The face that was drawn closer for a moment made Ji Fanling think that she was about to bump into him.
The man's tight thin lips were less than a few centimeters away from her eyes.
She could even feel Fu Yingcheng's breath, mixed with the light woody fragrance, brushing against her forehead.
Two seconds later.
Ji Fanling: "..."
Damn it!
He smells me! !
Fu Yingcheng, you are born in the year of dog, right? ! !
It wasn't until Fu Yingcheng pulled away and his fingertips inserted into her hair followed the outline of her skull that Ji Fanling realized that Fu Yingcheng wasn't smelling her.
He was smelling blood.
Of course her coma may be due to low blood sugar, but what if she fell on her head?
He couldn't even tell whether the thing in his hand was water or blood.
...
If you think about it carefully, a freshly baked bloody corpse is quite scary.
Did he think I fell to death...
Ji Fanling's heart moved and he almost spoke.
The man raised his hand, held up her long hair in his broad palm, and touched her eyelashes along the direction of her brow bone, trying to determine whether she had opened her eyes.
Ji Fanling: "..."
She swallowed the words alive.
If Fu Yingcheng found that she was awake but kept silent, he would definitely stare at her condescendingly, inquiringly, and chuckle coldly and mockingly:
"You're still pretending to be awake?"
"——That's great, you like me so much. Hug? "
...
It was simply a replay of the tragedy that happened when Fu Yingcheng carried her back from the hospital!
Ji Fanling's head was dizzy, and his thoughts were much slower than usual.
As soon as she had a thought, Fu Yingcheng's fingertips had already touched her eyelashes several times.
Whether a person has his or her eyes open or closed is actually easy to figure out.
What's more, she blinked nervously.
But Fu Yingcheng didn't know why. He couldn't confirm it several times. The eager and anxious desire and the restraint of not daring to touch were pulled back and forth, and finally merged into a low voice: "Ji Fanling."
The cold voice was mixed with hoarseness, It rolls over the eardrums with a grainy feel.
The thin calluses on the fingertips pressed against the side of her face like an urging, forcing her to turn her head slightly.
"...Speak."
Ji Fanling looked at Fu Yingcheng's face and suddenly had a strange idea.
If you can see it.
——The eyes behind the tie should be hot.
She subconsciously said: "What are you talking about?"
A certain emotion that was about to break suddenly relaxed, and air poured in.
The corners of Fu Yingcheng's lips twitched slightly: "It hurts?"
"Not much." "
Where did you fall?"
"Knee."
"Can you sit?"
Ji Fanling nodded, and then remembered that he couldn't see: " Yes."
Fu Yingcheng immediately picked her up and put her on the sofa, not wanting to have more contact with her.
It's just that after letting go, the arm didn't move away immediately, but stopped for a moment imperceptibly, as if subconsciously protecting her, fearing that she would fall if she couldn't sit still.
"Wait." After confirming that she was seated, Fu Yingcheng said this and turned around to walk back.
When Fu Yingcheng came back, he was holding a huge white bath towel in his hand.
He couldn't see, his standing position was crooked, and he was still two steps away from the edge of the sofa.
Ji Fanling stretched out his hand with great effort, reached the corner of the towel, pulled it over, and quickly wrapped it up: "...Okay."
Fu Yingcheng raised his hand and pulled off his tie.
Suddenly changing from dark to bright, the man squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her quickly.
The girl was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a bath towel like a rice dumpling.
Only one head was exposed, with thin eyelashes, and he was yawning violently as if he was starved of oxygen.
The feet were bare under the bath towel, the ankles were slender and white, the joints were a little dazed and wet with pink.
Fu Yingcheng quickly looked away, turned his tail ring, and suppressed his unexplained irritation: "I shouldn't let you take a bath."
The ringtone of his cell phone rang.
Fu Yingcheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and Ji Fanling saw that the call alert was "Yang Mingzhe".
Fu Yingcheng looked down at the screen.
Are all psychiatrists so persistent? Every effort is made to bring in hopeless people.
Ji Fanling asked strangely: "Don't answer?"
"It's not important." Fu Yingcheng pressed mute, put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and walked away.
"..."
Ji Fanling said hesitantly behind him: "Hello, at least get me some shoes?"
When Fu Yingcheng came back, he was holding her slippers in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.
The shoes were thrown on the ground, the cup was stretched out in front of her, and she said softly: "Drink."
Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that she would be treated like this. She carefully opened a gap in the bath towel and reached out to take it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scar on his arm, and subconsciously retracted it halfway: "...How about you hand it closer?"
Fu Yingcheng said nothing and moved forward again.
Ji Fanling struggled for a long time, but still couldn't reach it. She thought to herself that I was twisting it because I was naked. Are you naked too? She raised her head and was stunned for a moment.
Fu Yingcheng was holding a cup in his hand, but his eyes were not looking at her, only focusing on the empty space in the living room in the distance.
The jawline is clear and the eyes are dark.
Very gently, Ji Fanling's heart felt as if she had been touched gently, an indescribable feeling.
She lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand to take the cup: "...Thank you."
"Go back to the room after you finish drinking."
Fu Yingcheng turned around and walked away, paused, and added in a cold voice: "Save it. The cold infected me. "
"..."
*
Fu Yingcheng walked back to his bedroom, flushed the water at the sink in the bedroom toilet, and wiped his face vigorously.
The water is strong.