Luo Qiao looked at him for a while and withdrew his gaze.

With his words, she felt a little more at ease.

At least, in this situation, he had no reason to lie to her.

Although she still didn't understand what she could do if she stayed here with him for three days.

Not long after, the game was cleared, Luo Qiao rubbed her neck, and Shen Jikong on the side put the game controller aside, glanced at her, and her eyes were calm: "Are you hungry?" ”

Should be hungry, it's been so long.

After Shen Jikong finished speaking, he didn't wait for her to respond, he got up and walked out of the room with long legs.

Outside, he was heard opening the refrigerator.

Luo Qiao walked out, leaned against the door, and watched him take the ingredients out of the refrigerator.

This dark room was like a small house, everything was fully equipped, even the slightest dust was not seen in the room just now, and it was obvious that he was here a lot.

Shen Jikong took the ingredients to the pool to clean, and heard his voice in the faint sound of water: "If you don't have anything to do, come and help me?" He turned his head, looked at her, and hooked the corners of his mouth very lightly: "I said that I will let you leave after three days, there is no need to treat me as an enemy again, right?" ”

When he said this, Luo Qiao was silent for a moment and walked over.

She took the vegetables from his hand and placed them under the faucet to wash them carefully one by one.

The light is not bright, from the angle of Shen Jikong, you can see Luo Qiao's quiet eyebrows and fair face, she has lowered her eyes, her red lips are lightly pursed, and she is very supple.

He looked at her, his heart seemed to be pinched a little bit, the pain was not very obvious, but it was endless.

……

Shen Jikong's cooking skills are very good, simple dishes, but the taste is very good.

After Luo Qiao finished eating, Shen Jikong asked her softly, "Are you full?" ”

Luo Qiao nodded, and at the same time noticed that the things in Shen Ji's empty bowl had basically not moved, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and before she could speak, he had already gotten up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

The breath around the body is very light.

After that, he didn't say anything more, the first night, Luo Qiao lay on the bed, the surroundings were very quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Shen Jikong sat on the chair, he took a box of cigarettes from the table, tore off the thin plastic film, took out one, bit it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The sudden light of the fire made his already delicate face more and more stunning and impeccable, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't say a word, with a taste of coldness and sexiness intertwined in it.

Luo Qiao turned over and saw such a scene.

Shen Jikong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, sensing her gaze, he looked at her, his eyelids moved slightly, and his hoarse voice said, "Can't sleep?" ”

Before she could speak, she heard him whisper again, "The lights are too bright?" ”

He got up, tucked the cigarette between his fingers, found the switch, and dimmed the light.

The room suddenly darkened, and the surroundings seemed to be covered with a black veil, and no matter what emotions were hidden.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a moment, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, a faint smell of tobacco wafted over, and she couldn't help coughing lightly.

Suppressed a very light cough, but Shen Jikong noticed that he glanced in her direction and reached out to extinguish the cigarette.

His voice was hoarse and low: "I'm sorry. ”

……

It was already late at night, and Shen Jikong sat on the chair for a while, and then took a step to the bedside.

Luo Qiao was already asleep.

said that she hated him, but she was very relieved of him in this kind of thing, maybe even Luo Qiao herself knew that she couldn't really touch her.

Shen Jikong sat on the edge of the bed, propped his head, and looked at her steadily.

It seems that he can't get enough of everything, and he sometimes wonders if the result would have been different if he had met her earlier than Ming Siran.

Will she like him, will she look at him with the same eyes as she looks at that man?

He thought that if he met Luo Qiao when she was very young, he would also be very good to her.

Time passed minute by minute, it was already late at night, Shen Jikong sat there with a lonely body, but he was reluctant to look away.

The first night passed like this.

The next morning, because of the biological clock, Luo Qiao woke up on time, and when she woke up, she saw a man asleep lying next to her bed.

Shen Jikong's black hair was soft, his eyes were closed, his face was a little pale, and his eyelashes were covered, sweeping a small shadow under his eyes.

Luo Qiao looked at him like this, slightly stunned.

She frowned and got up, but her scalp was pulled at this moment, and she hissed softly, and her movements suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on Shen Ji's empty hand.

I don't know when, the man's fingers grabbed a strand of her hair, and the black hair was wrapped around his fingers, even if he fell asleep at this time, he didn't relax at all.

This posture that borders on dependence......

Luo Qiao was stunned, because of her movements, the man who was dragging her hair sensed it, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at her for a while, her figure reflected in his slightly lighter eyes, and after a moment, he spoke softly: "Morning." ”

Luo Qiao didn't speak, Shen Jikong loosened her hair, stood up straight, and couldn't hear the emotion in her voice: "There is a change of clothes in the cabinet, and there are new toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom, you can use them." ”

After saying that, he didn't pause and went straight into the bedroom.

Luo Qiao sat on the bed for a while, glanced towards the entrance of the dark room, then retracted her gaze, took a change of clothes from the cabinet, and walked into the bathroom to wash.

When she finished washing up and then entered the bedroom, she saw Shen Jikong choosing a movie and watching it on the sofa.

"You let me stay here with you for three days, just to eat and watch movies?" Luo Qiao really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

When Shen Jikong heard this, he paused and glanced at her.

After a few seconds, he retracted his gaze and tugged at the corners of his lips: "What, you asked me to do something else?" ”

"......" Luo Qiao pursed her lips and didn't say anything, he knew that she didn't mean that.

Shen Jikong patted the sofa on his side and said lightly: "Come and sit." ”

What he opened was a comedy, the plot was funny, and when he saw something interesting, Shen Jikong would smile lightly.

Luo Qiao looked at him sideways, the current way of getting along is like when they first met, playing games, watching movies and chatting, relaxed and happy.

I don't know why, the more he is like this, the stronger the uneasiness in Luo Qiao's heart becomes.

……

This lull lasted until late the next night.

There were still more than twenty hours before he said to let her go.

Shen Jikong poured Luo Qiao a glass of red wine and also poured himself a glass.

Under the light and shadow, the red wine in the glass was rippling, he stared at the glass of wine, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he opened his mouth lightly: "Actually, before I met you, I always felt that it was quite boring to live." ”

Luo Qiao paused slightly and looked at him.