Shi Miao was taken aback, and the whole person subconsciously stepped back.

The person next to the bed didn't react, just watched her not move.

Then, Shi Miao also smelled the strong smell of wine on his body.

After a pause, she finally took the initiative to speak, "You...... Drunk? ”

Her voice was hoarse and dry, and after her fingers moved, she still didn't have the courage to shake his hand, just looked at him.

Yung did not answer.

But this silence made Shi Miao feel even more suffocated, she slowly clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, "I'll go make you a cup of honey water." ”

With that, she tried to move to the side of the bed.

To her surprise, Rong didn't stop her.

Shi Miao got out of bed barefoot, turned his head to look at him, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

There was no movement in the bedroom, and Rong Ji's mood was calm.

At this time, Shi Miao would rather he grab himself and question, or even pinch his neck, no matter what, it was finally an outburst performance.

But he didn't do anything.

Such calm was like a crumbling knife on Shi Miao's neck.

- Death is not terrible, waiting for death is terrible.

Thinking of this, Shi Miao's hand holding the water cup couldn't help but tremble, and the hot water was poured on the back of her hand, but she didn't seem to feel it, wiped it casually, and returned to the room.

Rong was already sitting on the bed, with his back to her.

She handed him the glass, "Here you go." ”

Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at it, but still didn't move.

Shi Miao mustered up the courage to take his hand.

It was also at that time that she saw a dripping pool of blood on the back of his hand.

Even the cuffs of his shirt were stained red.

Shi Miao's face changed suddenly, and everything that had just been in the dream turned over in an instant!

"You...... Injured? ”

Her voice was harsh.

Rong Ji finally hummed.

It was also at that time that he raised his eyes to look at her, "Are you afraid that I will kill Xiao Youqing?" ”

Shi Miao didn't answer, but his body was obviously shocked!

Some of the water in the cup was also poured out and landed on the back of her hand.

Rong Ji looked at it and chuckled, "Don't worry, I didn't touch him." ”

Shi Miao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and after looking at his wound for a while, he said, "I...... Would you like to take care of the wound for you? ”

……

The lights in the living room were turned on.

Rong Ji's hand rested on Shi Miao's leg and let her help her disinfect and bandage herself.

Her movements were light, her eyes drooping, and her hair slid down her shoulders, obscuring most of the expression on her face.

"San'er." He spoke suddenly.

Shi Miao's fingers trembled slightly, and then he raised his head to look at him.

"I'm in pain." Rong said.

"I'm sorry."

Shi Miao immediately let go of her hand, trying to wipe away the blood oozing from him with something, but the next moment, Rong Ji suddenly grabbed her hand and stuck it on his chest.

"San'er, it's me who hurts here."

His words made Shi Miao's breath stagnate, and he didn't know how to answer.

Rong Ji's hand that was holding her tightened a little, "It really hurts, what should I do?" ”

"We ...... Go to the hospital, right? Shi Miao asked cautiously.

Rong Ji looked at her and didn't speak.

The throbbing pain of his heart rattled the nerves throughout his body, and like volatile alcohol, his body was ruffled, and bloodthirsty and brutal thoughts took over his thoughts.

He tried to suppress it.

But the more depressed it is, the more it hurts.

He knew that it was all fake—her concern was fake, her caution was fake, and it was all fake when she said she wouldn't leave.

Everyone wanted to leave him.

His father, Chu Xi back then, and Yu Shimiao now.