It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 109 Take him in

"Hi," she asked tentatively, "shall I take you home?"

As a result, the other party's resistance was unexpected, "I don't want it, I'd rather freeze to death outside than go home and watch him fool around with the women he brought back."

Qiao Yue was silent.

After saying that to the boy in front of him, he looked like a homeless stray dog.

She reached out her hand uncontrollably to stroke his lowered head, and an emotion took root in her heart.

To put it a little more emotionally, maybe it's the kind of empathy that people who are also in the end of the world have fallen into.

"My hand hurts." Shen Zheyi raised his head again, his face was ridiculously dirty.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Yue's eyelids twitched, "Which hand?"

"Left hand." The drunk obediently raised his left hand, not showing his usual bravado at all.

When Qiao Yue saw it, not only her eyelids twitched, but her heart also twitched.

Shen Zheyi raised his left hand, which was covered in blood.

She lifted her sleeves up, and a shocking wound was displayed in front of her. Even in such a cold weather, she could still see blood slowly oozing from the wound.

"Did you get hurt when you were fighting with someone just now?" Even Qiao Yue didn't notice, her tone was much gentler than usual.

Drunk people answer every question, "Hmm."

Qiao Yue still couldn't hold back, "Fool, get up and I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm not going to the hospital."

Also on the bar.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

Also repeated.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

The drunken teenager tirelessly repeated the same sentence.

Qiao Yue was silent for about 2 minutes, finally lowered her head to make a decision, and then sighed softly.

"Then get up and go to my house first."

Shen Zheyi seemed happy, "Okay."

Qiao Yue looked at him with a complicated face, not knowing whether he was really drunk or fake.

Bitter meat is still pretty good.

Qiao Yue found the key from the bag and opened the door, then helped the drunkard next to him to enter.

An alcoholic is an alcoholic.

With a point of support, she put all her own weight down, and Qiao Yue helped him onto the sofa with difficulty, then turned around and closed the door tightly.

Turning around, she saw someone who was slumped on her sofa, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the injury on her hand.

Moreover, her brown-red sofa with short legs couldn't bear the other party's long legs.

Even she felt wronged for those legs.

But that was only for a moment.

Qiao Yue found the medicine box she had prepared earlier. She wanted to keep it in case of emergencies, but now it seems that it is cheaper for someone.

Considering that she didn't know how long and deep the wound on Shen Zheyi's arm was, she thought about it, and then stepped forward to take off his coat.

Probably too close, the feeling of the boy's breathing right next to her ear, she is not used to it.

Shen Zheyi was wearing a white sweater, and the left sleeve was already stained with blood, even sticking to the wound with the bottoming shirt. Qiao Yue hesitated for a moment, then took the scissors, and connected his sweater with the bottoming, cut.

Once the scissors were cut down, she could see the other person's wound clearly. It looked about 10 centimeters long, not too deep, but because there was too much blood and it hadn't been treated, it looked even more shocking than before.

Qiao Yue went to fetch a basin of hot water, took a new towel, wet it, wrung it dry, and then gently wiped the edge of the wound.

In the end, probably because she couldn't stand it anymore, after Qiao Yue washed a towel, she even wiped his face.

Then he put down the towel in his hand.

(End of this chapter)