Yang Minghui let go of Song Shihao, his forehead pressed against her, and the two breathed very closely. He looked up suddenly, lightly imprinted a kiss on her lips, and left in a moment.

Song Shihao tensed for a moment, and then relaxed. As far as the eye could see, his face was there, and this time without waiting for him to leave, she restrained the fear in her body and took the initiative to kiss him for the first time.

The moment the lips met, a firework exploded outside the window, which was dazzlingly beautiful and intoxicating.

When Yang Minghui was still stunned and didn't know how to react, Song Shihao had already left and urged him softly: "Go make dumplings." ”

Yang Minghui woke up like a dream, a thunderclap resounded in his mind, there was still her soft touch on his lips, and her soft urging in his ears, he was like a hairy man, carried away by the joy of covering the ground, and could only answer "yes" in a daze.

However, he didn't take a few steps, so he went and returned, bent down and hugged Song Shihao fiercely, let go after a while, and landed a kiss on her forehead: "Wait for me." ”

Song Shihao looked at the back of the hurried kitchen, and silently replied "yes" in his heart.

The two of them, she used to be the one who was forced, he forced her to stay with him, forced her to be happy under him, but in the same way, she was also collecting evidence of his crimes little by little, and she knew all the shady transactions that were always there, and this was also the bomb she planted for him, and he would eventually go in.

And he is probably also thinking about how to continue to deal with Sheng Shi, Xu Sangtian, and Xie Jinsong. Neither of them is inferior to the other, but in such a difficult environment, the two hearts are getting closer and closer, and they are finally going to meet, but this difficult and long-lasting meeting is only a few months in the end.

She knew that Yang Minghui regretted it, more than anyone else, that he had forced her, and that he had let her fall into the dark mud. She thought that what he regretted most was that he fell in love with him again after hurting himself, so he also tasted pain.

She looked down at her tattoo sticker, feeling a strong sense of confusion and confusion about her life and death.

If it was before "No One Spared" was finished, she might not care about life and death, and even felt that dying was a good way to get rid of it, but after that phone call, after she had a high fever, after he stayed by her side day and night, and after his occasional painful emotions, she suddenly wanted to survive, or really leave a life and leave, let that life prove that she had also survived in this world.

The sound of ping-pong came from the kitchen, and it was he who was sorting out the kitchen utensils and preparing the noodles. Song Shihao lifted the blanket he wrapped around herself, the heating in the room was sufficient, and her body had warmed up, she got up and walked to the kitchen step by step.

The kitchen space is very large, she took a cup and poured water, but Yang Minghui took it over and poured warm water at the right temperature for her: "Cold, don't drink ice water." ”

She took the cup, lowered her head, and gently shook the cup in her hand, and only after a long time did she say "um", which was a response. Drinking water one by one, but without any intention of leaving, watching him and noodles, chopping and adjusting the filling, it didn't take long for the smell of meat filling to come out of the kitchen, which aroused her appetite.

When she was in the hospital, she always ate on time, and even if she couldn't eat, she forced herself to fill her stomach. Tong Yuyang was afraid that she would not be used to eating the food in the hospital, so he specially invited a chef to take care of her diet in the hospital, but at that time, no matter how delicious things were, eating them in her mouth was like chewing wax.