APCF -Chapter 15 (1)

Qi Xingchen stared at the chat interface for a short period, before reluctantly grabbing his jacket to put on and pulling the door open.

Bo Ye was standing right outside his door with a bag in hand. The spring nighttime wind was somewhat strong in Denmark; Qi Xingchen could feel traces of a slight chill remaining on his figure.

Qi Xingchen hid his phone behind his back. Then, using his body to block the gap in the door, he asked lazily: “Is something the matter?”

Bo Ye replied: “Is it convenient to let me in?”

What this person said was an interrogative sentence, yet his tone was that of an affirmative sentence. Even if he said it was not convenient, would it be effective?

“……Come in ba.” Qi Xingchen resignedly took a step back, only hoping for the other to finish asking his questions earlier, and end this earlier.

Bo Ye stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. Qi Xingchen was baffled — If you want to ask, just ask, what are you locking the door for?

A shadow immediately shrouded him. Bo Ye walked up to him and said softly: “Stretch out your hand.”

Qi Xingchen had an ominous feeling, “Stretch out my hand? Stretch out what hand?”

“The left hand,” Bo Ye paused, “The one you wounded.”

“……” Qi Xingchen fell silent.

Before the burglar managed to escape, he had shoved him with the hand holding onto the knife. He extended his arm to block it and accidentally got slashed by the knife tip, receiving a gash.

However, he did not wish to let others see his wound. He did not have that habit of doing so since young.

Acrobatics was an art full of hardships and pain; learning the basics was easy, but becoming proficient in it was onerous. While practising, impact injuries from falls or being hit by props happened all the time.

The first day he joined the acrobatics troupe, the leader told him right off the bat: “If you wish to become the top dog, you must then be able to endure all the trials and tribulations that come with it. All of us here are allowed to cry, just don’t come to me crying, go cry by yourself. I won’t listen.”

Therefore, since then, he never disturbed anyone else unless he had such a serious fever to the point of losing consciousness.

Since the other party had already found out, he did not intend to continue hiding. Qi Xingchen licked his lips before trying to brush it off: “It’s fine.”

Bo Ye’s tone left no room for argument: “Stretch out your hand.”

“It’s really fine.”

“……Why are you so hard-mouthed?” Bo Ye sighed internally and softened his voice, “Stretch out your hand, Xingxing.”

Stretch out your hand, Xingxing.
This was the first time Bo Ye had called him by his nickname. With his low and magnetic voice saying it aloud in such a soft tone, it was as if a feather fell gently on his heart, tickling it till it was tingling and itchy.

As if Qi Xingchen was possessed, he stretched out his forearm.

Bo Ye smoothly pulled his wrist closer and pushed up the sleeve of his jacket. On his little fan’s snow-white and slim wrist, was a red scratch that hideously snaked upwards.

The wound was not deep, but it was long. The owner of the cut likely had dealt with it by rinsing it; it did not scab, nor was it oozing blood.

“Sit.” Bo Ye pointed to the bedside.

Qi Xingchen sat down as if he was possessed again and looked at Bo Ye taking out antiseptic and gauze.

He vaguely remembered that the programme team did not seem to have prepared any pharmaceutical products, hence while he curiously rummaged through the bag, he asked: “Where were these from?”

Bo Ye: “Got them from a neighbour.”

“Which family…… Is this a shopping receipt?”

“……” Bo Ye stopped talking.

If you bought it just say you bought it, you even went as far as to lie about it. Qi Xingchen now knew the source of the chill that remained on Bo Ye and stuffed the receipt back in. Not daring to lift his gaze, his line of sight drifted around, and finally landed on the arm that Bo Ye was helping to bandage for him.

After watching attentively for some time, he discovered something incredible — Bo Ye unexpectedly did not know how to bandage a wound!

That’s right, the impressive top-traffic celebrity, the owner of 80 million followers on Weibo, Bo Ye, the Great Emperor Bo, did not know how to bandage a wound!!!

There were three layers and another three layers of gauze, wrapping his arm into a mummy!!!

Qi Xingchen’s lips curled upwards as he stifled the desire to burst out laughing using great effort. Bo Ye seemed to have sensed something; maintaining his position of bandaging with his head bowed, his eyelids raised when he glanced indifferently at him.

Bo Ye had hooded and thin eyelids, with the tails of his eyes raising upwards slightly. The shape of his eye was extremely alluring when he looked at people from this angle, bringing a subtle sense of “blame”.

Qi Xingchen swiftly lowered his head, reaching his hand out to rub at his own ears.

Thus, Bo “mummy-production-worker” Ye finally stopped his warning look, tied a dead knot with the gauze, satisfactorily completing today’s work.

His concluding speech: “It’s too late into the night now, there probably aren’t any more doctors at the hospital. Get up earlier tomorrow to get a tetanus shot.”

“……No need, it’s only a simple scratch.”

Bo Ye scoffed.

Hence Qi Xingchen rapidly changed his tune: “Okay.”

Bo Ye looked at the time displayed on his wristwatch. It was 1 am, he had ought to take his leave already. Just before stepping out of the door, he paused in his tracks, “Why are your ears so red? You’re not having a fever, right?”

“……No! I- I……was born with red ears, just like a monkey!”

…

That night Qi Xingchen went to sleep very depressedly. He did not understand why his IQ would suddenly go offline; he was doing nicely as a human, but he just had to call himself a monkey.

When they got up in the morning, Zhang Yunfei, who guarded Liu Ziyu for a night, had dark circles under his eyes and was just standing in the living room with the director, speaking about something with two men dressed as police officers.

“Xingxing, you’re just in time,” Zhang Yunfei spoke in English, “Officer, he is the one who fought hand-to-hand directly with the burglar last night.”

“Wow!” The police officer exclaimed in surprise, “You’re unexpectedly such a young lad. Handsome and brave, what a good kid.”

Qi Xingchen smiled as he thanked them, then cooperated with the police officers by recounting yesterday night’s incident.