(Recommended reading: I remembered that day after I found Ji Liunian, he sent me home in a faint mess, he went to Qiao's house at that time, in fact, he wanted his grandfather to fulfill his promise, protect his mother's comprehensive promise, and then send me back.

Although it was a transaction, I am still more relieved that my grandfather protected his mother thoroughly, at least, he didn't really completely shut out Ji Liunian.

After listening to Xiao Xu's words, I really felt ashamed, I can understand that my grandfather also has his own hardships, he can't let the Qiao family be destroyed, but his selfishness still makes me feel ashamed when I face Ji Liunian.

I stroked the hideous wound on Ji Liunian's palm, how ruthless did he have to be to be so ruthless to himself?

I don't know if he's too ruthless or he's too tolerant, his hands are like this, but I don't see anything wrong with him, and he can even do things without changing his face, does he really not feel pain?

When I feel distressed, I feel relieved, at least not alone.

I looked at my leg and noticed my embarrassment, and then I saw that there were still gravel slag stuck in the flesh on my injured leg, and the wound that had been cut by bullets and torn flesh, and the blood had coagulated, but it still hurt faintly, and I had forgotten the pain.

I smiled bitterly, a season of years had taken over all my minds, and I had forgotten even the injuries on my body......

I picked up the disinfectant that I hadn't used up before, disinfected myself, treated the wound, and then went to see Ji Liunian again.

He seemed to be feverish again, his pale cheeks red as if he were on fire.

I walked into the bathroom and wanted to get a towel to wipe his sweat, obviously no one lived here before, the bathroom was clean, not to mention towels, not even a single hair, whether it was the bathroom or the washstand, it was clear and cold, only some simple bathroom supplies.

Opening the cabinet under the washstand, I saw some new toiletries and towels inside, I took out a towel, unpacked it, wrung the water, wiped Ji Liunian's sweat, and put it on his forehead to cool him physically.

Trying to make him comfortable, I lifted the thin quilt over him, unbuttoned his already dirty shirt, and wiped his body as well.

I wandered between the bathroom and him, and this tossing and turning also made me sweat, I opened the cabinet, and saw that there were men's pajamas with signs hanging inside, so I took a set and went to the bathroom to clean myself.

I wanted to wash and cool my clothes, so I had to use shampoo as a laundry product when I didn't have any laundry supplies.

After all this, I returned to the bedside, and saw that Ji Liunian was still sleeping deeply, and seeing that his condition was fine, I closed my eyes and fell asleep tiredly.

When I woke up again, I was woken up because I felt that there was a hand that was always running on my cheeks and hair, a little itchy, very comfortable, but also annoying, because he disturbed my sleep, so it made me feel angry, who was still very sleepy.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, I thought of Ji Liunian, and suddenly opened my eyes, and I was at the cold but gentle eyebrows of the last Ji Liunian, and the eyes as deep as the sea, like the brightness of the night sky.

We were all stunned when we looked at each other, his hand resting on my cheek, his eyes looking at me without blinking.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and after a long while, he asked me with some seriousness, "How did you get here? Who told you to come?"

His eyes were glazed, a little fierce, his beard was sloppy, and he looked particularly serious and sharp.

As he spoke, he withdrew the hand that had touched my cheek.

I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, I winked at him, and said with a smile: "Ji Liunian, you have lost your temper, don't you already remember me? Isn't the person you love Huo Sijing? So what are your hands doing? For a person you hate, will you touch her with pity?"

His eyes flashed, and he didn't answer my question, but forcefully withdrew his hand back: "Get up, I'll let Xiao Xu send you back, you can't stay here."

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As soon as he sat up, I pulled him back hard, and as soon as he fell back on the pillow, I pressed my whole body up, pressed on his chest, and I looked at him condescendingly: "If I don't come, do you plan to end up with me?" Even if you die, don't tell me, it has nothing to do with me, right?"

He looked at me calmly, my angry eyes looking into his deep pupils, my chest heaving and uncalming.

After looking at each other for a long time, he was still so old and unwavering, and his face did not change, and I was already angry.

"Ji Liunian, you bastard, I hate you to death! I hate you to death!" I said as I pounded his chest, eager to shatter his heart to see how long his heart was, how it was so ruthless.

For me, and for himself.

"Why didn't I find out before that you could be so cruel?" I reddened.

In the days when he came back, did he know how kind of suffering and pain his ruthlessness was to me? Does he know how heavy each day was for me? It was like carrying a heavy burden on his back, and he wanted to throw it away, but he was reluctant to throw it away, so no matter how difficult it was, he had to carry that heavy burden forward step by step, brave the wind and rain, and walk with difficulty.

Even though I knew that he had his reasons, I still felt angry, I felt angry, I knocked on him, hit him very the chest, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, rolled over and pressed me underneath, and violently blocked my lip flap.

The stubble on his chin hurt a little bit on my face, but I didn't care about it, I clung to him tightly, biting his lip fiercely.

He kissed me deeply, like the waves of high tide, churning and spraying, layer upon layer, so that I could not resist.

His hand that had been holding my wrist interlocked with my fingers in a deep kiss, like a lock, clasped tightly together, becoming a part of each other.

Gradually, his kiss retreated and became gentle, lingering on my lips, touching my cheeks gently, gently kissing the moistness from the corners of my eyes.

His hoarse voice sounded, "Don't cry. ”

As soon as I heard what he said, the anger that I had already unloaded rushed up again: "Don't cry? During this time, have you made me cry less? I feel that I have almost dried the tears of my life." ”

His fingertips tapped on my lips and stopped me: "Don't speak, don't say that, I don't listen." ”

I knew that I would make him feel uncomfortable and hurt at the tip of his heart, but the more I said this, the more I wanted to say that I was going to make him feel distressed, so I didn't give up: "So you also feel distressed? I thought your heart was made of stone, how ruthless you were at the beginning, so ruthless to me, you didn't remember me, you still talked to me like that, said those piercing words, and you still pinched my neck, as if you wanted to strangle me......"

Before I finished speaking, he bit his lip and couldn't say a word, he seemed to be punishing me, punishing my disobedience, biting my plump lips, so that I didn't dare to move anymore, as long as I moved, it would hurt, he used this way to successfully shut me up.

Feeling that the annoyance that had accumulated in my chest seemed to have dissipated, he began to gently tie with me again, grinding his ears and temples.

I heard his subtle voice dissipate like wind in my ears: "It's me who makes you sad." ”

I took a breath, his weakness and softness made my throat so hard that I couldn't say a word.

The long-lost breath, the long-lost gentleness, I can't help myself when I am trapped in his tenderness, and my body is even softer than my own, I just want to hug him tightly and covet the happiness of the moment.

It's so good, he hasn't forgotten me, it's good, I can still touch him, it's good, we're still together, it's good, he's still ......

Thinking of this, my heart finally buried those griefs and became happy, and I couldn't help but smile and clasp his hand tightly.

Just when we couldn't help ourselves, I heard the door of the room open and close, and then there were two knocks, followed by a small awkward voice: "Can I come in?"

Ji Liunian had an injury on his leg, he lay back a little awkwardly, held my hand, stretched his face, and said unhappily: "Come in." ”

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