Yun Mo touched the roof of his chin and stared at her upturned eyelashes unscrupulously.

The sound of the hair dryer muffled the little heart of the book kite, which was gradually beating faster.

Yun Mo had never blown anyone's hair, and the whole process was cautious, afraid of pulling her hair.

Yun Mo turned off the hair dryer and rubbed the top of her hair as if intentionally or unintentionally: "What do you want to eat, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll be dispatched." ”

Shu Kite's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyelashes drooped: "I want to go back to sleep, I'm so sleepy." ”

She was so tired and sleepy, and now she just wanted to cover her head and get a good night's sleep.

Yun Mo turned a deaf ear: "Eat noodles or drink porridge." ”

The book kite glanced at him: "I don't eat it." She sat up: "I'll go back first." ”

Yun Mo licked his gums and smiled.

Disobedient.

He stepped in front of the book kite in a few steps to block the way, didn't give her a chance to speak, and directly lazily picked her up and threw her on the bed behind him.

The book kite was stunned for a moment, and stood up with his hands: "What are you doing?" ”

Yun Mo held her hand and fixed it on top of her head with his backhand, he propped it up on her side, put his legs on her legs, and laughed lowly: "Choose one of the two, eat." He leaned into her ear, ambiguous: "Or sleep." ”

The little face of the book kite swelled violently, and his breath was in his ears.

She was helpless: "Eat." ”

The sound of water in the kitchen.

Yun Mo rolled up his cuffs, pursed his lips, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his eyes seemed to be smiling.

The cuff is pulled up to the joint, and there is a scar on the side of the joint, half exposed and half hidden.

It's like a knife wound.

The book kite leaned against the kitchen door and looked at her, her eyebrows lowered.

The whole person looks like a frosted eggplant.

Yun Mo turned her face sideways, seeing that she wanted to leave but didn't dare to go, her thin lips opened lightly: "Come here." ”

The fried pork was put on a plate, and he handed the book kite a pair of chopsticks.

The fragrance was pervasive, and the book kite licked the corners of her lips, and chewed a piece slowly.

He asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

The book kite nodded.

Yun Mo scooped a bowl of rice to clean, turned back to her and said, "Pour me a glass of warm water." ”

Shu Kite put down his chopsticks, thinking that he was thirsty, and quickly brought a glass of water and handed it to him, Yun Mo was stirring the rice porridge in the pot, and the tail note was raised: "Drink it for me." ”

The wind rose outside the window, white mist rose from the glass window, and raindrops streaked across the water.

Shu Kite's heartbeat skipped a beat, looking at Yun Mo's side face, drinking a full glass of water, his thoughts were very chaotic.

She had just choked and the chewing action stopped for a moment, and he found out.

The observation skills of the police are really extraordinary.

Billowing smoke floated into the air, waving with the white mist from the lights.

The white porridge in the pot was foaming, Yun Mo took a small spoonful from the pot and tasted it, and put two spoonfuls of white sugar into it before serving it to the book kite.

"Taste it."

The white porcelain spoon touched the bottom of the bowl, crisp and loud, and the book kite tasted it lightly, and the sweetness was moderate.

She pulled out a smile, her eyebrows bloomed like flowers, and she lowered her head: "It's just right." ”

There was a fried little fried meat on the table, and the book kite put down the spoon and simply reached out to take it, and Yun Mo saw the back of her hand frowning.

The big spoon fell into the pot, he held her hand, and his tone was slightly heavy: "What's the matter with your hand?" ”

The book kite was stunned for a few seconds.

Suddenly reacted, and looked at the line of sight, a patch of red was added to the back of her pale hand, and there was a faint purple blue in the middle.

She had mixed emotions in her eyes, and smiled the moment she raised her eyes: "When you close the car door, you clip it." ”

Yun Mo's eyebrows tightened, and he looked at her with stunned black eyes, like starlight, staring at her with a weak heart.

Shu Kite's eyes wandered, a smile climbed up her cheeks, and she pointed to the porridge in the pot: "I'm hungry, you can help me serve a bowl." ”

Sensing her deliberate evasion, Yun Mo temporarily ignored the red marks caused by the beating.

He handed her the bowl: "Be careful of the burning, go eat it on the living room table." ”

Shu Kite took the porridge, covered the bowl with both hands, and walked to the living room dining table, Yun Mo put down the side dishes, turned around and disappeared at the bedroom door.

The book kite thought that he had gone back to sleep, happy and comfortable, blinking his eyes, brushing away the gloom from the corners of his eyes.

Footsteps approached.

Shu Kite retracted her gaze, and a few seconds later, Yun Mo came out with a medicine bottle in her hand and leaned over to sit next to her.

"Give it to me."

He had the medicine in his hand, and the cotton swab was lightly dipped in it, and she put down the spoon and reached over.

A large bruise appeared on her already pale hand, which became more and more eye-catching, and Yun Mo grabbed her hand and put it on his lap.

The swelling potion was rubbed up, it was cool and cool, his eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his head.

Shu Kite only felt numb all over, as if there were countless radio waves invading every nerve, and she withdrew her hand: "I...... I'll blow it myself! ”

The night breeze breaks through the tulle, bringing a hint of coolness.

Yun Mo's eyes suddenly became smiling, peeled off the candy and threw it in his mouth, and leaned back in his chair: "You are so stupid, you get injured every time, should I consider thinking about changing careers to become a doctor." ”

The playful words chewed the candy, and the words sank a little.

The book kite glanced sideways.

The corners of his mouth were still slightly hooked.

is more lazy than usual, with a flat face, a little more fireworks, and a little more charm, rippling people's hearts.

The book kite hooked his eyebrows, and his desire to speak was weak: "It's better to be practical and tear down the car door." ”

"If you tear down the door, you won't get hurt, so I'll take it down."

No, even the car was destroyed.

The book kite scratched the tip of her nose, wanted to laugh but held back: "I'm back, I'm sleepy." ”

"Go back after drinking the porridge." There was still half of the sweet rice porridge left in the bowl, and the dishes were not eaten much.

She shook her head: "Don't drink anymore." ”

Yun Mo moved his chair and raised his eyebrows at her: "Then let's go to sleep." ”

“……”

The book kite's eyelashes fluttered a few times: "Then I'll drink a little more." ”

When the words fell, Yun Mo ran to the kitchen to fill himself a bowl and sat opposite her: "Let you have a meal, see if you are wronged." ”

Shu Kite's face stiffened, and his left hand grasped the corner of his clothes: "No, I'm just sleepy." ”

When the white porcelain bowl saw the bottom, the book kite was stunned for a moment, and her throat choked.

The white porcelain spoon fell to the ground and shattered in half.

She murmured.

I'm sorry, but I don't know who the direction of the apology is.

The rain flooded the windows, and the incandescent lights illuminated the rising rain mist.

The murmuring was shallow, the room was quiet, and he heard it.

Yun Mo ran over, a little out of shape, picked up the spoon on the ground and threw it on the table, he smiled: "How do you know that I don't want to wash the dishes." ”

Shu Yuan breathed in a panic, and lowered his eyes: "Yun Mo, I'm so sleepy, I'll go back first." ”

Without waiting for Yun Mo to speak, she walked to the door, and the wind was rippling outside the window, swaying her soft hair.

The faint moonlight slanted down and fell on her, elongating the figure that fell to the ground.

Yun Mo looked at her lonely figure and felt a shock in his heart.

That subtle murmur was like an iron imprint on his heart, blocking his heart in a panic.

The apology seemed to be addressed to someone who was indulging in his heart.

She is obviously not lonely, but every time he sees her, he feels that she is very lonely, and his heart seems to be filled with thousands of rivers and mountains, as if he always feels that he can't catch her.

Or a gust of wind can sweep away all traces of her.