CH 35
I Treat You as a Brother
35 â Thirty-Five is Too Late
Translator: tamago
While Fang Mo spoke, he covered his right ankle with his hand. It seemed like he had accidentally fallen down the stairs and sprained his ankle.
Xu Xiran hurried over but didnât immediately reach out his hand. He squatted down in front of Fang Mo, looked down at his ankle, and asked, âDoes it hurt?â
Fang Mo nodded, âA little bit.â
âLet me see.â
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, slowly rolled up Fang Moâs pants, and carefully pulled down a small section of his sock, exposing his bare ankle.
Fang Moâs hand froze in mid-air and didnât dare to move. He spoke with a worried tone, âItâs not swollen, is it?â
Xu Xiran looked at it back and forth from different angles, âRight now it looks okay, just a little red. Are you not able to move it at all?â
âI can move it, but it hurts when I move.â Fang Mo said.
Xu Xiran thought for a while, then reached out his hand, âLet me help you back to your dorm first.â
~
Just after going down two steps, Fang Moâs face turned red.
Seeing his panicked expression, Xu Xiran felt very concerned, âDoes it hurt a lot? Do you want me to carry you?â
The way they were moving now was that Fang Moâs left arm was hooked around Xu Xiranâs neck, with his right hand holding onto the stair railing, and Xu Xiran was holding his left arm with one hand and hugging his waist with the other to help him keep balance and to let him jump one foot at a time.
This seemed quite dangerous.
âNo need,â Fang Mo shook his head without looking at him, âThis is fine, I can do it.â
Hence, Xu Xiran could only continue to support him and watch him wobble and jump down step by step.
âMy clothes are even dirtier now,â he complained to Fang Mo in a low voice, âWere you just sitting on it with your butt?â
Fang Mo was now holding that poor shirt in his hands. It was not only dirty, but also very wrinkled.
âYouâre really annoying,â Fang Mo said as he carefully watched the steps under his feet, âIâll buy you a new one, okay?â
âAlright, you said it,â Xu Xiran was intentionally not being courteous to him, âThen can I choose?â
âNo,â Fang Mo jumped down from the last step, âI choose and you wear, whether you like it or not.â
From then on, the flat walkway was much more convenient to move on.
Xu Xiran supported Fang Mo all the way to the door of 301. He wanted to turn the doorknob, but Fang Mo stopped him.
He frowned, raised his hand, and asked in a low voice, âAlthough itâs a little dirty⦠why donât you firstâ¦â
âAh?â Xu Xiran was puzzled for a moment.
Before Fang Mo could explain, the bedroom door in front of him opened.
The person at the door was planning to go out, but when he suddenly saw the two of them, he was very taken aback.
âWhat are you two doing?!â He asked the two people who were half-hugging each other outside the door with his eyes widened.
âFirst let us through,â Xu Xiran said to Fang Moâs roommate, âFang Mo sprained his ankle, Iâm helping him in.â
The other immediately turned to the side to make way for passage.
Once Xu Xiran put Fang Mo in the chair, as he stood up straight, he found that the eyes of the other three people in the dormitory were all glued to him.
This was very strange. Their roommate, Fang Mo, had sprained his ankle, so why didnât they care? Why were they still staring at Xu Xiran, a kind-hearted person with his own style, without saying a word?
ââ¦Where did he fall?â asked the person who had just opened the door.
âBy the stairs,â said Xu Xiran, âOn the corner of the stairs between the third and fourth floor. Do you guys have anyâ¦â
He originally wanted to ask âdo you have anything cold for him to applyâ, but his voice gradually died out.
The people were still staring at him, with each expression stranger than the next. Facing the indescribable stares of the three, Xu Xiran was about to ask something else, when he suddenly realized what the problem was.
His upper half was still naked. His dirty shirt was now a mess, and was still held in Fang Moâs hand. He hadnât noticed before, but now that he looked at it closely, he realized that Fang Mo had probably pulled on his clothes when he had fallen and created a tear, as there was a noticeable hole.
âThe stairs? At the corner of the stairs? You two were in that kind of place?â The roommate was in disbelief. âIs it that exciting? Why not at least the fire escape?â
âNo, Iâ¦â Xu Xiran was in anguish, âI wasnât there when he fell, I only heard his soundâ¦â
It was apparent that no one believed him. Even Liu Xiaochang had disbelief written all over his face.
He looked Xu Xiran up and down, and asked, âIn order to support him, did you tear off your clothes?â
âIâ¦â Xu Xiran got stuck.
There was no way to explain this. These people had already set their minds to believe that they ended up this way because they were doing things that were inappropriate for children at the corner of the stairs.
He looked down at Fang Mo. Fang Moâs face was all red, and he looked at the ground and said nothing.
ââ¦Do you have anything thatâs cold?â Xu Xiran simply gave up on explaining, and chose to deal with more urgent matters, âSomething for him to apply.â
Liu Xiaochang jumped off his bed, âIâll go get a towel with some cold water.â
This was an emergency solution, but Xu Xiran was still not at ease. He thought for a bit, then leaned down and said to Fang Mo, âIâll go to the shop downstairs, wait for me.â
~
Before heading downstairs, Xu Xiran rushed back to his dorm to put on some clothes.
He bought a few popsicles from the small supermarket outside of the dormitory area and took them back to 301. When he opened the door, Fang Moâs roommates were surrounding him, discussing something in a low voice.
âI bought a popsicle, want to wrap it in a towel and apply it on?â He walked in with a bag in his hand.
Fang Moâs leg with the sprained ankle was rested on another chair. He was bending over, using his hands to secure the folded wet towel around his ankles.
Xu Xiran walked up to him, picked up the towel, unfolded it, and wrapped the popsicle with its packaging inside. Soon, he found that such a big hard lump couldnât fit on Fang Moâs skin, and it was inconvenient to apply it like this. After thinking for a while, he took out the popsicle again, crouched down, and carefully smashed it on the ground before wrapping it in the towel again.
When he finally put the towel wrapped in crushed ice on Fang Moâs ankles, he suddenly found that the whole dormitory had become quiet once again. Everyone was silently staring at him.
Xu Xiranâs voice and body were stiff, ââ¦What?â
âN-nothing,â One of the roommates unnaturally turned his head, âI just checked it for him, and seems like he just pulled a muscle, so itâs nothing serious. A bit of rest and heâll be fine.â
When Xu Xiran heard this, he let out a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and said to Fang Mo, âBe careful next time, you understand?â
Fang Moâs roommates then all quietly dispersed and returned to their places, acting as if nothing had happened in a very deliberate manner.
Xu Xiran started to feel embarrassed again.
These days, it seemed like every subconscious and unintentional move he made with Fang Mo would be misinterpreted. It was unfortunate that if they didnât ask, he wouldnât even have a chance to explain. But once he thought about it again, he felt that it was probably useless for him to explain now.
âApply it like this for now,â he said to Fang Mo, âIf itâs not getting better, or if itâs inconvenient to go in and out by yourself, just call me.â
Fang Mo nodded.
Xu Xiran felt that it was time for him to leave, but he was worried for him. After hesitating for a while, he found something to say, âDid you take a shower yet? Are you able to take a shower by yourself later?â
As soon as he said this, he immediately felt several gazes from behind.
âNo, itâsâ¦â One of Fang Moâs roommates said in a tangled tone, âItâs still a public place after all, can we all be considerate to each other? Can youâ¦â
Xu Xiran didnât know whether to laugh or cry, âI was just worried itâll be inconvenient with his foot like this. Otherwise, why donât you help him wash?â
âNononono,â the other person waved his hands repeatedly, âThatâs not what I meant, donât get me wrong, donât worry.â
âI already showered!â Fang Mo interrupted loudly.
When Xu Xiran looked down at him again, he raised his hand and gave Xu Xiran a hard pat, âYou can go back now.â
~
When Xu Xiran finally returned back to his dorm and took a shower, it was already getting late.
On his phone was a message from Fang Mo.
[âSorry for today, thank you.â]
Xu Xiran froze for a moment, then smiled. As of late, Fang Mo has seldom been this polite in front of him, and he must have suddenly sent this because he really felt sorry.
This moment was supposed to be comforting, but Xu Xiran couldnât help but take the opportunity to tease him.
[âWhat are you thanking me for? What are you sorry for?â]
Not long after sending his message, a typing indicator appeared on the top of the messaging screen. Xu Xiran was laying in bed as he patiently waited for a response, and smiled as he watched as the typing indicator move up and down.
Fang Mo kept typing for maybe two or three minutes, during which the typing indicator would disappear and then reappear time and time again. Xu Xiran couldnât help but imagine how Fang Mo looked like when he carefully considered every sentence on his phone, which made him want to laugh even more.
He didnât think that when a new message finally appeared, it would only contain six short words.
[âIf you donât know forget itâ]
There was not even any punctuation in his message.
Xu Xiran furrowed his brows and stared at the words for a while, then replied, [âIs it inconvenient for you to type with one hand while holding your towel with the other?â]
If not, then how would it take so long to write six words?
After thinking about it, he added, [âYou can send a voice message.â]
Fang Mo fell silent and the typing indicator disappeared, without even sending back an emoji.
~
Half an hour later, Xu Xiran sent Fang Mo another message before going to sleep, concerned about his situation.
[âHas the swelling gone down?â]
This time, the response came quickly. Fang Mo sent him a picture of his ankle. Xu Xiran glanced at it, and four slightly inappropriate words involuntarily popped into his mind.
White touched with red1.
Fang Moâs skin was naturally fair, and this part of his body was rarely in the sun, but now that it was slightly swollen, a part of it was unnaturally red. Lately, this shade of red has also been appearing on his cheeks. Similar to the slightly swollen ankles in the photo, his face was slim, and he looked rather cute with a hint of blush.
While he let his imagination run wild, Fang Mo sent him another message.
[âItâs still a little swollen, and it hurts when I move.â]
[âThen be good and try not to move. Do you have class tomorrow?â]
Xu Xiran pressed send, thought for a while, then added another sentence.
[âHow are you typing so fast now? When youâre done taking a photo, hurry and put it back on.â]
After sending it over, he felt that what he said was incomplete, so he added, [âIs the popsicle all melted now? Do you want me to buy some more?â]
However, at this time, the curfew for this dormitory has long passed. There was also no 24-hour convenience store in the school, so it was quite troublesome to go out to buy more.
Fang Mo started typing again.
Xu Xiran waited patiently for a long time, but the words that finally appeared on the screen had nothing to do with his question.
[â35 is too late, letâs make it 30.â]
Xu Xiran was at a loss, replied with a question mark, and added, [âDid you send wrong?â]
Fang Mo replied back with two lines.
[ââ¦â]
[âGoodnight.â]
This literally means red inside the white, and is usually used to describe someoneâs complexion or rosy cheeks, though it can be used to describe other parts as well