He came to her, took the pillow from her hand, and threw it on the bed.

The man wrapped his iron arm around her waist, looked down at her, and his tone was a little aggrieved: "I don't want to be alone in the empty room." ”

Ye Mian: "......"

She was almost amused by him, and swept away the haze of self-blame and sadness just now.

"If you don't want to, you have to endure it." She pursed her lips and smiled.

"I don't want to bear it, do we all have to sleep in separate rooms in the future? What do you do when you hurt yourself when you are emotionally unstable? Well, if you sleep next to me, I will be steady. Qiao Zhanbei's forehead was against her forehead, and his snort sprayed on the tip of her nose, and her voice was wet.

The words fell, bent over, buried in her neck socket and kissed.

It's very flirtatious.

Ye Mian tried to maintain his concentration and not be seduced by his beauty.

The heart said: He actually said that he was down-to-earth, and she would kill him when she went crazy, and he was still down-to-earth.

She also understood that he was really reluctant to sleep separately from her, and she herself was even more reluctant.

Sleeping in his arms is a very down-to-earth, safe, and a sense of fulfillment.

But she was still ruthless, "I slept alone before, and I never hurt myself, you can rest assured of this." ”

After the morning experience, in her heart, his personal safety came first.

Qiao Zhanbei still wanted to insist, Ye Mian stood on tiptoe, took the initiative to kiss him, comforted him, and after the two kissed for a while, she picked up the pillow and was about to leave.

He stopped her again, "I should sleep in the guest room in the separate room, you sleep in the master bedroom, and I will lull you to sleep before leaving." ”

Ye Mian raised her head to look at the chandelier, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and restrained her hatred: "In my memory, this room-"

Qiao Zhanbei immediately understood, his big hand stroked her back and gently stroked it up and down, "I understand, good, don't think about it." ”

Ye Mian gradually relaxed.

Qiao Zhanbei followed her to the guest room and hugged her, the injury in Ye Mian's palm was still slight, and he was lulled to sleep for a long time.

In the soft light, the sleeping person lay meekly in his arms, arms around his waist, and she exuded a faint familiar sweet smell.

I really want to just hold her like this, and I sleep until dawn.

But, remembering the crying and grief-stricken appearance after she stabbed him in the morning, thinking of her hiding alone in the fire escape, in pain and helplessness, he could only grit his teeth and leave.

She hurt him, she hurt more than he did.

Seeing her in pain, he was even more painful.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek, each kiss, like a feather brushing over her cheek, so gentle, that he reluctantly took her arm away.

"Good, good night." Looking at her sleeping face, Qiao Zhanbei said softly.

He helped her tuck the quilt before leaving her room lonely.

In the second half of the night, Ye Mian was in a daze, through the crack in the door, tilted her head, and saw a corpse hanging in the center of the hall, and a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her.

Mommy, Mommy-

The one who hanged herself was her mother!

She wanted to shout, but she couldn't.

"Mianmian, I was killed by Tang Wanzhou, you have to help me avenge!" In her ears, a female voice sounded, it was her mother's voice.

Suddenly, Ye Mian opened her eyes, and she suddenly surfaced like a drowning person and began to breathe heavily.

After a while, she got up and got out of bed, walked to the door of the room barefoot, opened the door and went out quickly, and when she passed by the living room, she picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and walked towards the master bedroom.

Mother and son pay their debts!

She's going to kill Joe!

Gradually, Ye Mian felt a tearing pain in the palm of her right hand, and a cool feeling came from the bottom of her foot, she lowered her head, and by the light of the wall lamp, she saw that she was holding a fruit knife in her right hand, and she also saw her bare feet.

What is she doing here?

She suddenly realized that she was going to take revenge on Qiao Zhanbei again.

Ye Mian looked at the sharp fruit knife in her hand, looked at the door of the master bedroom close at hand, thinking that she might almost stab Qiao Zhanbei to death, her whole body trembled and trembled, and she couldn't help but clench her hands.

The wound in the palm of her right hand was torn open by the hilt of the knife, and the blood flowed freely, and she took a step away, turned around and ran back to the guest room.

As soon as she returned to the room, she hurriedly threw the fruit knife, and a feeling of fear overwhelmed her.

If she had woken up later, would he have been taken to the hospital by now? The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, she covered her mouth and wept.

……

In silence, the moonlight shines through the white curtain, illuminating a corner of the room.

The woman was wearing a white silk nightdress, squatting at the base of the wall, the back of her head against the wall, her long hair spread out.

She clenched her injured right hand tightly, excessing intense pain to keep herself conscious.

She didn't dare to sleep anymore now.

I'm afraid that after falling asleep, I will wake up and kill Qiao Zhanbei again.

The long night, three hours passed, a sense of sleepiness swept over, Ye Mian's eyelids gradually closed, she woke up suddenly, and pinched the wound in her palm with her fingertips.

The pain in her heart taught her to sober up a little.

Looking at the bloody palms, some of the sutures seemed to be broken, her eyebrows were frowning, and if she pinched it like this, the wound would rot, and Qiao Zhanbei would definitely be worried and distressed.

She got up, found the first aid kit, endured the pain of her heart, cleaned the blood stains on the edge of the wound herself, put on iodophor, and wrapped it in gauze.

When it was almost dawn, another sleepiness struck, and she had no choice but to find a sewing box and prick her thigh with a thin embroidery needle.

This allows you to stay awake without seeing the wound.

Early in the morning, Qiao Zhanbei woke up and went to the guest room to find Ye Mian as soon as possible, before he knocked on the door, she walked out of the room, with a smile on her face, and said softly: "Morning!" ”

Seeing that she was in good spirits, he calmed down, "Morning." Do your palms still hurt? Did you wake up in pain during the night? ”

He cared.

Mentioning the injury in his palm, Ye Mian felt a burst of nervousness.