When Xu Yun woke up again, the sky was gloomy, and it was rare to rain outside the window.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

After a few seconds of death, it came back to life.

She turned her head and saw that the door of the guest room was open, the tulle curtain was blown by the wind, and she could vaguely see a tall and sturdy figure standing in the doorway.

She wanted to call him, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak at all.

She reached out and knocked down the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table.

After a soft click, the person at the door walked in.

Ji Luanchuan was holding a drawing in his hand, maybe because it was raining and the room was too dark, so he hid at the door to look at it.

Xu Yun opened his mouth and pointed to his throat, he would know, "Want to drink water?" ”

She nodded, rarely well-behaved.

He smiled faintly, poured a glass of water and handed it to her, turned and walked out.

Xu Yun didn't know what he was doing, so he drank the water and waited for a while.

But waiting, waiting, sleepiness came again.

She didn't know that when Ji Luanchuan brought her back and asked Shen Yue to change her clothes, she found that the skirt she had hidden under her coat had been soaked with blood oozing from the large cracks on her waist and back.

Twist it hard, and a lot of blood water is wrung out.

After the doctor came to see her, he said, "This is a second trauma, she needs to rest for a few days, she may be sleepy and faint at any time in these days, it is better to find someone to watch." ”

After the doctor left, Ji Luanchuan informed the rest of the team to play in Shigatse for a few more days, while he stayed at the door of Xu Yun's room and waited for her to wake up.

But when she woke up, he just went out and served a bowl of porridge, and she fell asleep again.

In the next few days, Xu Yun has been groggy, waking up from dreams.

Sometimes, she dreams of herself eight years ago, standing in the cold streets of Kathmandu, looking at the decadent-looking teenager, immature and terrified.

Sometimes, I would dream of Ji Luanchuan's cold and handsome face, which was obviously very close to him, but it seemed that he couldn't touch it at all.

As soon as my heart hurt, I woke up from the dream.

In the dream, her expression was tangled and hopeless, but when she woke up from the dream, she would put on a false calm shell and become cunning and charming.

It was three days later, and when Xu Yun woke up from her dream, Ji Luanchuan was leaning on the sofa in her room watching TV.

The female star named Qi Yue on TV is sexy and sultry, and the royal sister is full of fan, and she is participating in an awards party.

The rhetoric of the party was official and uninteresting.

Xu Yun listened with his eyes closed for a few seconds, turned his head to look, and found that Ji Luanchuan was watching the TV with a faint expression, but his attention was not on it at all.

She said, how could this man like such a thing.

"I'm hungry."

She didn't say anything, and Ji Luanchuan was not surprised, he turned his head to look at her, and found that her expression was much clearer.

Looks like it's good.

He hooked his thin lips, removed the remote control on his lap, and asked her, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Hmm...... Think about it. ”

Xu Yun held her chin and thought for a few seconds, her eyes rolled, and her eyebrows became sly.

"If you want to eat ramen, will you make it?"

"Yes." Ji Luanchuan chuckled, "But do you think I'll do it for you." ”

Xu Yun looked calm, "How do I know if I don't try." ”

After speaking, she smiled faintly again, her eyes looking straight over, "Shouldn't you be friendly to patients?" Especially the patients who have helped you. ”

Ji Luanchuan snorted and was noncommittal.

But in the end, she didn't make ramen for her to eat.

He didn't do it, and she didn't entangle anymore, just eat two bites of other to fill her stomach, and her mood was a lot better.

"Little five, what about them."

After lunch, Xu Yun took the dirty clothes that had accumulated for several days to the laundry room to wash.

Coats, skirts, underwear and underwear, sorted and put away, washed in a pile.

She was busy in the laundry room, and he sat outside on a wicker chair and smoked.

"I let him lead the team out to play."

"Oh." Xu Yun nodded thoughtfully, and asked again, "How long have you been running the tourist team?" ”

Ji Luanchuan glanced into the laundry room and said, "It's been a long time, six or seven years." ”

"That's been a long time."

She pressed the pause button, took the washed coat from the dryer and handed it to him, "Help me hang it up?" ”

He reached out to take it, but she touched the smooth muscle lines of his arm.

Ji Luanchuan glanced over with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

Xu Yun didn't see it, and took out another one and handed it to him, "There is still this one." ”

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned and hung his clothes on a hanger outside the balcony.

After hanging up the clothes, Xu Yun went back inside to get busy, and both of them were quiet for a while.

A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound in the room.

Ji Luanchuan turned his head to look and found that she was washing clothes by hand, perhaps because she was too hard, and the fingertips with bandages were faintly oozing blood.

His fingers holding the cigarette paused, his brow furrowed.

"Isn't there a washing machine?"

Xu Yun replied to him, "Not all clothes can be washed in a washing machine." ”

After a pause, she curled the corner of her lower lip again and said, "Why don't you wash it for me?" ”

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at him, her expression sly and open.

Ji Luanchuan's gaze turned to the basin of water under her hand.

There was a hollowed-out black underwear inside.

The thin fabric, the slender shoulder straps, except for the two small dots on the chest, are all hollowed out and embellished with black lace.

It is soaked in a pot of foamy water.

But it seems easy to imagine what it would be like for a little woman with snow-white skin to wear it.

His gaze shifted to her small, slender hand.

Her skin was tender and white, and the sunlight outside the window shone in, making it even more crystal clear, like ...... Like a piece of clotted white jade.

She was still looking at him, her smart eyes straight and undodging.

He took a puff of his cigarette, a puff of smoke that swung around his chest, turning and turning a thousand times.

The cigarette burned to his fingertips and accidentally burned him. Ji Luanchuan's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Xu Yun also saw it, and smiled narrowly, which was meaningful.

In the next second, Ji Luanchuan extinguished his cigarette, got up and walked towards the laundry room. He walked over step by step, blocking the light above Xu Yun's head.

She sensed a hint of danger.

But she wasn't afraid.

Xu Yun hooked her lips and smiled, and continued to bow her head to wash her underwear, but was quickly pulled up by Ji Luanchuan with his hand, "You go and sit outside, I'll wash it for you." ”

His voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at her with a faint look in his eyes.

Xu Yun raised her eyebrows, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you." ”

"That's right." As she passed him, she turned back and said, "Remember to wash up." ”

The word clean was deliberately accentuated by her.

Her breath sprayed softly in her ears, numb and hot. Ji Luanchuan looked at her, his eyes were dark, and the sense of oppression at the beginning came again.

Xu Yun likes to see how he can't do anything about her. She smiled evilly in her heart, but her face was not shocked, and she smoothed the folds on the collar of his shirt for him before leaving.

"You should go buy an iron when you have time."

As she spoke, she turned to leave. But before he put his hand down, he was suddenly clamped hard by Ji Luanchuan.

Xu Yun's pupils froze, and his two arms had been firmly caught behind him.

Ji Luanchuan extinguished the cigarette butt under her feet and squeezed her whole person into the narrow corner of the laundry room, with a somewhat dangerous expression.

He looked at her with a smile, his slender and powerful thighs pressed against hers, and she writhed slightly, and he was crushed by him.

"Am I being too gentle with you and giving you the illusion?"