She carried her shopping bag into the kitchen. After working hard for a while, a smell of food came out.

Just when Dan Yiqian was cooking, Zhou Yunliang had already visited the apartment himself.

So small.

This is the only conclusion he came to.

It's so small that stretching your legs is hard.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up his arms and closed his eyes for a nap. The end of his nose was surrounded by the scent of rice floating out of the kitchen not far away, and his consciousness gradually dissipated and disappeared little by little.

She cooked a bowl of vegetarian noodles for herself. After eating, Shan Yiqian washed the dishes. When she passed by the living room and returned to the bedroom, her eyes were gone to the man who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

...Wake up in a daze, and the surroundings are dark.

Because one posture lasted too long, Zhou Yunliang's long legs were numb and he hit the coffee table as soon as he moved, which made him feel so painful that he cursed.

Standing up and moving his legs, he took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening.

He actually slept for more than 3 hours?

Dinner —                                                             �

Ha!                                                              �

Pushing the door open, the damn little woman slept soundly.

Zhou Yunliang walked to the bed step by step with anger, grabbed her arm and pulled it hard.

Shan Yiqian was not asleep at all, and was pulled up by him. She stared at her watery eyes and looked at him without any hesitation.

"Where is my supper!"

"Neuropathy!"

"Get up and make dinner for me!"

"Zhou Yunliang, you are crazy!"

"I said," bent down to her face, his tone was cold and his bone marrow was quenched, "Go and make me supper!"

"You're crazy!"

The jaw was pinched, and Shan Yiqian was then pressed on the pillow by Zhou Yunliang and stared at her tightly.

He has always been tough and domineering, and he has never been vague in siege.

Shan Yiqian's low voices were all blocked by him, and his hands and feet were used to resist until Zhou Yunliang's fingertips were stuck.

Damn it! Her wound! As soon as she stepped back, "Bang!"

With a sound, his cheek tilted to one side.

She was panting, her pretty face turned red with a thin red look, and her eyes were gloomy, as if she wanted to stare him through a hole.

Zhou Yunliang sneered, reached out and twisted the bedside lamp, and looked at her wrist.

Sure enough, the white gauze oozes bleeding.

The blood was so harsh that it hurt him even more.

He turned over and sat by the bed. He let out a breath and said after a long time, "I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry."

Shan Yiqian couldn't control her heart tightened, then she wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down with her back facing him.

Zhou Yunliang stared at her cold and decisive back and curled her lips with self-deprecating.

The room was silent, leaving only the faint breathing sounds of two people intersecting each other.

It was a long time later, and his voice came in a low voice: "Go to a dinner with me tomorrow. Don't you want to save your boyfriend!"

After Zhou Yunliang finished speaking, he couldn't wait for Shan Yiqian's answer for a long time.

He reached out and pressed her shoulder and flipped her over.

In the eyes of single Qian, she was covered with coldness layer by layer, like ice.

After losing that child, she became like this when she looked at him. Three years later, her eyes were even more than that.

He knew she hated herself.

But he doesn't mind.

So what about hatred?

It's better than not caring.

His eyes swept over her wrist wrapped in gauze, and Zhou Yunliang silently said in his heart: She is a patient, she is injured.

“Where is the medicine box?”

The sound of the exit is still condensed, but it has been restrained.

He raised folds between his eyebrows, and felt a feeling of heartache at the bottom of his double pupils.

Shan Yiqian frowned impatiently and said impatiently: "No."

"What?"

"I don't have that thing at home."

"you!"

If possible, he really wanted to strangle her to death! He stood up suddenly, Zhou Yunliang strode out, and the door followed by a sound.

Has he gone?

Shan Yiqian was surprised.

But then I thought about it, Zhou Yunliang was just sick, and he was so fucked and left. There was nothing strange about it.

It's good if he leaves, but when he leaves, she can sleep with peace of mind.

The wound was cracked again, and Shan Yiqian wanted to get up and deal with it, but she still lost to fatigue.

Forget it, just do it like that, just have a nap.

Self-hypnosis, she finally felt sleepy after Zhou Yunliang left.

...I don’t know how long it has been, but in a daze, the door was smashed wildly, and the sound shocked the eardrums.

Shan Yiqian sat up and was in a daze, and the sound continued.

She made sure she wasn't dreaming, so she went down to the ground with a cold face and walked to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, she wanted to swear when she saw the outsider! "Zhou Yunliang, you..." Zhou Yunliang stretched out his hand and held her arm, and when she pulled her in, she raised her foot to hook her door.

Shan Yiqian staggered and was pulled into the living room by him, pressing her to sit on the sofa.

He threw the medicine bag in his hand on the coffee table and untie the gauze on her left wrist.

The man's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his thin lips pursed revealed his contemptuous mood at this moment.

Shan Yiqian subconsciously resisted when he reached out to his wrist, and was immediately scolded by him: "Be honest!"

She bit her lower lip and let him take off the gauze.

The wound was indeed cracked, so it didn't look very serious.

Zhou Yunliang's eyebrows were so frowned that he could kill the mosquito, and the character "Sichuan" was formed.

After taking the medicine bag, he picked out what he needed, put medicine on her, and wrapped it in a gauze again.

In the middle of the night, he went out to buy these?

Forbidden to continue thinking, Shan Yiqian didn't start, exhaled and looked out the window.

It's deep in the night.

Zhou Yunliang prepared it for her, and her slender wrist was still supported in her palm.

She has lost weight, much thinner.

Although she was not fat before, she had a little baby fat on her face. Now, her sharpened chin can be used as a weapon to poke people.

And I found her when I asked her, and her thin ribs were all exposed.

"Don't Xu Yu give you food?"

A sudden sentence, Shan Yiqian was confused.

Turning back to look at Zhou Yunliang, she was stunned and her gaze was no longer cold, but a little confused.

Zhou Yunliang sighed, wanting to kiss her at this moment.

But in order not to get slapped, I'd better forget it.

She has hit him many times in these few short meetings.

"Go to sleep!"

Pointing to the bedroom, Zhou Yunliang said coldly.

Shan Yiqian stood up and walked towards the bedroom silently. After entering, she locked the door from inside.
To be continued...