Chapter 401： A strong sense of anxiety (1/2)

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.”

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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.