The whole space is very quiet, no sound from outside can come in, and at this moment, Shen Jikong's hoarse voice is listening to people's ears, which inexplicably makes people feel lonely.

Luo Qiao looked at him and didn't speak for a while.

Shen Jikong stared at her for a moment, lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze, and stopped making a sound.

It was obvious that he had brought her here, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything, and the medicine gradually took effect, and he seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, loosened his neckline, and then came to the bed and lay down.

There was only this one bed in the room, Luo Qiao got up immediately the moment he lay down, he didn't care about her, he frowned and closed his eyes.

Luo Qiao stared at him, and when he saw that Shen Jikong actually looked like he was going to sleep, he frowned slightly.

After a while, he still didn't move, Luo Qiao pursed her lips and immediately got up to find the exit.

The whole space was closed, Luo Qiao only saw a broken switch in front of the door, and apart from this switch, she searched all over the house, and did not find any mechanism or button that could open the door.

Luo Qiao looked at Shen Jikong, who was still with his eyes closed.

What is he trying to do?

Trap both of them here?

may be very confident in the fact that she can't get out, and Shen Jikong can be said to be laissez-faire about her behavior.

Luo Qiao slapped the door hard, the whole door was very heavy, she leaned over, and she couldn't hear the slightest sound outside.

She walked around the room twice, the dark room was very spacious, fully equipped, and the refrigerator was stocked with all kinds of food, enough for two people to eat for a long, long time.

……

Luo Qiao came to the bed, looked at Shen Jikong who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?" ”

A few seconds later, Shen Jikong slowly opened his eyes, there was cold sweat oozing out of his forehead because of the pain, his face was pale, and he pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard the words: "I just want you to stay with me for a while." ”

He held his eyes, his light-colored eyes only stared at her, and his voice was so light that he could barely hear it: "It won't be a long-term ......"

Luo Qiao knew that it didn't make sense to talk to him, looking at his appearance at the moment, thinking about the possibility of getting out of here after solving him.

He seemed to see what she was thinking, and even hooked the corners of his lips in this case, and said softly: "If you kill me, you will never be able to get out again, or do you really want to stay here with me for the rest of your life?" ”

Luo Qiao pursed the corners of her lips, withdrew her gaze, and ignored him.

It seemed that he was annoyed to say a word to him.

Shen Jikong stared at her for a moment, with a deep self-deprecation suppressed in his eyes, he lay on the bed alone, his gaze gradually falling from her to the lamp overhead.

The effect of the drug gradually intensified, everything in his vision gradually became blurred, all Shen Jikong's thoughts gradually sank, he closed his eyes, and a deep sleepiness hit.

Shen Jikong felt that he was being pulled into a dream.

In a real, beautiful dream.

He fell into a deep sleep.

……

"What's your name?"

The girl sat on the carpet, her back against the bed, with bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs in her hands, and when she was ready, she got up and lifted his clothes.

When she saw the wound on his body, she took a light breath and raised her eyes to look at him: "What did you do, why did you get so seriously injured?" ”

Shen Jikong looked coldly at the woman in front of him who brought him back from the street, she was wearing pajamas, her hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her face was fair and delicate.

It's easy to conjure up all soft and beautiful words.

He didn't say anything.

Luo Qiao didn't mind, lowered her eyes and concentrated on treating his wounds.

The soft hair slipped down his shoulders and swept on Shen Jikong's skin, bringing out a bit of itching.

He looked at her for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze indifferently.

By the time Luo Qiao cleaned up the blood stains on his body, it was already the middle of the night. She glanced at the man who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, stretched, and stepped on his slippers into the bathroom.

Shen Jikong opened her eyes after she left, listened to the murmuring sound coming from the bathroom, and after a while, closed her eyes expressionlessly.

That night, Shen Jikong developed a high fever.

He hadn't drunk water or eaten anything for a long time, and his throat was burning like a fire from the wound and exhaustion, and every inch of his bones were aching.

Shen Ji wanted to drink water, but his body was tired, his mind was groggy, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Looking out the window at the dark night, he didn't have any emotions and thought, just forget it.

Originally, no one cared about a person like him when he died.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts sink in.

I don't know how long it took, he felt his head raised, warm and sweet water fed in, and he lifted his eyelids with difficulty, and saw Luo Qiao's delicate face, after she fed a glass of water, she put the water cup on the table next to her, her voice was very soft, with the gentleness unique to a woman, and asked him, "Do you still want to drink?" ”

Shen Jikong stared at her, and her heartstrings seemed to be plucked lightly.

He didn't speak.

Luo Qiao seemed to be accustomed to the silence of the man who picked him up, put him down, took the antipyretic patch, lifted his hair, and pasted it on him.

Shen Jikong's mind was always groggy, letting the woman move, Luo Qiao finished all this, and was ready to go back to the room to rest, she was already very sleepy, but as soon as she moved, she was dragged by his arm.

He didn't use much strength, in fact, he didn't have much strength now, his slightly drooping eyelashes caught his light-colored eyes, his voice was hoarse and weak, and finally said the first sentence since they met:

"Don't go."

In the apartment late at night, there was silence.

Hearing his words, Luo Qiao's footsteps stopped.

She looked at the man who was stubbornly tugging at her arm, and after a while, he really didn't leave, and sat silently on the carpet next to the bed.

Shen Jikong fell asleep after saying that, not knowing her reaction, and when he opened his eyes again the next morning, he saw a woman lying asleep next to him, with a small face and a delicate face.

For a moment, he couldn't tell what it felt.

For last night, he has a memory, maybe he was lonely for too long, so he told her the words of weakness that he had never said in his life, and he didn't expect her to pay attention to it, after all, even his biological mother would not hesitate to leave him when his high fever persisted.

To anyone, he doesn't seem to be a significant being.

"Are you awake?"

Luo Qiao's voice interrupted his thoughts, she yawned, reached out and touched his forehead again, "The burn seems to have subsided." ”

Seeing that he was staring at her without saying a word at the moment, Luo Qiao paused, and then a pair of beautiful cat eyes bent slightly, and she smiled and said to him: "Hello, my name is Luo Qiao." ”