Two months later, a heavy rainstorm flooded half of the city in August.

Because it is very inconvenient to travel in this rainstorm, Qi Suya, who does not go out much, has a more reasonable excuse to stay.

Usually, there are people from the Jiang family's side who run to Qi Suya, but because of this heavy rain, everyone can only contact by phone.

Su Murong was sick.

On the second day of the rainstorm flooding the city, Qi Suya woke up and found that something was wrong.

If it was usual, at this point in time, Su Murong would definitely be able to see Su Murong wearing her little strawberry apron and grabbing a spatula to prepare a nutritious breakfast for her.

He seems to be raising her, raising her in the direction of a waster, making her daily life arrangements clear, and eager to make her a young lady who stretches out her hands to eat and open her mouth.

But I didn't see Su Murong today.

She thought about it for a moment and finally went to the bedroom next door.

The bedroom door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as I pushed it.

The man's face was covered with sweat, and he clutched the quilt tightly and shivered.

She could see at a glance that he was not in a good condition, and hurriedly took out the spiritual spring water from the space, and took out an ice pack to cool him down.

He opened his eyes in a trance, "What time is it?" ”

"It's past eight o'clock."

"I've got to make breakfast."

She pressed his shoulder with tears and laughter: "Sick people should have a good rest." Besides, I can't go hungry. ”

She turned her hand and took out the beef noodles from the space, and he lay back on the bed with an ice sticker on his forehead, looking at her in a daze.

She sat on the edge of the bed with one hand on her cheek.

"Brother Rong, are you my slave?"

Su Murong looked at her in amazement, as if he didn't understand.

She raised her eyebrows: "Your heart is sick, you are not my minion." You don't have to think about me, I'm not the slave owner who used to be good at exploitation, I'm not so bad. ”

Su Murong pursed his lips: "I'm just ......"

I just want him to be of a little bit of use to himself, even if it's just a little bit.

Qi Suya sighed lightly: "What does it mean to you? Like a god? Or a disabled person with degraded limbs? ”

He is a sick psychology to her.

She knew that he loved her, very much, but this love was not healthy.

She didn't even quite understand what exactly she was attracting him. Before she knew it, he seemed to have fallen into it and couldn't extricate himself.

She removed the ice sticker from his forehead, then touched his broad forehead.

"Brother Rong, don't be so humble, since ancient times, the weak eat the strong, fight for what you want, live boldly, isn't it?"

“…… May I? ”

She was about to answer when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

He buried his face in her hair, probably because his illness had not healed, and his voice was hoarse and confused: "I want you, but I don't dare." ”

At the beginning, those things in the Third Prison were like a wake-up call ringing on his heart, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Yanzhou, and he didn't want to let his emotions become the pressure that broke her, so he has been careful to restrain himself.

In terms of the order of temptation, he is not the first, and even ranks at the bottom.

What do you like about her? I like her to mention her past for the first time, and cover up the scars of the past with a calm and breezy look.

He remembered that once the two of them went to Huaichun City together, he was in a bad mood, and he took her to see the water, which could contain all things, as if it could wash all the dirty and bad things.

That day was also the first time he was so close to her, the first time he hugged her.

Her appearance at that time made him feel distressed, and he subconsciously wanted to take her under his wing, to take care of her, to protect her, so that she would not be hurt by anyone again.