If he saw that the sutures of the wound on her palm were broken, he would have suspected that she would have hurt herself when she slept alone.

In that case, he would not have let her sleep in the guest room.

If she slept with him last night, now they must be in the hospital again. Thinking of the scene in the middle of the night, when she was holding a fruit knife to kill him, she was still extremely flustered and afraid.

He would be even more upset if he knew that she didn't dare to sleep to hurt herself to stay awake.

Ye Mian tried his best to keep his composure, shook his head gently, and raised the corners of his lips: "I took painkillers before going to bed last night, and I didn't feel any pain, and I slept until dawn." I also wiped iodophor myself and changed the gauze. ”

As she spoke, Ye Mian raised her right hand to show him, and she held on to her spirits.

Qiao Zhanbei twisted his eyebrows, with a little reproach in his tone, "Why don't you wait for me to help you change?" Can you do it yourself? Let me see. ”

He stepped forward, clasped her wrist with his big hand, and pinched one end of the gauze with his fingers, about to tear it open.

Ye Mian panicked, her eyes turned, her body threw herself into his arms, leaning softly in his arms, and her injured hand broke away from his hand.

With two arms around his neck, he stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips.

She deliberately kissed him to distract him.

The woman's soft lips pressed against his, the slightest electric current spread from the lip flap, the man's eyes sank, dyed with lust, his big hand held the back of her head, and the tongue of fire pried open her teeth, and conquered the city in her sweet mouth.

The man in the morning has the most lust, as if she exudes a strong hormonal aura from head to toe, and she is wrapped in this seductive breath.

Gradually, she forgot what was on her mind, and indulged in his hot kisses, her hot chest, her legs limp, and her slump in his arms.

"Hmm...... I am hungry. She gasped as she let go.

After kissing him, she felt that she was about to lose her strength, and she was already lacking sleep.

Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and he was about to enter the bedroom with her in his arms, but he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "Go in and feed you." ”

Ye Mian: "......"

Where did he want to go?

"It's not! I'm really hungry! It's hungry! She patted his hand on the back.

If she is tossed and tossed by him again, she will die violently.

Qiao Zhanbei: "......"

He hung his head, looked at her puffed little face, and pecked her the cheek, "I'll go take a cold shower first." ”

He let her go.

After a while, she looked at his back and advised, "Don't get water on the wound." ”

Qiao Zhanbei turned his back to her and made a gesture.

Looking at his back disappearing at the door of the room, Ye Mian lowered his eyes, looked at the gauze on his right hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned against the wall tiredly, because of lack of sleep, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and nausea and vomiting.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, she had to endure it, and she couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

During the day, Qiao Zhanbei was injured and did not go to the company, so he chose to hold a video conference with the executives at home and deal with work emails.

While making him pour-over coffee, Ye Mian quietly drank three cups of original bitter coffee in a row to refresh himself.

He is at home, and she does not dare to sleep during the day, and she is always aware so as not to be controlled by emotions.

At night, Qiao Zhanbei was reluctant to sleep in separate rooms, and she troubled her for a long time, and she finally got rid of him.

As soon as he left, she locked the door.

Ye Mian laid out a yoga mat on the ground, she sat down, sat cross-legged with her legs in a lotus position, put on earplugs, put her hands in the form of wisdom mudras, placed them on her knees, her back straightened, and listened to the gentle and soothing guidance from the earbuds, and meditated.

I don't think about anything in my head, and focus my attention on one breath and one breath.

It's just that in the second half of the night, sleepiness hit, she sat cross-legged on the ground, her head gradually drooped, and as soon as she lowered it, she suddenly opened her eyes.

She couldn't sleep.

Can't sleep.

Ye Mian panicked, and his brain kept giving instructions to himself.

She got up, kept blinking her eyelids, her brain was in chaos, she forced herself into the bathroom, turned on the faucet of the sink, and was about to hold the water with both hands, realizing the injury of her right hand, she could only hold the cold water in one hand, and kept pounced on her face.

After washing her face with cold water, she was a little less sleepy, but as soon as she returned to the bedroom, she wanted to sleep again and again.

Can't sleep!

She gritted her teeth.

Ye Mian took advantage of the faint light of the bedside lamp, opened the bedside table, took out the embroidery needle from it, she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the nightdress, her skin was fair, her flesh was firm and full, and her slender thighs without a trace of fat came out.

Under the light, she closed her eyes, and tightly pinched a slender silver needle between her fingers, stabbing it towards her smooth and delicate thighs like a baby's face.

The tip of the needle pierced her skin, and the slender needle pierced deep into it and was pulled out again, blood the size of a needle sticking out of her skin.

The slightest pain taught her to be a little clearer.

It's just that soon, sleepiness hit her again, and she only kept stabbing herself.

On her fair thighs, little by little, fine red needle holes were left.

The needle wound is extremely small, and it usually heals in a day, and Qiao Zhanbei will not suspect it when she helps her wipe her body at night.

"Knock knock—"

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

Ye Mian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't dare to pant and looked at the door.

It must be Qiao Zhanbei.

He didn't worry about her, so he came to "round the room" in the middle of the night.

Relieved, she hurriedly dropped the needle, pulled down the nightdress, uncovered the quilt and drilled into the quilt, and turned off the bedside lamp.

She locked the door, and after he knocked for a moment, there was no movement outside.

It should be gone.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that she still has to think of a reason to lock the door and deceive him into asking tomorrow morning.

The next day, she pulled the excuse that she slept alone and was used to locking the door.

During the day, taking advantage of Qiao Zhanbei taking Qiao Qiao to early education, Ye Mian hid in the attic alone, and set the alarm clock on the lazy sofa in the corner to make up for sleep.

When I made up for sleep, I didn't sleep well, I was in a light sleep, and I was accompanied by various nightmares, and after I woke up, I still impulsively wanted to take revenge on Qiao Zhanbei.

The maid watched her run downstairs, rushed to the kitchen like crazy, picked up the kitchen knife, and shouted to kill.

Fortunately, Qiao Zhanbei was not at home, and she quickly sobered up.

The pain threshold will get higher and higher, and at night, she will find that the sting of the needle prick is no longer effective for her.

Late at night, Ye Mian dozed off, and woke up again when he lowered his head.

She rushed to the bathroom, wanting to wash her face with cold water, and when she accidentally glanced at the shower and the bathtub, she rushed over, turned on the shower, and drenched herself in the face and body.

The late autumn night in the capital is already chilly.

The cotton pajamas were soaked, clinging to the skin, the cold feeling penetrated her skin and pierced into the bones, Ye Mian was so frozen that her teeth kept shivering, and the cerebral cortex seemed to be tightly constricted, and she was sleepy.

She shuddered incessantly, her lips purple and white from the cold, but she smiled reassuringly.

In the mirror, she was soaked, her face was pale and haggard, her lips were dark blue, there were deep dark circles under her eyes, her whole body was soaked, and her hair was wet.

Looking at herself like this, she told herself in her heart: Don't forget to cover your dark circles tomorrow morning.

She had to continue to try her best to deceive Qiao Zhanbei.

Ye Mian walked towards the door of the bathroom, and as she walked, her eyes went dark, and she fell down with a "bang".

"Sleep!"

In the master bedroom, Qiao Zhanbei was awakened by a nightmare and woke up with a panicked shout.

I forgot what kind of dream I had, and my heart panicked, like something had happened to her. He didn't hesitate, immediately got up and got out of bed, got out of the master bedroom, and went straight to the guest room.

The door of the guest room was the same as last night, and she locked it again, and he knocked for a long time but she didn't come to open it.

My heart was still uneasy.

Either way, he had to go in and see her tonight.

Soon, the door lock was picked open by him with a tool.

Qiao Zhanbei pushed the door in.

In the room, only the bedside lamp was dimly lit, a pink yoga mat lay on the floor, and the big bed was empty, and the quilt was neatly folded into a long tube.

"Sleep?"

Qiao Zhanbei was shocked and shouted in a deep voice.

He saw the bathroom lights on, took a big stride, and rushed over.

"Sleep!"

As soon as Qiao Zhanbei arrived at the door of the bathroom, he saw Ye Mian lying on the floor tiles, motionless.

His heart contracted and his breathing stopped.

After a moment's pause, he stepped over to her, soaking wet.

"Sleepy, good, what's wrong with you? Wake up. He crouched down, probed her snort, and gently patted her cheek.

Ye Mian didn't react, only his teeth kept shivering.

Her eyes were closed, there were deep dark circles under her eyes, her face was pale and haggard, her lips were blue, her whole body was soaked, and her pajamas were stuck to her body.

In the middle of the night, she was wearing pajamas, why did she collapse in the bathroom soaking wet?

Qiao Zhanbei didn't have time to think about it, he picked her up horizontally and returned to the bedroom.

He hugged her and sat on the edge of the bed, her soaked pajamas quickly wet his pajamas, she was cold, Qiao Zhanbei choked in pain, and quickly helped her take off her pajamas.

Qiao Zhanbei pulled down Ye Mian's pajama pants, and before he could retreat to his knees, his movements stopped, and his heart shook suddenly.

Her thighs were dazzlingly white, and the little red wounds on the lining were clearer, and he hung his head and looked carefully, as if they were needle holes!

Why do she have so many needle holes in her legs?

Qiao Zhanbei's brain was buzzing, and his heart was beating and aching like a pinprick, as if these needles were all on his heart.

He vaguely understood that the needle holes were pierced by herself.

This realization taught Qiao Zhanbei's heart to twist fiercely, and his hands trembled as he took off the rest of her soaked clothes.

……

Hospitals, wards.

The woman lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes, she sat up in shock, grabbed the flower basket on the bedside table, and rushed out of bed barefoot.

"The surname Joe, I'll kill you! Qiao Zhanbei, get out of here! She roared madly into the air, her eyes blank.

The nurse who entered the door saw this scene and was frightened by her appearance, so she hurriedly withdrew and ran to call the doctor.

Qiao Zhanbei came out of the doctor's duty room, watching the nurse run out of Ye Mian's ward, with a panicked look, his face sank, and he immediately walked to the ward.

In the ward, it was already a mess.

Flowers in the flower basket, fruit in the fruit basket were scattered all over the ground, chairs fell to the ground, and the coffee table was kicked over.

At the base of the wall, a woman in a hospital gown squatted against the wall, barefoot, her long hair disheveled, holding a fragment of a vase in her hand, cutting her arm one by one.

On the white arm, blood was cut one by one, blood dripped down, and the white porcelain pieces were dyed red.

"You're sleeping again...... Can't sleep...... Can't sleep......" she murmured, stunned.

"Sleep!"

Qiao Zhanbei approached, and when he heard her words, his heart was like a knife.

He only now understands that after they slept in separate rooms, she actually didn't sleep every night, and when she was sleepy, she pricked herself with a needle and took a cold shower to stay awake!

She was afraid that after she slept and relaxed, she would not be able to control her hatred for him and hurt him again as she had done that morning.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart seemed to be covered by the porcelain piece in her hand, and he was out of breath in pain, his eyes were red, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Ye Mian looked at him, and then looked at the porcelain in his hand, at a loss.

She was discovered by him.

The man walked towards her and squatted down in front of her, Ye Mian pursed his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't organize words, and his brain was chaotic like a mess.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't speak, he lowered his head, held her wrist, and pinched the blood-stained porcelain in her hand with the other hand, the man let out a low whimper from the depths of his throat, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Qiao......" Ye Mian shouted in a low voice, his eyes locked on the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Her throat choked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"After sleeping in a separate room on the first night, I, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was going to kill you again, I took a fruit knife, but fortunately I woke up in time, and after that, I didn't dare to sleep, I was afraid that I would...... Whew......" she explained to him sobbing.

In front of her, there is no foundation, concealer, lipstick modification, her face is pale and haggard, and the dark circles under her eyes are very heavy.

Qiao Zhanbei swallowed his choked throat, he got up, pulled her up, held her in his arms, his chin against the top of her hair, and his other hand pressed tightly against her back.

"Ye Mian, if you treat yourself like this, you might as well kill me!" The man's voice was hoarse, and his grief seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Mian lay in his arms and sobbed, "I don't know what to do to make the right ......"

Apart, she can't bear him, he can't bear her, they love each other deeply, even if she is full of hateful memories for him, her heart loves him.

Without separation, she is like a ticking time bomb that could hurt her at any moment.

That's all she can do, stay awake all the time.

Ye Mian's question also asked Qiao Zhanbei's sore spot, and he didn't know what he should do.

After a long time, he remembered the wound on her arm, hugged her and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Good, let the nurse come and treat the wound for you." ”

Ye Mian nodded.

When the nurse came in, Qiao Zhanbei went out.

On the rooftop, he asked Shi Yanshen for a cigarette, lit it, bit it in his mouth, and took a few deep puffs.

"What are you going to do? I still haven't been able to contact a psychic hypnotist who can heal her. Shi Yanshen walked to his side, turned his face to look at him, and asked calmly.

Qiao Zhanbei smoked a cigarette and was silent.

"If she continues like this, she will torture herself to death before she breaks down." Shi Yanshen said, "Many hypnotists suggest that in her case, it is best to erase the memory about you. ”