"When? Uremia? Her voice was dry, like straw in a field.

Song Shihao said indifferently: "It's been a long time, and it has deteriorated recently." Sister Shiyi, take care, I'm leaving. She turned away.

"Good time!" Meng Shiyi stopped her.

Song Shi turned his head and looked at her in the dark.

"I promise you, wait three months."

Her smile was so bright even in the dark of night: "Thank you." ”

After leaving Meng Shiyi's villa, she went back to her apartment. Downstairs, she looked up at the floor of her apartment and found that the lights were not on, so she did not rush up and waited quietly downstairs.

It's cold outside, and even wearing thick cotton clothes can't stop the cold from eroding. By the light she lifted her hand and rolled up the cuffs, scrutinizing the almost real tattoos.

Her eyes swept over each pattern, as if searching for something. After looking at it for half a time and finding nothing, she breathed a long sigh of relief, those needle eyes were well hidden, and she couldn't see it at all.

I don't know how long she stood downstairs, and finally there was a dazzling light in the distance, she raised her hand to block the dazzling light slightly, and saw the oncoming car clearly, and the corners of her eyes that were frozen and aching had a little softness.

The car came to a halt in front of her, and the people who came down from it didn't even bother to close the door, so they strode forward and took her into their arms.

His strength was so great that it made her feel a little painful. He just got out of the car, with the warm air of the car air conditioner, and after holding her in his arms, the coldness on his body seemed to be relieved a little, and it was very warm.

After a long time, Yang Minghui let go of her, reached out to hold her face, and his eyebrows tightened: "Why is it so cold?" The skin under her hands was cold and piercing, and she was still a little embarrassed in the palm of her hand, and she was thin again.

Song Shihao stretched out his hand to pull down the hand he was holding his face, and a light voice sounded: "It's okay." ”

Yang Minghui was shocked, and hurriedly held her hand, which was also cold and piercing. He held her hand and sighed for her, full of distress: "How long has it been?" Why not go up? ”

Song Shihao has always been that light appearance, even if he comes out now, he can't get much emotion: "I just arrived." ”

Yang Minghui glanced at her, bent down suddenly, picked her up horizontally, and walked to the apartment.

A moment of vacancy made Song Shihao subconsciously hug Yang Minghui's neck, and his head rested on his chest.

Yang Minghui was stunned for a moment, and looked down at Song Shihao who was quietly staying in his arms while waiting for the elevator, but unfortunately her eyes never met him.

He hugged her tighter, and he could feel the slightly bulging bones under her flesh in his palms, and his eyes were full of puzzlement, he hadn't seen her for a few months, why had he lost so much weight?

The elevator slowly descended and finally opened in front of them, and he carried her into the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, he: "Good time, I want to kiss you." ”

Song Shi turned his head and met his naked gaze.

Before she could reply, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips with unmistakable accuracy.

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