"Hey, you idiot, my grandson ......"

As soon as I entered the roller shutter door, I heard familiar film and television lines coming from inside.

Jiang Rong's eyebrows raised slightly,—— I didn't expect that he still liked to watch Journey to the West.

"Master Xiao Lu, are you in there?"

Inside the house, Wukong, Bajie, brothers, friends, brothers, brothers, brothers No one responded.

"Master Xiao Lu?"

She tentatively walked to the door, and was about to look in when her vision was blocked by a human wall.

A wall of pure wheat-colored ...... Wall.

The corners of Jiang Rong's eyes jumped twice, and the person froze in place.

Even if Jiang Chuang has been exercising in the army for so many years, his muscle lines are perfect, his eight-pack abdominal muscles are even stronger, and he can't find any fat on his body...... But in the face of what she saw at this moment......

Sure enough, God can be cruel sometimes.

Without contrast, there is no harm......

Ahem –

But he also has so many scars on his body?

She had always thought he just had a stab wound in the shoulder. I didn't expect that to be just the tip of the iceberg......

Large and small, different shades.

Some stabbed diagonally upwards from the lower abdomen, some seemed to be stabbed directly into it by some sharp weapon, and there was a circular scar the thickness of a finger......

That is, gunshot wounds.

One second, three seconds, five seconds......

The wall in front of him moved, and he took a few steps back.

Only then did Jiang Rong realize that he was too rude.

"I ...... I'm here to deliver the dumplings. She was in a hurry and hurriedly lifted the lunch box.

The man turned around and grabbed a robe and put it on.

Expected to be left aside.

Jiang Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Aunt Miao's bag."

No response.

"She has something to do, let me bring it to you."

“…… Let it go. Thank you. ”

- Finally!

Jiang Rong was overjoyed, and his eyes brightened a few degrees. It's even more exciting than when I was a kid and I got the first place in the exam.

She hurriedly put the lunch box on the table.

"Cook dumplings while they are hot, and they will be lumpy in a while."

"Yes."

……

Silent again.

He really didn't bother to say a word.

"Actually, I came all the way to say thank you."

……

Jiang Rong was a little tired.

Looking at the man who was a few meters away from her, and seemed to have been leaning against the kitchen counter since she came in.

"Aunt Miao said you were seriously injured."

"Skin trauma." The arm was received behind him without a trace.

She suddenly remembered the back of his hand that had been handled casually by him before.

Just as he was about to remind him to "be careful not to get infected", he caught a glimpse of the potion and gauze on the desk by the window.

"Do you want to change your dressing?" No wonder I didn't wear a top.

"I can help you."

The man, who had been leaning on the console all the time and didn't even tilt his head towards ginger velvet, finally took a deep breath.

"No, you don't."

Turning around, he grabbed an orange and put it on the cutting board.

Why doesn't he say anything, and she can have so many words?

"Trouble leave me alone for a while."

His voice was extremely low and his tone was tired.

is full of life and lovelessness, like holding on for one more second and dying away.

Ginger Rong was slightly stunned.

After a moment of silence that even the heartbeat was very abrupt.

She spoke again.

"I've seen a movie before."

The man slowly picked up the second orange.

- It's been a long time since I've experienced despair so really......

"Have you seen Twilight?"

“……”

"Are you a vampire?"

Whew—

A knife missed, and the orange gurgled and rolled into the pool.

It was picked up again on the cutting board.

"My blood is different? Makes you smell bad? ”

……

"It's not." How many questions she still has.

"Isn't it?"

Suddenly there was movement behind him.

Caught off guard, a fair, slender hand broke into sight.

pressed on his hand.

Delicate as clotted cream, soft hands.

"Hot."

The voice is so soft and soothing.

"Not really."

When the woman was confirmed, she removed her hand.

His dark eyes looked at his hand, and the hideous wound on the back of his hand had not yet healed.

"Then you're deliberately avoiding me?"

A strong force suddenly grabbed the arm.

He didn't have time to react, and his body was already being dragged around.

to those dark and clear eyes. Suddenly, the man had an idea.

If he had listened like this and not answered, and had been as silent as he had done to others, she would never have stopped.

“…… No. ”

The heart is a little confused.

"Since you don't, let me help you change the dressing."

"No, you don't."

Jiang Rong clenched his fists slightly.

"If I have a troubled conscience, I won't go." Her gaze was firm, but her tone was deliberative. "If you don't bother me, I don't mind being here with you."

"You ......"

"I'll leave after changing the medicine."

……

He threw in the towel.

The wound was deep and long, stretching from the wrist to the elbow.

Jiang Rong endured it, but he still couldn't control his tears.

Smack.

Fell on his wounds.

"I'm sorry." She hurriedly raised her hand and wiped it on her face.

Obviously he was so badly injured, but he didn't say a word at the time, and he didn't even look at his arm more.

Compare that bastard who was kicked to the point where Devil Cried Wolf......

People are not machines, how can a knife not hurt when it is cut on the body.

Unless he has experienced a wound that is more serious, more painful, and more tragic than this.

Thinking about it, her vision blurred again.

Tears fell to her eyelashes, flashing as her slightly quivering eyelids flickered.

“…… Never mind. ”

A low voice seemed to be suppressed from the top of his head.

Jiang Rong didn't say anything, just nodded, and his face was almost buried in the wound.

He is not blind.

Jiang Rong did everything in his eyes.

The guilt that kept growing in his heart weighed him down.

He could bear everything without changing his face, but he didn't seem to be able to bear a tear from her. Even if it's for him.

But now, she was crying for him.

Blame yourself for hurting him?

Or, is it distressing......

There was a long silence.

"You don't have to blame yourself."

No one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

"...... Swap"

"Don't tell me that whoever it is, you'll save it."

A soft but firm tone.

His words were interrupted.

His deep, complicated eyes flashed with surprise.

I couldn't read her expression clearly.

"It's happened, and you're saving me."

His heart fluttered.

- Hmm.