He is still cold and handsome, but he has lost the sharpness of his body.

At this moment, Shen Yue had an indescribable feeling in his heart, which he couldn't say.

Shen Yue just didn't understand why Sang Fan had made himself like this in just a few days.

That's what he looks like.

I felt like I was about to cry.

Not feelings, but affirmations.

Shen Yue was not sleepy, her face was a little pale, she came out in a hurry, her soft and beautiful hair was messily blown on her chest, and her pale face was lined with the bright color of printing, and there was a hint of bright color in the sickly paleness.

Sang Fan pursed his lips lightly, the bright color was extremely conspicuous on that pale face, raised his eyes to look at Sang Fan, and nodded very lightly.

He smiled, as if he was very happy, and naturally took Shen Yue's hand next to him.

"Then let's go home."

He spoke slowly, articulating clearly, and his timbre dragged on a little bit, as if he was afraid of rejection.

Shen Yue's hands were a little cold, not cold, but her physique was like this.

In fact, Shen Yue wanted to say that it was not that Sang Fan was wrong, it was not 'we going home', but that she sent him home.

Shen Yue had already taken a car and was waiting at the entrance of the hospital, Shen Yue held Sang Fan's hand, and the two of them walked with difficulty.

The rain was a little lighter, but it was still falling, and there was no light on the side of the road except for the street lights.

When the two of them got into the car, Shen Yue was already tired and panting, Sang Fan was tall and heavy, so a big tall man, almost the whole person was leaning on her, almost in a hurry.

After talking to the driver about the address, the car fell silent.

Sang Fan lowered his head, his knobly knotted fingers tightly gripping the corners of Shen Yue's clothes all the time, as if he was afraid that Shen Yue would leave him alone.

At first, he actually wanted to hold hands, but Shen Yue didn't want to, so he reluctantly changed to pulling the corners of his clothes.

Shen Yue glanced at Sang Fan, didn't hold back, and asked, "Isn't your wound painful?" ”

She was referring to the opening on her forehead, which looked quite deep, not bleeding, but it looked horrible.

But Sang Fan's face didn't change, just like a nobody.

Sang Fan is very tall, even if he sits, the momentum and sense of oppression are still very strong, he hides his emotions, his restless fingers rub back and forth, gently rubbing the corners of Shen Yue's clothes.

His throat was dry, he took a breath, and gave an unexpected answer.

"It hurts."

Shen Yue blinked, the broken hair on his forehead swept the slightly reddened tails of his eyes, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he turned his head slightly, pursed his lips, his eyes were moist, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Passing by a pharmacy, Shen Yue asked the driver to stop the car, she picked up the umbrella and opened the car door to go out, but felt a pull on the corner of her clothes.

When I turned my head to the side, I saw Sang Fan, who was sitting in the dimly lit back carriage, with a pale face, scarlet eyes, and his head lowered, allowing the black hair on his forehead to be messy, making it difficult to see the emotions on his face.

His voice was a little low and hoarse, and it seemed to contain an unusual tremor and panic.

"You, you, where are you going?"

Shen Yue frowned, but still said in a calm tone, "Let go." ”

Instead of loosening, Sang Fan grabbed tighter, and Shen Yue could feel that his clothes had been ripped off a little.

Sang Fan's head hung even lower, obviously with such a tall figure, there was a stubborn grievance, and the corners of his mouth were trembling with all his might.

The driver was amused when he saw this scene, thinking that the two were a couple, and couldn't help but quip, "Are the young people so slimy now?" Can't leave for a minute? ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Shen Yue's face was thin-skinned, and a faint flush appeared on his pale face, but fortunately, there was no light now, and no one saw it.

She tugged at the corner of her clothes and couldn't pull it back, so she had to explain in a soft voice, "I'm going to buy medicine, let go quickly." ”

Sang Fan seemed to be very uneasy, his bones were white, his expression was focused, his eyes had been staring at Shen Yue tightly, as if a beast had locked onto its prey, the darkness was camouflaged, he was wearing a sheepskin, but his fangs had already been exposed.

In the end, Sang Fan slowly let go of his hand.

Shen Yue held the transparent umbrella and quickly disappeared.

Sang Fan's body pressure was extremely low, and he clenched his fingers.

The driver accosted two sentences, but did not get a response, muttering in his heart that it was strange, but he did not talk to himself anymore.

It's been five minutes.

Sang Fan obviously began to be impatient, his eyes were firmly fixed on the place where Shen Yue had disappeared, his ten fingers overlapped together, and his bones were twisted blue.

The cool breeze is miserable, the dead wood is swaying, and everything is quiet.

Sang Fan's chest rose and fell violently, his face was pale, and the blood on his forehead made him look hideous and gloomy.

Three minutes later.

A slender figure finally came out of the darkness, carrying a bag of medicine in her hand, collecting her umbrella and getting into the car.

The car drove smoothly.

Shen Yue stuffed the medicine into Sang Fan's hand, carefully explained to him how to divide the medicine, and gave him an instruction manual, I really don't understand, you can read the instructions.

There was only one light on in the dim rear compartment, and the crowded space, Sang Fan was so tall, and his long legs were a little aggrieved, and the two of them inevitably bumped into each other, and the air seemed to be slowly heating up.

The light of the street lamp shone on her face through the car window, and the light and shadow were as white as jade and lips as white as flowers.

When she speaks, her lips open and close, her face is as white as snow, and her lips are as bright as bright flower juice, and she looks very soft and very close.

Sang Fan stared intently, trying his best to suppress the strangeness of his heart, he seemed to be able to feel the movement of blood circulation in his heart every time it beat violently, uncontrollably.

He whispered a warning.

Don't jump so fast anymore.

The heart is indifferent

Sang Fan's dark eyes hid all his emotions, his head was slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes covered the bottom of his eyes, and it was blue and black under his eyes, like an abyss.

Beneath this seemingly indifferent exterior is actually a hot surge of volcanic magma.

He tugged at the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

I never let go.

It's been holding on tightly.

They have already sent people home safely, and they are still holding on to their lives.

The apartment looked a little cold, enough to see that the owner hadn't been home for a long time.

Shen Yue wanted to leave, but the corner of her clothes was tightly grasped, and she really had no way to leave unless she took off her clothes.

It was still raining outside, Shen Yue was afraid of the cold, and he simply felt that there was no need to get along with his body.

Shen Yue had no choice but to look at Sang Fan helplessly and lowered his voice, "Sang Fan, I'm going back." ”

He had a hoarse voice, like a child who made a mistake, and he seemed to say those two words over and over again: "Don't go, don't go......"

(End of chapter)