Ji Mingqian withdrew his hand, his eyes a light shade, "Just wanted to check the wound, what else could I do?"
Jiang Yisheng gave him a sideways glance and said irritably, "It's all your fault."
If he hadn't been purposely messing with him, he wouldn't have torn the wound.
"How is it my fault again?" Ji Mingqian raised an eyebrow, poking his shoulder without really exerting any force, "Jiang Yisheng, do you have any conscience left?"
"How about this, if you feel you've been wronged, then I'll let you look back at mine," he said with a grin, not being serious at all.
"Ji Mingqian, what kind of madness has gotten into you?" Jiang Yisheng, his head full of black lines, stretched his tiptoe and kicked him.
"If you're going crazy, go outside."
Knocking it off, Ji Mingqian no longer teased him and handed over the bowl, "Hurry up and eat, it'll get cold."
Jiang Yisheng took the bowl, not wanting to argue with him, and buried his head to eat the porridge.
