Chapter 77 Embrace his neck with both hands

  In the children’s room, Shi Suqu remained motionless on the bed.

  If it wasn't for the aunt's uncomfortable stomach, she might be able to confine herself in the bathroom for a day and a night.

  At this moment in my mind, I played back the scenes in the bathroom just now in high-definition. The more I thought about it, the more I felt ashamed. I clutched the pillow to vent for a long time, and finally just hugged the pillow and fell asleep unconsciously.

  I slept in the middle of the night, and I didn’t even know when I went to the master bedroom to sleep.

  In the autumn of the river city, there is still a bit of coolness late at night, and the room is also mixed with strands of coolness.

Shi Mianmian slept sweetly on the bed in the master bedroom, saying that he was going to tell a story to Uncle Ji Han, but the story was not more than a few words, the big eyes gradually closed, and the voice became softer and quieter until he fell asleep, but The little hand kept holding on to his hand.

  Until midnight, Shi Mianmian rolled over while sleeping, and then released her little hand.

  Jing Jihan got up by the bed and went out. The night was already dark outside the window. There were not many lighting scenes in the old community. Only the street lights dim yellow through the high walls of the distant community.

  Jing Jihan straightened the TV remote controls and cups on the coffee table that had been messed up by time. He picked up the box of ointment before and went into the children’s room to apply medicine to Shisu.

  Shi Su's skin was too white, and she could almost leave some marks with a random pinch. After a day, the bruises on her arms and legs were still obvious.

However, Jing Jihan was not proficient enough in the business of applying medicine. He had tried to act lightly so as not to wake her, but Shi Su still frowned uncomfortably in his sleep, and even kicked him unconsciously. foot.

He leaned his arm to avoid, no longer paying attention to the second foot that she kicked at him again. Without care, he applied the ointment to her arm, because she was dishonestly resisting the movement in her sleep, and this time she pressed it down. The hand on her leg hardened slightly.

  After applying the medicine, he glanced at Time and was about to get up, when he suddenly heard a very light chatter from Shisu's mouth.

"So hot……"

  In the darkness, his eyes fell back to her direction.

"Hot..." Shi Su was trembling gradually, as if the faint hot sensation of the ointment that invigorated blood and stasis was glowing on the wound made her in her sleep, she didn't know what she had dreamed of, and her hands suddenly tightened. Grabbing the bed sheet under her body, her neck was stiff and unable to move, but her body was tight, as if she was facing a torment that she couldn't bear.

  Jing Jihan didn't find out how high her body temperature was just now, so she went out to find the temperature and planned to take her body temperature to see if she had a fever.

  Finding the thermometer and coming back, Su had already turned into a side-lying position when he saw it, but he was curled up tightly.

  Dream.

She caught something in the dark room that she didn't know if it was an aromatherapy bottle or a red wine bottle. When the person full of alcohol rushed towards her, she grabbed the bottle and smashed it on the person's head. The cracked glass also pierced into the palm of her hand as she struggled backwards desperately.

  The unusually hot body made her feel very weak, but the slight red light flashing in the upper corner of the dark room was enough to show that everything that was happening was being recorded by the monitor.

In order to keep herself awake, she even grabbed the shards of glass on the ground, let the pain in the palm of her hand remind her of the situation she was facing, and then crawled out from under the fainted person bit by bit, all over her body. The heat almost concealed the pain in the palm of the hand, and the blood dripped down the cracks of the fingers...

  She staggered and ran to the door, which was locked outside, and despair swept over her. She tried to calm herself down, then turned and ran to the closed window.

  Open the window forcefully and look at the grass downstairs. I don’t know which hotel it is here, but it’s located on the third floor of the hotel.

  It is estimated that if you jump down at this height, you will become disabled, and it is impossible to escape.

But between the second and third floors there is a bracket for the external air conditioner, and there is a tree next to it. Hearing the knocked-out person behind him has signs of awakening, he seems to have gotten up to walk in this direction. Nearly, she hurriedly crawled out along the window and stepped on the bracket of the air conditioner...

   fell to the branch, and then climbed down with difficulty, and finally fell to the ground. There seemed to be flashlight light from all directions behind her, and she hobbled outward to find a way out.

Her hands were full of blood, and her body was embarrassed. She was staggering and didn't know how far she had run. She was exhausted and stood on the street full of streetlights. She looked around in a daze. There were blooms in front of her and the heat in her body. She was about to use up her sobriety.

I don’t know which street it is. She even has to forget who she is. She doesn’t know if it’s an illusion or someone is chasing her. She always feels that someone is chasing her behind, and the flashlight lights are not behind her. Stop chasing.

  In a warehouse, a black Bentley parked not far from the side of the road crashed into her almost indistinct eyes——

  ……

  Shisu became more and more restless in her sleep, her hands were already wrinkled on the sheets, everything in the dream was irritating her nerves.

  "Don't drive me out..."

   "Someone...who wants me..."

   Seeing that Su’s hair sticking to her neck was already wet with sweat, as if she was suffering, and as if she was resisting something, but she was clinging to it.

  Jing Jihan stretched her hand over and placed it on her forehead. It was not hot, and it would not be possible to sweat so much if she had a fever.

  He put down the thermometer and was about to wake up from the nightmare.

  Shi Su suddenly opened his eyes, half-dreaming and half-awake, as if there was still a lot of consciousness still sinking in the dream, just lying there stiffly, staring at him in the dark.

   "Awake?" Jing Jihan stared at her with dark eyes, leaning down to help her sit up.

  Ke Shisu was obviously not fully awake. He just looked at the familiar figure beside the bed, his lips moved, his voice was very soft and low, and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Help……"

   is very light, very vaguely chattering.

  Jing Jihan leaned over again, this time he lowered his body even more, trying to hear clearly.

"Please……"

"please……"

  "You...help me..."

   is still a very light voice.

  Jing Jihan probably only heard a word of help. He looked down at her sweaty face and stretched out his hand to poke the sweaty hair on her cheek to one side: "Shisu?"

  Shi Su’s eyes did not close, his thoughts were still immersed in the dream, but his eyes were staring at the figure in front of him. The breath on his body seemed to merge with the breath of the man in the dream, just as clear.

  I don’t know why I suddenly felt very wronged, hands up instinctively, hugged his neck, and his crying voice was full of grievance and helplessness: "Don’t go."

  (End of this chapter)