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

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.