Yin Shaolong stared at her for a while, couldn't see any liver fire, and spoke again: "You can think that I owe you, even if you hate me, there is no need to joke about your life and death." ”

Xiang Tianlai's gaze fell on the clock on the wall, and he said lightly: "Tang Zifeng is lying in ambush outside, he promised to give me five minutes to catch up with you, and now there are still three minutes." ”

Yin Shaolong was slightly stunned, looking at the closed door and the other bedroom, his face was a little solemn, but there was a little more joy in his eyes: "So you are worried about me." ”

"You think too much, I just don't want you to die because of me."

"I don't care, we ......"

"I care, Yin Shaolong, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, including not wanting you to die because of me."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Xiang Tianlai raised his eyes and looked at him, his gaze was very calm, because the light was a little dim.

"Die... Don't you want to have anything to do with me anymore? Yin Shaolong asked softly, and the second hand of the clock was still rattling.

"Yes."

Xiang Tianlai was fearless, looking directly at the man in front of him, as if overnight, the once affectionate love had become a thing of the past, and it was broken cleanly.

Yin Shaolong's throat was a little tight, trying to find the slightest hint and abnormality from her face.

It's just that what disappointed him was that she had been calm all the time, and the calmness made him feel a little cold.

"I'll do what you want, but now you have to come with me." Yin Shaolong came back to his senses, ignored the discomfort in his heart, stepped forward and lifted Xiang Tianlai's quilt, and pulled her directly to go out.

Xiang Tianlai was caught off guard, and he didn't even have time to prepare, as soon as his legs hit the ground, he fell directly to the ground, and his two legs seemed to be not enough to support.

Yin Shaolong stopped, slightly stunned, and slowly stretched out his hand to help her up.

After Xiang Tianlai slowly stood up, even if he didn't want to, the weight of his whole body still inevitably pressed on Yin Shaolong.

The familiar breath came to his face, Xiang Tianlai frowned noncommittally, pushed him away and sat back on the bed directly, and spoke again: "Yin Shaolong, you have already come, and what you owe me has been paid off, so you can go." ”

Yin Shaolong didn't speak, his eyes kept falling on her lap.

Slowly half-crouched in front of her, and then lifted her overly wide trouser legs.

Xiang Tianlai frowned slightly, and glanced up at the time on the wall.

In the eye, the two legs, which were once slender and tight, were floppy and weak, and there were still two sutures on them, which even looked a little atrophied.

Yin Shaolong stared at her leg for a long time without taking his eyes off, his eyes were astringent, and he gently stretched out his fingers to cover the wound above, extremely cautious.

Xiang Tianlai stretched out his hand and snatched the trouser leg from his hand, rearranged the trousers, covered the wound on them, and said softly: "I can't walk, I can't stand, and you can't go out with me." ”

Yin Shaolong's eyes were a little red, covered with a layer of mist, and a little misty.

"I'll carry you away." Yin Shaolong stubbornly spoke.

Xiang Tianlai looked up at him, showed a chuckle, and said, "Why did you come?" ”

Yin Shaolong's throat seemed to be blocked, could he really make her desperate like this?

Yes, if it weren't for him, how could she be what she is now, thin, sickly, pale.

"There's no time, let's go first." Yin Shaolong looked up at the wall, pinched her arm and wanted to carry her on his back.