Wen Yao raised her eyes and saw Ji Mingchen sitting on a single sofa chair next to the bed.

The man sat elegantly and dignified, his white and slender fingers were holding a porcelain-white coffee cup, and on the knees of Erlang's legs were spread out a parchment scroll.

He is wearing a white shirt today with a cold gray suit vest and trousers, probably to match this outfit, and a pair of metal silver-framed glasses are also set on the bridge of his tall nose, which makes his cold and ascetic temperament more and more scum.

Seeing this, Wen Yao: "......"

She was a little skeptical that he had more clothes than a woman......

Ji Mingchen put down the coffee cup, closed the book and put it aside, and looked at her lazily: "Is this a decision?" From now on, never return to Beizhou? ”

Wen Yao nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Didn't Meyasha take care of me last night? How are you ...... here?"

Ji Mingchen reached out and took the kettle on the small coffee table next to him, poured a glass of warm water into the glass, and then handed the cup to her: "I came back at nine o'clock last night." ”

Wen Yao was stunned, quickly sat up, and took it slowly.

Ji Mingchen: "After Mei Yasha left, I personally gave you a fever-reducing injection, and then I went to take a shower and change my clothes. ”

Wen Yao was so thirsty that she looked up at him while drinking water, not knowing what he wanted to express.

"Then, in order to observe your condition, I sat here until now, and it is now half past six in the afternoon, and it is almost dark."

“……”

Although she knew that this person said these things on purpose, Wen Yao was still a little moved.

In the past in the thirteenth district of Beizhou, not to mention being cared for so intimately when she was sick and feverish, she didn't even have time to rest alone for two days.

She needs to listen to Shen Yichuan's arrangements, complete large and small tasks, take care of the team members, and care about their daily life......

Even if he was injured very, very seriously and couldn't move, it was a person who stayed in the base dormitory and survived alone.

Shen Yichuan would occasionally come to see her, but most of the time he wouldn't.

Because he thinks that there is no such thing as companionship, in his words, even if he is there, he will not be able to speed up the healing of her wounds, and it is better to do something more valuable with this time.

In his eyes, the actual value of higher rights is always above all else.

Wen Yao held the cup, thinking back to last night's dream, and her mood was low for no reason.

She seemed to dream of Shen Yichuan again last night......

Even if he tells himself not to think about it when he is awake and never looks back, but dreams, which are uncontrollable, always show his figure.

Ji Mingchen looked at the sick Wen Yao, and reached out to touch her forehead, after confirming that she was not burning, he stood up leisurely: "The sun has set, you can get up little lazy worm." ”

“……”

"New clothes are in the closet, change by yourself." Leaving this sentence, Ji Mingchen went out politely.

Wen Yao looked at the man's back, got out of bed slowly, she opened the wardrobe suspiciously, but she didn't expect that the cabinet that was empty yesterday was now full of two rows of clothes, mostly white or blue and pink.

Stretching out your hand, there are pure white flower wedding dresses, blue and white porcelain short cheongsam with blue flowers on a white background, orange pastoral floral skirts, and lilac puff sleeve princess dresses with diamonds......

In short, they are all beautiful and gorgeous princess dresses, which are very girly.

Seeing that Wen Yao was in a trance for a while, is this still the end of the world?

In such a world where it is difficult to survive, I'm afraid it's too ostentatious to dress like this, and these heavy and beautiful skirts are really suitable for killing zombies and fighting monsters?

Wen Yao used to wear a black jacket that was uniform at the base, and even if she occasionally wore something else, it was limited to sports and casual wear.

It's not that she doesn't like beautiful clothes, but there are no occasions and conditions that are suitable for wearing, which leads to her first reaction when she sees these dresses now.

Frowning and flipping, I finally chose a sky blue dress with a slightly simpler term.

Wen Yao cleaned herself up and stepped out of the door, Ji Mingchen sat on the sofa in the living room and raised his eyes, his eyes looked up from the girl's ankles, the sky blue lined her face with a clear appearance, and her skin was as white as clotted fat.

The only shortcomings were the lack of accessories, and the hanging belt of the waist still hanging down at the sides, and the princess dress was worn by her like a loose nightdress.

Ji Mingchen couldn't help but say, "Come here." ”

Wen Yao walked over: "What's wrong?" ”

"Turn around." Ji Mingchen said, lifted her hand, and then went around her waist and pulled the two drapes back......

Wen Yao turned back inexplicably: "What are you doing?" ”

Ji Mingchen tied the drape at her waist into a perfect bow, and then raised his eyes to meet her gaze, his peach blossom eyes slightly hooked: "Why can't you even wear a skirt." ”

"You're just ......" Wen Yao looked at the bow on her back along the mirror in the living room, looking at the bow drape that was exactly the same length, she also admired: "I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder." ”

……

At half past seven in the evening, the meal was over.

Ji Mingchen led Wen Yao to the restaurant on the second floor, Wen Yao looked at the menu next to the table, and was surprised again: "Can you still order?" ”

She has been in the training camp in Beizhou for seven years, and almost all of her three meals a day are input of fixed nutrients, not to mention that there are no dishes for her to choose from, and even normal food is almost none, mostly nutrient solution protein bars or compressed food.

Ji Mingchen asked her, "What do you want to eat?" ”

For many years after the end of the world, Wen Yao hadn't seen such a thing as a menu for a long time, and now looking at the colorful menu paper, she had a dreamy feeling like a world away: "...... Whatever? ”

The corners of Ji Mingchen's lips curved slightly, and he bowed his chin: "The meal has been ordered, everything is freshly made, you can order it casually." ”

Is the "......" treatment so good?

After Ji Mingchen finished ordering Wen Yao, he added a few dishes, and when the steak was served, seeing that Wen Yao was about to take the knife, he took the knife for cutting the steak one step ahead of her.

Wen Yao had no choice but to withdraw her hand and pick up a small spoon to dig up the cream cake.

Ji Mingchen instructed while cutting the steak: "The Silver Moon Knife has been put away for you, and you are not allowed to take it again in the future." ”

Wen Yao paused slightly, and quickly understood what he meant: "Understood." ”

There are more than 300 commanders in the base of the 13th District of Beizhou, and she is not famous as the deputy commander of a team, but there are too few people who use cold weapons in these years, and her knife skills are good, resulting in the Silver Moon Knife having some names in various regions of the four continents.

Holding the Silver Moon Knife in a grand manner is equivalent to sticking the identity of the commander of Beizhou to his face.

Wen Yao took a sip of water, the cream on the small cake was stained on the rim of the cup, Ji Mingchen saw it, and reminded: "Face ...... And cups. ”