn't realize that the place he was scratching at this moment happened to be the injured area.
Qing'er saw Ma Xiaoquan scratching the injured area on his head with his hand, making a slight "rustling" sound, and stopped talking, looking straight at Ma Xiaoquan.
"What's wrong?" Ma Xiaoquan still didn't realize it, still scratching his head with his hand.
Qing'er stepped forward, grabbed Ma Xiaoquan's ears with both hands, and pulled him forward.
"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts~" This time Ma Xiaoquan didn't pretend, Qing'er's little hands got such strength from nowhere and pulled Ma Xiaoquan's ears until it hurt.
"Pa~~" There was a crisp sound, and Qing'er slapped Ma Xiaoquan hard on the head.
"Just lie to me, I'm angry, huh~~" Qing'er said, folding her arms on her chest and turning her head away.
Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his ears and said with a smile: "Qing'er, I just saw how cautious you were, so I thought of making a joke with you. Don't be angry. Don't be angry. I'll compensate you~"
Ma Xiaoquan pulled Qing'er's clothes and tried to please Qing'er to apologize.
Qing'er ignored Ma Xiaoquan's flattery and kept saying "hum" from time to time.
Suddenly, Qing'er said "Ah", then turned around and looked at Ma Xiaoquan in disbelief.
"What's wrong?" Ma Xiaoquan was confused this time. He just hummed and ignored him, but now he suddenly turned around and looked at himself like a rare animal.
Qing'er pointed at Ma Xiaoquan's head and was very surprised: "Quan~~Brother Quan, your head, where is the injury on your head?"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and replied: "Yeah~ This is what I just wanted to tell you!"
"How is that possible?" Qing'er still felt unbelievable. She stepped forward and held Ma Xiaoquan's head, touched it up and down, and looked at it several times.
"How is it possible that when you were injured, I did it for you?"
"What did you use?"
When Qing'er heard this, she pointed to her chest in embarrassment and said: "At that time, I saw blood on your head and the wound was clearly visible, so I hurriedly pulled out the sponge from my bra and put it on you.
Already..."
"This..." Ma Xiaoquan was speechless.
The atmosphere became awkward.
"Brother Quan?" Qing'er was the first to break the embarrassment.
"Um!"
"If that's the case, then the injury on your arm might get better soon!"
"Oh?" Ma Xiaoquan raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say this?"
Qing'er blinked her big eyes, revealing a hint of curiosity: "What do you think, yesterday, the injury on your head was quite serious, and it will heal, and there is not even a scar. Today, your arm was just scratched by glass shards."
After a few cuts, the recovery will definitely be faster!”
What Qing'er said made Ma Xiaoquan feel that it was reasonable, but Ma Xiaoquan felt that the wound on his arm was still painful and showed no signs of recovery.
"No matter, let's take a look first and then talk!" Qing'er shouted and rushed towards Ma Xiaoquan before Ma Xiaoquan could react.
"What are you doing?"
"Look at the wound on your arm!"
"No, it's not healed yet, I still feel pain...ah~~~~" Before Ma Xiaoquan could finish speaking, Qing'er was already tearing the gauze on Ma Xiaoquan's arm like crazy.
The gauze was pulled halfway, and blood was already seeping out.
"Huh?" Qing'er saw blood stains and stopped tearing.
"Hey, hey, please re-wrap it for me. I can't see why you are so barbaric!"
...
Qing'er's tossing really made Ma Xiaoquan feel pain. After Qing'er bandaged his arm again, Ma Xiaoquan didn't dare to stay for a moment longer, for fear that Qing'er would come up with some weird ideas later.
"Qing'er, I'm going back first!" After Ma Xiaoquan finished speaking, he stood up and left Qing'er's house before Qing'er could respond to him.
Not long after I left, Qing'er's phone call came.
"Brother Quan, I think you are overthinking it. The injury on your head must have been fixed by the injection that sister gave you yesterday!"
Ma Xiaoquan looked up at the street lights. It was already very late at night, and somehow the street lights didn't feel bright enough. Ma Xiaoquan sighed and said, "Maybe!"
...
On a tree not far from Ma Xiaoquan, a woman stood upright. Suddenly, the woman took two steps forward.
You must know that the woman walked out of thin air in these two steps. There was no other object in front of the tree, only air!
The woman looked at Ma Xiaoquan's back thoughtfully and said to herself: "How did the injury on your head heal so quickly?"
The next evening, Qing'er invited Ma Xiaoquan to visit her home, and Ma Xiaoquan agreed.
The third time he came to Qing'er's house, Ma Xiaoquan felt less embarrassed than the first two times. First, it was the third time he came to Qing'er's house. Second, Qing'er also invited Zhang Lin and his group. Ma Xiaoquan
Naturally, you won’t be too nervous.
Qing'er is very hospitable, but very principled. She separates men and women. The women drink drinks, and the men get a glass of boiled water each.
Zhang Lin held the water cup and looked at Qing'er helplessly, saying, "Sister-in-law Quan, that's all you are. We guys only need one cup of boiled water each!"
Qing'er pursed her lips, laughed, and said: "From now on, I, Han Qing, am Brother Quan's girlfriend. Brother Quan doesn't drink, and you guys are not allowed to drink in front of me. Do you hear me?"
"Ah? Brother Quan doesn't drink?"
Ma Xiaoquan blushed and didn't know what to say. After all, there were only a few people who knew that Ma Xiaoquan didn't drink. Qing'er was one of them.