A cigarette burned out, and the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a knock at the door of the room, and it was Rong's mother's gentle and sad voice: "Miss, it's time for dinner." ”

From the day Xu Jiamu issued the prison ban, the entire manor began to be covered with a layer of sadness.

Sangi didn't know if the servants were pitiful and sad for her, or if she herself felt sad because she was sad in her heart.

"Miss ......" didn't hear Sang Ji's answer, and Rong's mother knocked on the door again, making a sound of "tu-tu-tu-".

Sang Ji twisted the cigarette butt into the toilet, threw the cigarette butt into the toilet, touched the top of the water reservoir and pressed the flush.

The door was opened, and Rong's mother was relieved to see Sang Ji appear in front of her, automatically took three steps back, and bent over respectfully: "I prepare shrimp and crab roe porridge, do you want to eat some?" ”

Sang Ji's eyes fell on Rong's mother scatteredly, and his bloodless lips slightly opened impatiently: "Don't knock on the door and make noise for me, if you want to eat, I will go down to eat without you calling me." ”

Before the words fell, Sang Ji pushed the door hard, and the "bang" was closed again.

Xu closed the door quickly, bringing a fan to Rong's mother, which made her feel a little cold.

In just a few days, Sang Ji became obsessed with this kind of thing called cigarettes, and every time he lit one in his heart, he felt better.

Outside the window, the night drifted in, and the darkness slowly enveloped the room.

Kuangki closed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, and then opened them suddenly, the ceiling had been swallowed up by the night, and he couldn't see clearly.

She blinked nonsensibly, as if accustomed to it, and reached for the cigarette case on the bedside table.

There are two cigarettes left, smoke one and save one for tomorrow, she thought.

As soon as his fingers touched the cigarette case, he was frightened by the sound of footsteps outside the hallway.

Xu Jiamu held the doorknob of Sang Ji's room, brushed the floor and opened the door, and saw Sang Ji lying on the bed, with his front half stretched out in the air, his fingers on the ground.

Sang Ji, who succeeded in pushing the cigarette case under the bed the moment he opened the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and his fingers on the ground flicked up and rolled on the bed and lay down.

Sang Ji tilted his head and saw the man standing at the door through the bright light of the living room, and his big eyes blinked.

He seems to have lost weight? The ribs are more distinct, and the black face looks particularly imposing.

"Why don't you eat?" The man's deep voice is like a cello, and people can't help but sink.

Sang Ji's eyebrows were slightly raised, his lips were slightly hooked, as if he was laughing at himself, he was so embarrassed that he could still be tempted by him.

She couldn't help but sneer and replied, "No appetite." ”

Xu Jiamu was silent, raised her long arm and turned on the light in the room.

The sudden bright light pierced Sang Ji's eyes and subconsciously closed them.

He walked over to the bed, his eyes falling on her pale and haggard little face, his eyes sank, "Get up." ”

Listening to the sound coming from close range, Sang Ji opened his eyes in shock, and just met the gaze he had seen, and his heart, which was still calm just now, instantly became flustered.

After a while, Xu Jiamu spoke again: "I don't want to say it a second time." The indifferent and cold voice hid a little subtle concern.

Sang Ji's newly ignited heart was extinguished by his words like ice water, and he turned his head away from him and coldly refused: "I'm naturally going to eat when I'm hungry, and if I don't have anything else to ask you to go out, I'm going to sleep." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xu Jiamu really didn't say anything more, and directly bent down to pick her up.