"I'm tired!" she said slowly.

"I'm tired, you have to stay by my side too!" Feng Hao's tone was cold and strong, and he couldn't refuse.

Xia Yucheng looked at him weakly, her eyes were dilated, her face was pale without any blood, and the skin on her body was bruised and purple, especially the place on her shoulder, faintly oozing blood.

She was in pain, and there was no place in her body that didn't hurt.

But the pain on the ** is not worth mentioning compared to the pain in the bottom of my heart!

"Don't be like this, okay?" Xia Yucheng raised her eyes slightly, touched his injured left hand, the blood on it had coagulated, she was a little distressed, looked at his bloodstained hands, and asked sadly, "Feng Hao, torture me like this, torture yourself, are you happy?"

Happy?

Feng Hao slowly raised her head, looking up from Xia Yu's bruised and purple body, and finally stayed on her sad and desperate, bloodless face.

At this time, if he can still be happy, he is really crazy!

"Xia Yucheng, if you dare to say it again, I will kill you!" Feng Hao roared in frustration, quickly pulled away from her body, and rushed into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water coming from inside.

Xia Yucheng curled up in pain, looked out of the dark window with a blank face, listened to the sound of the waves in his ears, and felt a dull pain in his heart......

……

After taking a shower, Feng Hao took out gauze from the medicine box and wrapped it around the wound on his left hand, and while wrapping the gauze, he looked at the gloomy man in the mirror.

He has always been cold, and his heartache and melancholy are almost unrelated to him.

However, since he had Xia Yucheng by his side, everything has changed, and he no longer looks like himself.

What was it, what emotion changed him?

This kind of change is so unfamiliar, he is not used to it.

Do you want to go back to the way things were?

His brow furrowed, and the gauze pulled a knot his hand.

Changing his clothes and coming out of the cloakroom, Feng Hao turned his head to look at the large white bed, on which the curled figure turned his back to him, motionless.

He was so distressed that he knew that he was making a mistake, but in fact, he couldn't figure out why all his sanity disappeared when everything was stained with her.

Slowly walking over, he sat on the edge of the bed and turned sideways to look at the woman who was about to break his heart.

"Little ......," his thin lips twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

She seemed to have been tossed miserably by him, asleep, and still motionless. The room was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of the waves in my ears.

At this time, he really wanted her to turn around and hug him, even if it was crying in his arms, even if she was angry and beat him, scolded him, and complained about him......

He'll take it!

It's just that, listening to her breathing, she is not asleep. If you don't move like this, you should hate him very much in your heart.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug her, but he was afraid of being rejected by her indifferently, afraid that she would keep messing with him to break up. She wouldn't know that he could face all the strife in the world very calmly. The only thing that can't be faced rationally is that she said, break up!

The raised hand hung down weakly, Feng Hao's thoughts were confused, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

After a long time, he stood up and walked out of the room lightly.

In the room, Xia Yucheng, who was lying down, opened her stinging eyes, and in the dim light, the corners of her eyes flashed with crystal tears.

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