Zhao Pingjin didn't coax her anymore, got up and went to get her clothes and take a shower.

About twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, but Xu He was nowhere to be seen on the big bed.

His hand holding the towel paused, but quickly composure.

She couldn't open the door of the room and couldn't get out, and the terrace was also equipped with an invisible protective net, so she should be safe.

Wiping his hair indiscriminately, Zhao Pingjin put down the towel and walked directly to the terrace.

The floor-to-ceiling window was opened by her, and the layers of white veils danced in the wind, and she was behind the light veil, a very thin and delicate figure.

Barefoot, with loose hair, but with a lit cigarette in his hand.

Just looking at her back, I felt lonely and lonely.

Zhao Pingjin's heart hurt a little.

He walked over with a light step, "Want to learn to smoke?" ”

Xu He didn't look back, just took the cigarette and looked at the mottled wound on his arm.

He was vaguely nervous in his heart, but he was afraid of stimulating her emotions, so his voice was as calm as possible: "It's not good for girls to smoke, but if you want to try it, I can teach you." ”

Xu He raised a pair of empty dark eyes and looked at him: "Zhao Pingjin." ”

She called his name, almost silently, very softly, as if she had no strength.

"What's wrong, He'er."

"You say...... If the cigarette butt is burned, will it burn off a layer of skin and flesh, and what grows out again will be new, clean skin, right? ”

She moved her hand with a cigarette, and Zhao Pingjin subconsciously raised her hand to hold her wrist, but she trembled so much, and her eyes gradually became out of control madness.

"Want to know?" Zhao Pingjin's voice was still very soft, but the strength with which he held her hand was so heavy.

Xu He's lips were trembling faintly, and she desperately wanted to pull out her hand and press the cigarette on her arm.

But Zhao Pingjin suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

A long section of soot fell, and the scarlet end of the cigarette became more and more conspicuous.

And the next moment, the cigarette butt landed on his wrist, and with the sound of the skin and flesh being burned, a faint smell of burnt flesh hit the tip of his nose.

Xu He's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but Zhao Pingjin kept holding it until the cigarette butt was completely crushed on his wrist.

"If you want to know, we can try it, but we can't try it on you." Zhao Pingjin let go of his hand and took away the extinguished cigarette.

Xu He looked at him tremblingly, and suddenly choked up, her eyes were full of moisture, and she was about to cry.

"Look, I'm burned, you're going to cry, if you burn yourself, how distressed will I be?"

Zhao Pingjin stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, and touched her hair: "You can do whatever you want, but just don't hurt yourself again, if you can't control it and have to do something, do it on me." ”

"Now, it's time for us to go to bed."

Xu He was led back to the room by his hand in a daze.

The lights in the room have been re-installed and the bedside sleep lights are slightly brighter than usual, but they are not uncomfortable.

He hugged her and lay down, the quilt was pulled up, the moment Xu He closed his eyes, his neck suddenly cooled slightly for a moment, she subconsciously opened her eyes, but saw that he was hanging a white jade Buddha statue around her neck.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, this is with the Bodhisattva from the Puji Temple, open the light, ward off evil, you take it, in the future, the evil will not invade, the years are long."

After Zhao Pingjin finished speaking, his dry and warm palm stroked her eyes: "Close your eyes and sleep." ”

When his hand was taken down, she obediently closed her eyes.

Zhao Pingjin leaned over and kissed her face: "Good night...... He'er. ”

He lay on his side, one arm wrapped around her, occasionally patting her arm.

After another moment, Xu He suddenly closed his eyes and said, "You go and deal with the injury." ”

"Out of the way."

"I hate that smell."

Xu He frowned, but Zhao Pingjin smiled, he stood up, and kissed her side cheek again: "Okay, listen to He'er." ”

He got up to deal with the injury, and briefly treated the bite on his chest, and estimated that it took four or five minutes, but when he came back, he found that Xu He was asleep.

She was lying on her side, holding the jade Buddha on her chest with one hand, and pressing the other hand under her face, sleeping incomparably sweet, and even making a small purring sound, like a little pig.

Zhao Pingjin looked at her from the bedside, and his heart was full of satisfaction and relief that could not be described in words.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the mood at this time is like that of a loving father guarding his daughter who has recovered from illness, as if she is willing to do anything as long as she gets better.

Zhao Pingjin moved very lightly, lay down beside her, and encircled her whole person in his arms.

Her thin back, pressed against his chest, their bodies tightly pressed together like a mosaic.

Zhao Pingjin closed his eyes and listened to Xu He's breathing.

The night was very deep, and this night was no longer as tormenting and long as before, and it was so fascinating.

Although Xu He woke up from a nightmare in the early hours of the morning, Zhao Pingjin seemed to have touched some doorways and knew how to appease her most effectively.