1806: C1806 It Was as If He Was There

C1806 It Was as If He Was There

He rested his chin on his hand and stared at the light, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

Circles of red appeared around his eyes that were dyed red by the light.

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

She liked it the most.

Although she didn't say it, she just liked this kind of lighting.

Bo Qian stared at the floor-to-ceiling window. It seemed that there was a petite figure there. She didn't speak and just stared outside. Occasionally, she would turn her head, point at something, and say a few words to him. Most of the time, it was quiet.

Bo Qian pursed his lips bitterly.

It was late at night.

When the window was opened, one could vaguely hear those sounds.

Laughter and laughter.

It was noisy.

It was a dispute.

That was the fireworks of the human world.

In the past, he didn't like it, but later on, someone brought him back to the mortal world. He began to like this type of seemingly hypocritical thing.

But now...

Bo Qian's eyes dimmed.

The person who brought him back to the human world had already lost track of him.

His fireworks in the human world had once again turned into eight hundred miles of yellow sand. At a glance, there was no longer any spring.

"Mu Shinian."

"I miss you very much."

...

Mu Shinian woke up from her sleep.

She seemed to be frightened and was about to get up when she was stimulated by the pain in her body and shrank back once again.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a while, she slowly got up, picked it up, and took a big gulp before suppressing the bitter taste.

She was drenched in sweat, and her body was drenched in sweat. She felt very uncomfortable.

Mu Shinian touched the wet clothes and sighed. She struggled to get up and used a lot of effort to pick up a set of clothes to put on. Then, she took out another set of clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom.

At this time, her wound had not recovered.

The wound from the fall the last time was still recovering.

The doctor did not recommend that she take a shower.

However, she really could not take it anymore.2

Mu Shinian carried her clothes and went to the bathroom. She twisted the towel and wiped her body.

She did not dare to use cold water and could only use hot water. Her hands were scalded several times and she forcefully ignored them.

Mu Shinian helplessly sighed and came out. She struggled for a while but still picked up the towel and did the same thing again. She dried it again and wiped it on her body.

She had not bathed for a few days.

The warm towel was stuck on her skin, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Mu Shinian let out a sigh of relief. She sat at the edge of the bathtub and leaned her head against the wall. Suddenly, a sound appeared in her head.

"Be obedient!"

"If you continue to be like this, I will really be angry."

"I said I can't wash it. In two days."

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

Something was not right.

What was going on?

Whose voice was this?

Mu Shinian pursed her lips and those messy memories appeared in her mind again.

One. A man stood in front of her, holding a towel in his hand. His entire face looked as if he owed her eight million yuan but did not return it. He looked at her coldly.

Then, he criticized her.

He reprimanded her.

However, he felt helpless.

He was so angry that he couldn't say anything serious. He couldn't even make a move.

Thus, he could only sulk with himself.

Mu Shinian could not help but laugh. She gritted her teeth and carefully avoided the position of her shoulder. She changed a position and wrapped the towel around the back and carefully wiped it.

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