บท 8: [8]
"Sit down."
Jiang Weicheng nodded and sat down on the bed. There was no one in the infirmary room and the nurse wasn't there either. Song Shui grabbed some gauze and medicine before making his way to where Jiang Weicheng was sitting.
Song Shu frowned, "Your wrist is broken. I need to snap it back in place but you still need to visit the hospital after."
Jiang Weicheng nodded.
Since Song Shui was often involved with fights, he was an expert in this. He grabbed Jiang Weicheng's fragile wrist and snap it back. Song Shui anxiously looked Jiang Weicheng, wondering if Jiang Weicheng would cry.
Jiang Weicheng didn't. He was rather calm. Song Shui was confused.
"Did it not hurt?"
"No, it didn't. I'll go to the hospital after school." Jiang Weicheng responded.
Song Shui accepted his answer and replied back, "So, are you the new transfer student everyone is talking about?"
"En."
Song Shui grinned, "Everyone thinks you are a girl. I can't wait to see everyone's shocked faces."
Song Shui then wrapped the gauze around Jiang Weicheng's wrist tightly.
'His hands are so soft...' Song Shui thought.
Jiang Weicheng glanced down at his hand which was being held by Song Shui. Judging by the fact that Song Shui had a silly look on his face, he concluded that Song Shui forgot he was holding his hands.
Gazing at Song Shui's much bigger hand, Jiang Weicheng felt a little warmth in his heart. This was the first time making contact with another human being in a long time.
He did not feel uncomfortable. He actually like it. Just as Jiang Weicheng thought this, Song Shui suddenly snatched back his hands.
"Sorry, I was distracted."
"It's fine." Jiang Weicheng replied calmly but he was staring at his empty hands with a slight frown that even he was not aware of.
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