Chapter 632

White millet leaves only feel like a ball of cotton, the whole body is soft and weak. She felt lifted up and swallowed the medicine. The man seems to be an owl.

However, is a dream, or real, at the moment she really does not have much spirit to explore.

When she finished the medicine and lay back, the owl did not leave, just pulled a chair and sat far away to watch.

She lay there with her eyes closed, looking very peaceful. The whole person was like a lily drenched in the rain. She was not angry in the past, but she was a little more charming.

Charming?

The owl cast his lower lip in derision and cast his eyes away from her face into the dark darkness outside.

This kind of charm is poison.

He has killed so many brothers that he has been unable to sleep and eat for ten years.

He must constantly remind himself that he will not fall in love with this poison.

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Time, slowly passing.

I don't know how long

When the white millet leaves woke up, it was already light outside. It was as if she had just been run over by a heavy car, and she only felt terrible pain all over her body. The body under the quilt was soaked with sweat from last night.

It's hard.

She took a breath and tried to get up. One side of the head, next to the screen, let her stunned.

Owl

He was sitting in a chair with his long, straight legs apart, his hands crossed on his thighs, leaning back slightly, closed his eyes and asleep. Even in such an uncomfortable position, sleeping in such a narrow chair, his body was still straight and his temperament did not diminish.

However, when he was asleep, his thick sword eyebrows were still tightly frowned, and his three-dimensional and cold facial features did not have some of the bullying momentum.

This man is too aggressive. Even sleep, did not put down guard.

This kind of day Maybe it's a hard time

At this thought, she felt a little more heartache unconsciously.

She was lying on the bed looking at him with her head tilted, and she could see God unconsciously. The sun gently projected from the outside, hit him, her trance hope that time can stop here

This person, also only this kind of time, she dare to look at it more wantonly.

I don't know how long she watched it until he suddenly opened her eyes. There was no sign, so there was no way to avoid it. The four eyes were on each other.

His eyes, suddenly deep. Emotion is not clear.

"Are you awake?" After a while, the white millet leaves finally found their own voice. Because of the cold, the voice is a little hoarse. The eyes have been removed from him, inexplicably guilty.

Night owl fixed to look at her for a long time, see her some uncomfortable grip on the quilt, he just withdraw his eyes. But also did not say anything, only raised the hand wearily rubbed the eyebrow heart.

She lifted the quilt and sat up weakly. Keep looking for the topic, "when did you come?"

"I'm going to wash my face." The owl didn't answer her. He got up and went to the bathroom. After a while, he didn't come out of the bathroom.

The white millet leaf has already got up from the bed, is holding the pajamas, leaning against the wall of the bathroom waiting for him to come out.

So as soon as the owl came out.

"What are you doing?"

He glanced at the pajamas she was holding.

"I'm sticky, so take a bath."

"I had a fever last night. What's your bath now?" His tone is not very good.

"You came here last night?" The key point that white millet leaf grasps is the sentence in front of him. There was also a red blood streak in his eyes. It looks like I've been sitting in a chair all night. Are you taking care of yourself? She vaguely remembers that he was there. At that time, she only thought that he was dreaming

The owl was disturbed by her direct eyes. No answer, it's tacit.

"White millet leaf mood inexplicably better," then how did you get into my house? I had the impression that I didn't get up to open the door. Besides, aren't you supposed to be on a business trip today? Why did you come back? "

It's just that my eyes darkened when I mentioned the question. Didn't he take Nalan on vacation?

"You're all over your cold. So many questions?" The owl didn't want to answer any of her questions. Cooling her face, she raised her hand and tried the temperature on her forehead. Just after washing his hands, his palms were cool and covered her forehead. She felt a kind of unspeakable comfort.

"The fever should have gone." She whispered. Close to him, she still felt a little hot.

"Well." He took his hand back.

"Well I'll take a bath first. "

The owl did not stop her and let her into the bathroom.

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When she came out of the bathroom, she found that he was no longer in the room. He opened the door, went out and looked around. He was not in the hall.Gone

Looking at the empty room, I feel a bit disappointed.

Perhaps, when people are sick, they are always afraid of being alone. They will have an indescribable sense of loneliness.

She didn't want to think about it any more. Let's go. In the past ten years, she came here alone. She has been used to it, hasn't she?

Breath out, holding the pillow, sitting on the sofa, with the hair dryer blowing hair. On the TV, there is a program that she doesn't know. She looks at it absentmindedly.

Just when the hair was half dry, the door snapped open from the outside. Originally thought to have gone, the owl turned back. She was stunned for a moment, turned off the hair dryer, "how can you have my key?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Last time."

“……” Some of the white millet leaves are speechless. This man is so quick. But, "aren't you gone?"

The owl looked at her. "Blow dry your hair for breakfast."

So

Just now, instead of leaving, he went downstairs to buy breakfast?

Looking down at the plastic bag he held in his hand, she felt a slight throb in her heart. For a while, only a low "Oh" was heard.

After blowing his hair and wearing his pajamas to the restaurant, the owl is pouring the light porridge into the bowl. She looked at the figure, only feel that the heart is mixed. He hated himself so much, but took care of her when she was ill. What was his mind?

"I'll do it." The white millet leaves went over and took the porridge. The owl looked at her faintly, didn't say anything, let her go. She had just taken a shower. She was very fresh and close to her. She smelled of lime. However, obviously not fully recovered, her small face looks a little pale and bloodless.

She took two bowls and ate porridge face to face.

I've been speechless.

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