C6

Zhao Hao Xun knew that she was always nostalgic, so he directly gave her a new phone instead of discussing with her. Then, this old thing was left in Li Zi Han's house that she was temporarily staying in at that time.

"I miss you. Following the way you talk, I picked up my phone and typed in the message, but I didn't dare to send it to you."

Licking his dry lips, Pei Luo Luo rubbed his head as he felt pain.

Listening to the phone ring again and again, the screen finally dimmed, and then slowly disappeared as Pei Luo Luo's consciousness faded. It was unknown if he fell asleep or if Zhao Hao Xun finally gave up. When the phone no longer rang, she buried his face in the soft pillow and muttered softly, as if to himself, "Sorry …"

Time seemed to have stopped. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Pei Luo Luo was woken up by an anxious knock on the door.

She propped up her body, weakly rubbed her temples as she looked at her phone, then unsteadily walked to the door and opened it. At the same time, Zhao Hao Xun stepped in with his urgent gentleness: "I just called Li Zi Han to tell her that you're sick, and I didn't even pick up the phone to call you, so I came over to take a look."

As she spoke, she extended her hand towards Pei Luo Luo's forehead, her scholarly and gentle face revealing a few more traces of worry.

"I'm fine." Pei Luo Luo replied weakly.

"You're still saying that it's alright!" You have a fever! I saw that you didn't come home last night, so I came to find you all night … "

Hearing this, Pei Luo Luo raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. His eyes were red, and there were obvious black circles around his eyes. It was just that he couldn't find her that night, but it seemed like he had lost her for a long time.

"Luo Luo... You don't have to carry everything by yourself. I know he's back. " Zhao Hao Xun spoke very indifferently, as if he really did not care.

Pei Luo Luo pursed his lips and did not speak. She really wanted to tell him everything that had happened last night. However, the words stuck in his throat and choked in his chest.

Zhao Hao Xun let out a soft sigh, and pulled the Pei Luo Luo who was about to speak into his embrace. His actions were very soft and light, but the feeling Pei Luo Luo got from this hug was actually a little awkward, and even made her develop a different kind of feeling. It was that kind of intuition that told her after knowing each other, that Zhao Hao Xun was trying his best to restrain his feelings.

Somehow, at this moment, Pei Luo Luo felt that it was wronged, and hid behind its eyes, holding back its tears, not letting it fall.

"As soon as he came back, you didn't turn into you. "You're already hesitating to speak. I can see that your fever is not light at all." "The voice from above lingered in his ears with a hoarse low tone. It was obviously to comfort her, but Pei Luo Luo's heart seemed to have been tightly grabbed by something as it twisted in pain.

Zhao Hao Xun calmed himself down and lifted Pei Luo Luo up, then turned and entered the bedroom. This action, brought back the memories of last night. The scene of Xiao Yi Chen suddenly pulling her into his embrace, was still reflected in his eyes. Pei Luo Luo's face suddenly flushed red.

Zhao Hao Xun thought that his actions just now were too rash and his face revealed a bit of apology. Seeing that Pei Luo Luo did not say anything, he slowly put her on the bed and covered his with the blanket. He was very familiar with this series of movements.

Pei Luo Luo didn't know how many days and nights he had quietly covered her with his blanket.

"Rest well, I'll cook some porridge for you. When you're better, I'll take you back."

Nodding his head in a daze, Pei Luo Luo withdrew back into his bed, quietly watching Zhao Hao Xun's back as he walked out of the bedroom.

"Hao Xun …"

"Hmm?"

"... "Thank you."

Zhao Hao Xun did not reply as he turned around to look at Pei Luo Luo's doting expression. He closed the door and walked back into the kitchen.

Following the sound of the door closing, Zhao Hao Xun loosened his tensed nerves, felt his entire body's defense line collapse, and the bones in his fists creaking sounds out. He had to restrain his anger so that he would understand. He was worried that Pei Luo Luo would tell him the truth, so they wouldn't be able to continue this relationship that was neither deep nor shallow but still had a chance. At the same time, he was also looking forward to her speaking out loud. This way, it would also prove that she had absolute trust and position in Pei Luo Luo's heart. This intersecting contradiction multiplied in his mind and was eventually drowned in the flames of the stove.

The current Pei Luo Luo was in a daze under his blanket. From the moment Zhao Hao Xun entered the door until now, something seemed to be amiss, but he was unable to put his finger on it for the moment.

"He didn't seem to ask about my injuries?"

It was not because she was being sentimental, but because of Zhao Hao Xun's personality. Forget about the serious injuries Pei Luo Luo had suffered, even she had a fever and he was in such a rush, not to mention she was covered with injuries.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a "Ding dong." The text message on the phone distracted her.

Ye Zichen picked up the phone. He didn't need to click on the screen to read all the messages. "Down!"

Pei Luo Luo's mind buzzed after reading it, and he immediately sat up. Looking at the text again, the number that had been stored for many years yet never appeared on her phone on her own initiative, now it really shone into his eyes.

Biting his lower lip, the moment Pei Luo Luo got up, he realized that he had fallen asleep. The bones in his entire body were still aching terribly, and he didn't feel any better at all.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Pei Luo Luo lifted up his blanket and rushed out of the room. He did not even walk two steps before returning. Casually picking up a thin, long black down jacket, he spoke to the kitchen door and rushed downstairs without waiting for Zhao Hao Xun to reply. Zhao Hao Xun leaned his head over to take a look. The door was ajar, and he was no longer in sight. He couldn't help but shake his head. Pei Luo Luo's irritable personality and her occupation were two completely different extremes. There was no way to compare at all.

Pei Luo Luo covered his mouth with his hands and breathed in the hot air. Just as he walked out of the door of the apartment, he saw a familiar Martha parked close to the building, which was very eye-catching. Xiao Yi Chen only got off the car unwillingly after she walked in front of the car and enjoyed the cold wind for a few seconds. In his hand was a beige white bag. When the distance between the two was less than two meters, it bluntly threw it in front of Pei Luo Luo.

"What are you doing!"

After confirming that he lost the bag he lost last night, Pei Luo Luo was stunned for a moment. Then, he glared at Xiao Yi Chen and roared.