How could there be such a person!
Coming here to take advantage of others when you're drunk, what is that other than a gangster?
Shen Jia Nian now only regrets that there is no door mirror on the bedroom door. If she had known that the person outside the door was Fu Jichen, she would never have opened the door.
Her mouth was blocked and she couldn't speak. Thinking of what happened last time, she followed the same pattern and opened her mouth to bite him. She also didn't spare any effort and soon tasted the smell of blood.
But this time, it was as if he had taken the wrong medicine, and he still refused to let her go.
Shen Jianian pushed his chest. Through a layer of wet shirt material, his body temperature was frighteningly high, as if he had just been fished out of hot water.
His lips slid behind her ears and neck. Shen Jianian finally got a breather and said angrily: "Fu... Jichen, are you sick?! Get away."
She punched and kicked in his arms, but he didn't seem to feel it. He kissed her and led her into the room, and they both fell on the big bed.
The collar of Shen Jia Nian's pajamas was torn open, revealing a large area of fair skin, and the raised collarbone had a beautiful arc. The next second, it seemed as if sparks splashed on it, burning her to the point of shrinking.
Something was wrong with Fu Jichen tonight. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was completely irrational. No matter what she said or did, he remained indifferent, like a puppet controlled by something.
Shen Jia Nian's inner fear increased sharply. She pinched Fu Jichen's shoulders with her fingers and cried in frustration: "Fu Jichen! Let me go, I don't want to..."
Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and landed on Fu Jichen's temples. He froze suddenly and raised his face buried in her shoulder. There was a thick fog in front of him and his vision was blurred. He couldn't see her face clearly. He touched it with his fingers and touched it. Her cheek moved up a little further, and her fingertips touched a touch of moist heat.
she cried.
Shen Jia Nian cried.
Such a realization came out of his chaotic and restless brain, and Fu Jichen suddenly calmed down.
However, this calmness did not last long, and his reason was swallowed up again. Fu Jichen endured the redness of the corners of his eyes and tightened his jawline, but still controlled himself to turn over and get off her, and fell to the side, curling up in pain.
Shen Jia Nian didn't care about anything else and hugged herself tightly with her hands. She was almost...
Next to him was the sound of a man's heavy breathing, occasionally mixed with a muffled groan, which seemed uncomfortable. Shen Jianian raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on his eyelashes, fumbled with the buttons in front of him, and slowly got up from the bed.
Her mood was ups and downs, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. She didn't want to stay in this room for a moment, she wanted to leave.
Shen Jianian glanced at the man on the bed. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were dry and red, his black hair was half wet, and his body was shaking slightly, which reminded her of the fantasy drama where he had just transformed into a human form. The goblin has not adapted to this body yet, so it will feel pain.
As soon as she took a step, the hem of her pajamas was grabbed by a hand. Fu Jichen's voice was hoarse: "Help me... go... to the bathroom."
Shen Jia Nian didn't hear clearly. He wanted to leave but couldn't. He asked patiently, "What did you say?"
Fu Jichen's throat rolled: "Bath...bathroom."
"You want to go to the bathroom?" Shen Jianian heard clearly this time, and she asked in confusion, "If you want to go, just go. Why are you holding me back?"
"Help me."
Shen Jianian didn't trust him: "Who knows if you will do that again..." She lowered her eyes, and the slender hand holding the hem of her clothes was wrapped with gauze, and the arm of the other hand was also tied with gauze.
Isn't Fu Jichen having a social event tonight? How could you make yourself look like this? Could it be that he was being hunted by his enemies?
Shen Jia Nian swallowed and discussed with him: "I can help you over, but you promise me not to do that again."
The breath exhaled from Fu Jichen's nose was hot: "Yeah."
Shen Jianian pulled him up from the bed and helped him walk slowly towards the bathroom.
Does he know that he weighs as much as a cow? Shen Jia thought loudly.
Before taking a few steps, Shen Jianian's calves began to wobble, unable to support the weight of his body.
Fu Jichen probably realized this, so he took out his arm and put it around her shoulders so that she could save some energy.
Clinging to her delicate body, it was like a person who had been thirsty for a long time found sweet spring water, but he had to restrain himself and couldn't drink in large gulps. He could only watch and watch. Is it enjoyment or torture? Can't tell.
Shen Jia Nian sent the person into the bathroom. He was paralyzed from exhaustion. He turned around and was about to go out. He only heard a "plop" and turned around suddenly. Fu Jichen's body slipped along the tile wall and fell to the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shen Jianian turned back and pushed his shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Jichen pressed his head against the wall, raised his neck and looked at the shower above his head: "Turn on."
Shen Jianian really couldn't understand his behavior: "You want to take a bath?" How could he bathe himself in this state? He couldn't even stand still.
"Open." He still said those two words.
Shen Jianian couldn't persuade him, so she turned on the shower switch and helped him adjust the water temperature. He reached over with one hand, held her hand, and directly turned the switch to the cold water side.
Fu Jichen moved over with difficulty, facing under the shower head, and cold water poured all over his body.
Shen Jianian's body was also splashed with water. She straightened up and stepped back, looking at Fu Jichen. For a moment, she could neither leave nor stay.
The gauze wrapped around his arm was wet with water, and a lot of blood oozed out, making it bright red. If he was allowed to sit here and be soaked in cold water all night, would something happen?
Shen Jia Nian couldn't make up his mind and wanted to go find Aunt Cheng, but Aunt Cheng must have fallen asleep at the moment.
"Fu Jichen, get up." Shen Jianian turned off the shower and knelt down to help him.
He didn't cooperate, so she couldn't pull him up. Her slippers slipped, and she threw herself on him. The silk pajamas on her chest were completely wet.
Shen Jia Nian was about to get up when Fu Jichen grabbed her by the waist and hugged her tightly, kissing her again.
"No, you promised me you wouldn't..." Shen Jia Nian tilted his head to avoid, "Fu Jichen!"
Fu Jichen pushed her away violently and pressed his hand on the injured area. The pain made him clenched his teeth unconsciously and blood kept pouring out. He did not look at her, and his voice was low and forbearing: "Get out! Get out!"
Shen Jia Nian didn't dare to approach him anymore and staggered away, even losing his slippers. He ran out of the bathroom barefoot and leaned on the sofa, gasping for air.
She didn't understand why Fu Jichen became like this, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Shen Jia Nian calmed down for a moment and went to the cloakroom to change into a set of pajamas. The bed was stained by Fu Jichen's wet clothes. She found a clean four-piece suit and put it on. She clasped her hands and sat on the edge of the bed. She turned her head to look at the bathroom from time to time. There was no movement at all. spread out.
Fu Jichen is inside, so she won't be able to sleep again tonight.
Time passed by minute by minute. I don't know if it was half an hour or an hour. Shen Jia Nian was so sleepy that his eyelids were twitching, but Fu Jichen hadn't come out yet.
He's not dead, is he?
When this idea came up, Shen Jia Nian's mind suddenly jumped and he stood up to take a look.
Fu Jichen was still in the same position as before she left. The gauze on his arm was stained with blood. There was no white at all, only a dazzling red.
Shen Jia Nian took a breath and sighed secretly. She really owed him something in her previous life, and he had been punished repeatedly in this life. She frowned so hard that she could kill a fly, and reached out to slap his face: "Fu Jichen, wake up."
Fu Jichen woke up slowly and his vision was clearer than before. He looked at Shen Jianian's face and couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy.
Shen Jia Nian breathed, it would be easier to deal with when he woke up: "You lost a lot of blood and the wound needs to be re-bandaged. You come out with me first."
Fu Jichen was so wet that he couldn't get any weter. His head was tilted to one side, looking fragile and helpless: "It's boring."
Shen Jia Nian bit his lip. He had no choice but to bend down to help him. The pajamas on his body were changed in vain and got wet again. She helped him to the closet. There were his clothes in the closet. She found a set and gave it to him. She also got him a dry towel: "Can you change it yourself?"
Fu Jichen said nothing and leaned weakly against the glass cabinet where his shoes were placed.
Shen Jianian sighed, closed his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, muttering silently as he unbuttoned it, as if he was repaying the love debt he owed.
Fu Jichen's eyes were lowered, and his gaze lingered on her face. As he watched, the fire that was finally extinguished started to burn again.
Shen Jianian unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt and handed him the towel: "Wipe yourself and change your clothes. I'll go out and wait for you."
She quickly walked out of the cloakroom and took the elevator to the living room downstairs, her heart beating violently.
Shen Jia Nian remembered that the medicine box was placed in the TV cabinet. She turned on a light, opened the drawers under the TV cabinet in turn, found the medicine box and took it to the third floor.
Fu Jichen had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa, leaning on the armrest with most of his body. He was still very uncomfortable, but better than before. The gauze on his arm was removed, and the wound was completely exposed, as if it had been struck by a sharp object. The scratched, bright red flesh was turned over and soaked in cold water. The edges were red and swollen, which was very shocking.
Shen Jianian had never dealt with a wound of this level before and didn't know where to start.
Fu Jichen opened his eyelids and glanced at her. She frowned and looked confused. He cleared his throat and said, "Wrap it with gauze. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow."
Shen Jia Nian didn't listen to him and tried to calm down. He found some hemostatic powder from the medicine box and sprinkled it on the wound, then wrapped it with several layers of gauze: "The other hand."
Fu Jichen spread his right hand. The injury on his palm was cut when he grabbed the glass fragments, and was not as serious as the injury on his arm. Shen Jia Nian used a cotton swab dipped in iodophor and applied it to the wound, and also wrapped it with gauze.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be out of control, she tentatively asked, "What happened to you?"
The effect of the medicine in Fu Jichen's body was almost gone. He could feel that it was not as uncomfortable as it was at the beginning, but it was only to a lesser extent and not completely ineffective: "I was tricked into taking dirty medicine."
Shen Jianian also wanted to ask him what kind of unclean medicine he had taken that would cause him to become like this. Thinking of his previous reaction, he suddenly felt blessed and his face became extremely embarrassed.
"Then you are now..." Shen Jianian didn't know how to express himself, so he paused for a moment and said politely, "Okay?"
"No." Fu Jichen stretched out his left hand, held her hand, and let her feel the temperature of his palm. It was still very hot, "Do you want to help me?"
