Chapter 1805

He put his chin up and stared at the light. There was a strange light shining between his eyebrows and eyes.

There was a circle of red around the eyes dyed red by the light.

If that person were there, he would hold a fruit juice, press the white tiger to collect hair, and then sit in front of the French window and look at the scenery.

She likes it best.

Although she doesn't say, she just likes this kind of light.

Thin shallow stared at the French window. It seemed that there was a petite figure over there who didn't speak. He just stared outside. Occasionally he looked back, pointed to something and said a few words to him. Most of the time, he was quiet.

The thin shallow lip corner took a bitter sip.

all is quiet at dead of night.

As soon as the window opened, the voices could be heard faintly.

Laughter.

clamorous.

A quarrel.

That's human fireworks.

He didn't like it before. Later, someone took him back to the world, and he began to like this seemingly hypocritical thing.

But now

Thin and shallow eyes darkened.

The man who brought him back to the world has lost his trace.

His human fireworks turned into eight hundred miles of yellow sand. At a glance, there was no more * *.

"Mu Shinian."

"I miss you very much."

……

Mu Shinian woke up from his sleep.

She seemed frightened and was about to get up. As a result, stimulated by the pain on her body, she withdrew again.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while, he slowly got up, picked it up, took a big sip, and then pressed down the bitter taste a little.

She was sweating all over. She was very uncomfortable.

Mu Shinian touched the wet clothes, sighed, struggled to get up, laboriously picked up a suit and put it on, then turned over a suit and crept to the bathroom.

Her wound hasn't healed yet.

The injury from the last fall is still in remission.

The doctor didn't advise her to take a bath.

But she couldn't stand it.

Mu Shinian took his clothes, went to the bathroom, twisted the towel and wiped his body.

She did not dare to use cold water, but only hot water. Her hands were scalded several times and were ignored by her.

Mu Shimian sighed helplessly and struggled. He still picked up the towel, repeated the old technique, wrung it dry again and wiped it on his body.

She hasn't bathed for days.

A warm towel is attached to the skin, not to mention how comfortable it is.

Mu Shinian came out with a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bathtub, his head against the wall, and a voice suddenly appeared in his head.

"Be obedient!"

"I'm really angry that you do this again."

"Said not to wash, in two days."

"..." Mu Shinian blinked and suddenly sat up straight. She stared at the towel in her hand and closed her lips tightly into a line.

No.

What's going on?

Whose voice is this.

Mu Shinian pursed his lips, and those messy memories appeared in his mind.

A man stood in front of her with a towel in his hand. His whole face looked at her coldly as if someone owed him $8 million.

Then, blame.

Reprimand.

But, helpless.

I can't be angry, I can't say anything important, and I can't do it yet.

Therefore, I can only sulk with myself.

Mu Shinian couldn't help laughing. She bit her teeth, carefully avoided the position of her shoulder, changed a position, wrapped the towel around the back and wiped it carefully.