Some thoughts, once they pop up in my mind, are out of control.

As if tempted, she bowed down and pressed her lips to the man's.

She kissed him softly.

With deep attachment and deep pain, he let go of all his reason, let himself be presumptuous, and did not dare to think deeply about whether his actions were right or wrong.

However, even if it is presumptuous, it is only temporary. Bai Suye suppressed and endured, not daring to let herself sink deeper, just lingering on the man's lips for a while, and then forced himself to withdraw. However, just as she was about to pull away, the man's long arm suddenly poked out of the quilt and grabbed her hand.

She was slightly startled.

Is he awake?

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He was not sober, and his eyelids tried hard to hold up, but in vain. The consciousness is very blurred, but the hand is still holding her stubbornly.

"Night stalker," she whispered to him.

Because of the fever, his palms were hot. The pale lips, twitching, seemed to be muttering. White Millet leaned down and put her ear to his lips to listen carefully.

"Sumi"

She was shocked.

Heart, severe pain. The heart, as if it had been cracked.

This voice has been absent for a long time

She thought that in this life, it would be impossible to hear him call herself like this again

"I'm here." She put the glass down and clasped his hand.

"Does it hurt?" he muttered, confused.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all," she shook her head, her eyes flushed. Whether it was a shoulder injury or a finger pain, this moment was instantly wiped out.

The night owl was half-asleep, wrapped his long arms, and suddenly hugged her directly to him. Bai Suye was afraid of the injury on his body, so he groaned slightly, and in the next moment, he lifted the quilt and took the initiative to get into his quilt, close to his hot body. As if smelling something that drove him crazy, he almost instinctively took her into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength to lock her around him and carve her into his bone marrow.

The tip of Bai Xiaoye's nose was sour, and his hands greedily wrapped around his neck, and he couldn't help but bury his face in his neck. The heart that has been cold for a long time seems to faintly feel a trace of warmth at this moment.

Holding her, his breathing gradually became smoother. The two of them seem to be in love with each other, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer

That night, he slept deeply, and she slept deeply.

In more than ten days, it seems to be the first time this has happened. However, the next morning, when there was not a glimmer of light outside the window, she woke up. I slept for less than four hours all night.

He didn't wake up.

At his waist, his hand still wrapped around her with a lot of strength.

She touched his body and pressed her forehead against his forehead to make sure he was at a normal body temperature before breathing a sigh of relief.

With the dim light at the head of the bed, she pillowed on his arm and looked at him for a long, long time

She had to leave

Sleeping in such a hug does not belong to them who are awake.

Bitterly, he carefully removed his hand from his waist. It seemed that this feeling of emptiness made him feel quite unpleasant, and the eyebrows that were originally stretched were tightly wrinkled because of her withdrawal. Bai Xiaoye was afraid that he would wake up, so he grabbed a pillow and let him hold it in his arms. Sure enough, his expression gradually calmed down again.

Looking at him like this, she raised her lips and smiled lightly.

Roll over and get out of bed. After cutting her hair, she went into the bathroom and changed out of his pajamas, put them back on the pajamas she had worn last night, and walked out of the room lightly.

Bring the door and the rest of the room is peaceful

Tang Song had always been concerned about his situation, and he didn't dare to sleep very deeply. At this moment, he also yawned and came out of the room in his pajamas. The two men covered up in the hallway.

"Early." Bai Millet greeted him.

"How's he doing?"

"It's ok. Later, after I slept, my fever subsided. I pulled out the needle for him in the evening. ”

"That's good." Tang Song yawned lazily, and looked at her with bloodshot eyes, "You haven't slept all night"

"Slept for a while."

"Now that his condition is stable, you should hurry up and go to the rest meeting. I'll have someone come over and change your dressing later. ”

"Good. Thank you. Bai Xiaoye nodded and left.

When I returned to the annex building, the first thing I did was to open the window and look at the opposite side.

Tang Song entered his room. He still hasn't woken up yet. Tang Song just briefly checked it and went out again. Looks like everything is going well.

Bai Xiaoye's hanging heart also let go, yawned, and lay back on the bed and fell asleep.

For a long time, my mind was about the pain of last night's night owl

In fact, she also wanted to ask him: Night Stalker, are those injuries from ten years ago still painful now, and how can they become no longer painful

9 o'clock.

The night owl woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I did was to grope for something in my arms. Seeing that it was a pillow, his eyes were cold, he frowned, and threw the pillow to the ground, throwing it far away.

Tang Song came in and caught his actions right.

"Early in the morning, you have a temper tantrum with the pillow" Tang Song came in alone, picked up the pillow, and threw it on the sofa on the side.

The night stalker glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Then, his gaze fell coldly out of the window.

"What to see" Tang Song followed his gaze and looked over, and then, pursed his lips, "Look at the white millet leaves opposite"

"Tang Song, early in the morning, you'd better not mess with me." The night owl withdrew his gaze.

"That's where she lives." Tang Song compared the opposite side with his chin, "You look out the window, don't you just look at her"

The night owl was stunned for a moment, and then cast his eyes back out the window. This time, it's really looking at that window.

It's just that there is no shadow in the window.

"I took care of you all night last night, I didn't sleep much, and I should still be catching up on sleep now." Tang Song said as he took out some simple instruments from the box.

The night stalker glared at him, "Is there no one here, you actually let her stay in my room"

"Don't you two like to fight, now that both of you have gunshot wounds, if you really fight, it should be either you die or I die. I thought maybe the two of you could put on a big show, and as a result, you two really failed me. No, it should be said that she failed me. Tang Song glanced at him, "She was hurt like that by you, she didn't take the opportunity to retaliate against you last night, but took care of you all night, you say, isn't it too boring." ”

The night owl glanced at him.

For a long time, I didn't speak with a stiff face, not knowing what I was thinking.

Tang Song examined him, and after a while, he could only hear him suddenly say in a low voice: "Hand, what's going on?"

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