Chapter 401： A strong sense of anxiety

Luo Qiao looked at him for a while, then looked away.

With his words, she felt a little relieved.

At least, in this situation, he has no reason to lie to her with this.

Although she still didn't understand what would happen if she stayed here with him for three days.

Soon after the game was cleared, Luo Qiao rubbed her neck, and Shen Jikong put the gamepad aside, glanced at her, her eyes calm: "Are you hungry?"

It should be hungry, it has been so long.

After Shen Jikong finished speaking, without waiting for her response, he got up and walked out of the room with long legs.

He heard the sound of opening the refrigerator outside.

Luo Qiao went out and leaned against the door, watching him take the ingredients out of the refrigerator.

This dark room is like a small house. Everything is fully equipped. There is no dust in the room just now. Obviously he comes here often.

Shen Jikong took the ingredients to the pool to clean, and heard his not too clear voice in the faint sound of water: "If you have nothing to do, come and help me?" He turned his head and looked at her, very weak. He twitched his mouth: "I will let you leave after three days. There is no need to treat me as an enemy, right?"

When he said that, Luo Qiao remained silent for a while before walking over.

She took the vegetables from his hand and put them under the faucet to wash them carefully one by one.

The light is not bright. From the angle of Shen Jikong, you can see Luo Qiao's quiet face with white brows and white eyes. She has her eyes down and her red lips are pursed in a very supple posture.

He looked at her, his heart seemed to be pinched little by little. The pain was not obvious, but it was endless.

...

Shen Jikong's cooking skills are very good, simple dishes, but very good taste.

After Luo Qiao finished eating, Shen Jikong asked her softly, "Are you full?"

Luo Qiao nodded, and at the same time noticed that the contents of Shen Ji's empty bowl were basically unchanged, her brows were slightly frowned, and he had not spoken yet, and he had already got up and cleared the dishes.

The whole body breath is very weak.

After that, he didn't say anything. On the first night, Luo Qiao was lying on the bed, all around her was very quiet, even her breathing was clearly audible.

Shen Jikong sat on a chair. He took a pack of cigarettes from the table, tore off the thin plastic film, took out one, bit it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The sudden light of the fire made his exquisite face even more stunning and impeccable. His eyelashes were drooping, and his silent appearance had a taste of coldness and sensuality intertwined in it.

Luo Qiao turned over and saw this scene.

Shen Jikong lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. When he noticed her sight, he looked at her, his eyelids moved lightly, his hoarse voice, "Can't sleep?"

She didn't speak yet, and heard him whisper again: "The lights are too bright?"

He got up, put the cigarette between his fingers, found the switch, and dimmed the light.

The room suddenly became dark, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of black veil, no matter what emotions were hidden.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a moment, what she wanted to say, but she didn't know what to say, the faint smell of tobacco floated over, and she couldn't help but cough lightly.

There was a suppressed very light cough, but Shen Jikong noticed that he glanced in her direction and stretched out his hand to extinguish the smoke.

The voice was hoarse and low: "Sorry."

...

It was late at night, and Shen Jikong sat in a chair for a while, then stepped forward to the bed.

Luo Qiao has fallen asleep.

She said that she hated him, but she was very relieved of him about this kind of thing, maybe even Luo Qiao knew that she couldn't really touch her.

Shen Jikong sat on the edge of the bed, supported her head, and looked at her steadily.

As if he couldn't see enough, he sometimes wondered if he met her earlier than Ming Siran, the result would be different.

Will she like him? Will she look at him like she looks at that man?

He thought that if he met Luo Qiao when she was very young, he would treat her as well.

Time passed by, and it was already late at night. Shen Jikong sat there with loneliness, but he couldn't bear to look away.

The first night passed like this.

The next morning, due to the biological clock, Luo Qiao woke up on time, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the man lying next to her bed asleep.

Shen Jikong's black hair is soft, eyes closed, his face is a little pale, his eyelashes are covered, and a small shadow is swept under his eyes.

Luo Qiao was slightly startled looking at him like this.

She frowned and got up, but her scalp was twitched at this moment. She hissed softly, and her movements suddenly stopped.

The sight fell on Shen Ji's hand.

I don't know when, the man's fingers grabbed a strand of her hair, and the black hair was wrapped between his fingers, even if he fell asleep at this time, he did not relax at all.

This posture close to dependence...

Luo Qiao was startled, because the man who was pulling her hair perceived her movement, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at her for a while, and her figure was reflected in his slightly pale pupils. After a while, he said softly, "Morning."

Luo Qiao did not speak, Shen Jikong let go of her hair, stood up straight, her voice could not be heard: "There is a change of clothes in the cabinet, and there are new toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom. You can use them."

After speaking, he didn't pause and went straight into the bedroom.

Luo Qiao sat on the bed for a while, glanced at the entrance of the dark room, then retracted her gaze, took a change of clothes from the cabinet, and went into the bathroom to wash.

When she finished washing and then went into the bedroom, she saw that Shen Jikong had selected a movie and was sitting on the sofa watching it.

"You asked me to stay here with you for three days, just eat and watch a movie?" Luo Qiao was really not sure what he wanted to do.

Hearing the words, Shen Jikong paused and looked at her.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and pulled the corners of his lips slightly: "Why, you let me do something else?"

"..." Luo Qiao pursed his lips and didn't say a word, he knew she didn't mean that.

Shen Jikong patted the sofa beside him, and said lightly: "Come and sit down."

What he opened was a comedy with a funny plot. When he saw something interesting, Shen Jikong would smile slightly.

Luo Qiao turned her head to look at him. The current way of getting along is like when they first met, playing games, watching movies and chatting, relaxing and happy.

I don't know why, the more he is like this, the stronger Luo Qiao's feeling of anxiety will be.

...

This calm continued until late at night the next day.

There were more than twenty hours before he said he let her go.

Shen Jikong poured a glass of red wine for Luo Qiao and a glass for himself.

Under the light and shadow, the red wine in the glass was lingering. He stared at the glass of wine, his eyelashes drooping, and he spoke lightly, "Actually, before meeting you, I always thought it was boring to live."

Luo Qiao paused slightly and looked at him.