Jiang Zhimiao's mind went blank, and the eloquence he had honed over the past three years was completely forgotten at this moment.

She didn't know what to say, nor was she sure how to say it.

How could someone drown himself in a bath?

It's impossible to even think about it.

Her eyelids were red, the corners of her mouth tightened into a straight line, she raised her slender neck, and without blinking, she looked at Shen Zhuowen, who was standing not far in front of her, with fear in her clean glazed eyes.

It's about death, and it's also about the issue that Shen Zhuowen will dig into next.

Shen Zhuowen lowered his body and brushed the water droplets on her eyelashes with his thumb, "How do you still sleep in the bath?"

No more tension before entering the bathroom.

Some just care about her.

Jiang Zhimiao's blank language system came back briefly for a few seconds, and he stammered , " I don't know, I'm just a little tired, and I want to take a rest ... "

Shen Zhuowen , " Next time you want to sleep, don't sleep in the bathroom."

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips, like a child who made a mistake, and lowered her head obediently, saying in a low voice , " I'm sorry."

Shen Zhuowen , " What else can I say besides sorry?"

Jiang Zhimiao , " Thank you."

As she said that, she glanced at her legs that couldn't stand up at all, and then looked at Shen Zhuowen, "My legs are no longer strong and I can't stand up."

Poor.

Like a newborn, naked kitten.

In fact, it's not that big of a difference.

Jiang Zhimiao is wearing nothing now. Although there is heating in the bathroom, Shen Zhuowen did not close the door when he came in. The hot air from the central air conditioner blows into the room from outside and falls on the skin, making people feel chilled.

Jiang Zhimiao got into Shen Zhuowen's arms, pressing her wet body against the man's chest.

The soaked shirt was now extremely wet.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she pressed against his heart, hearing the steady beating of his heart in her chest.

Jiang Zhimiao's mood gradually calmed down.

Shen Zhuowen is different from Jiang Zhimiao.

The woman's beautiful body, the bleak eyes, everything was a silent invitation to him.

With a click of his tongue in his heart, he stretched out his long arm, pulled out the bath towel, wiped Jiang Zhimiao clean, then wrapped him up and sent him back to bed.

Jiang Zhimiao was extremely quiet throughout the whole process.

But when Shen Zhuowen left, her hand hooked on Shen Zhuowen's sleeve and she was unwilling to let go.

Shen Zhuowen , " Do you still hate me?"

Jiang Zhimiao shook his head, "I didn't."

"You didn't let me change clothes because you wanted to wait for me to catch a cold?" Shen Zhuo said in a joking voice and looked up at the central air conditioner that was blowing air.

The weather is cold now. No matter how warm the central air conditioner is, there are still a few wisps of cold in wet clothes.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and carefully let go of Shen Zhuowen's hand.

Look at him with your eyes out of the quilt, "Then go quickly."

Looks very well-behaved.

Her eyebrows seemed to say: 'Come back quickly, I can't live without you. '

Shen Zhuowen raised his eyebrows, walked into the bathroom without saying anything.

The sound of turning on the faucet in the bathroom was heard.

Jiang Zhimiao listened for a while, got up, and was about to touch his mobile phone when he saw two mobile phones on the bedside.

One with a phone case and one without a phone case.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhimiao picked up the phone case.

The phone case was the one Tang Fan bought for her tonight.

The card inside is also Tang Fan’s secondary card.

Because many card issuing stores are closed now, if you want to use your mobile phone, you can only use someone else's card, or just use the Internet without making calls.

When Jiang Zhimiao bought it, he chose the former.

But now that I have the phone, I can return Tang Fan’s secondary card to him tomorrow.

After unlocking the phone, Jiang Zhimiao clicked into Linda's chat interface.

Linda seemed to be still awake. The post she uploaded to Instagram ten minutes ago showed a large pile of thesis materials.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips, looked at it twice, sent her a message, and briefly explained his situation.

Linda came straight over after receiving a phone call.

Jiang Zhimiao glanced at the person in the bathroom, then got up and went outside to the living room to answer it.

Following closely, Linda scolded him , " How many pills did you take? Do you know that taking too much of these pills can kill you?"

Jiang Zhimiao was silent for a few seconds, "I can't help it——"

"What do you mean you can't do anything?" Linda said in a voice that was several degrees higher than usual. "I didn't prescribe these medicines for you to risk your life. If you do this, I won't prescribe medicine for you anymore, and I won't treat you anymore!"

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips into a line and clenched his palms tightly at his sides.

Digging nails into palms.

The crescent moon that had originally faded turned red again, and drops of blood spread from the outer layer of the skin.

He leaned his forehead against the wall, his mind a mess of thoughts.

Jiang Zhimiao could feel that the emotions suppressed in her heart were awakening, and the sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped. She quickly explained the farce tonight and asked Linda to check. Then she hung up the phone and returned to bed.

Shen Zhuowen left the bathroom a few minutes after she returned to bed.

He looked at Jiang Zhimiao, who was staying on the bed obediently, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Jiang Zhimiao nodded, then shook his head.

Shen Zhuowen slightly raised the corners of his lips. He looked at the long hair that was stained with moisture on the pillow. He walked over and plugged in the hair dryer. The warm air wrapped the wet hair and blew it dry little by little. Then he touched it. Her silky long hair was wrapped back in the quilt.

Jiang Zhimiao climbed into the quilt, but her eyes followed Shen Zhuowen, watching him take out his and her pajamas from the suitcase, hand them to her, then pick up the phone and turn on the screen.

long distance.

Can't see clearly what's on the screen.

Shen Zhuowen frowned and looked sideways at her, "You put it on first, I'll go out and make a call."

Jiang Zhimiao , " Is it important?"

Before Shen Zhuowen could reply, she asked another question, "Is it something I can't listen to?"

"no."

Jiang Zhimiao slowly moved from the side of the bed to the side close to Shen Zhuowen, "Then can you hit me in front of me?"

Shen Zhuo Wen looked at her steadily, "Want to hear my call?"

Jiang Zhimiao , " I miss you here."

It might be the suspension bridge effect, or it might be something else. She really wants Shen Zhuowen not to leave now.

When he stayed here, she felt at ease.

Shen Zhuowen looked at the dimming stars in the woman's eyes. She was like a cat, constantly testing his bottom line to see the lowest limit he could bear, and then stretched out her claws to catch him.

With a heavy look in his eyes, he sat down on the edge of the bed and dialed the phone.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Zhimiao stretched out his hand and grasped Shen Zhuowen's fingers.

Shen Zhuowen glanced and didn't stop him.

This call came from China, from Mr. Shen.

Asking Shen Zhuowen what happened, Jiang's father called him just now and asked him if he intended to regret the marriage and deliberately humiliated their daughter.

Mr. Shen's tone was neither bad nor good.

After all, he was quite annoyed by Jiang Minbai, a junior.

However, the Shen family was still unreasonable and could not refute.

Shen Zhuowen looked at Jiang Zhimiao, who was in his arms and pillowed on his knees. He reached out and stroked her long hair.

"Grandpa, you should know the reason very well -" he said in a slow voice , " Mom wanted me to have contact with Ao Fei, so Uncle Jiang was worried."

Mr. Shen is a human spirit, and he immediately realized the meaning behind Shen Zhuowen's words, "Ao Fei has feelings for you?"

Shen Zhuowen , " She said that after the banquet here is over, she and I will return to China to attend the Shen family's birthday party."

The words may seem insignificant, but they reveal a different amount of information.

Mr. Shen narrowed his eyes and quickly made a decision , " There must be some misunderstanding when Min Bai made this call. You two are purely friends. I know it. He only cares and gets confused. You don't have to do this." Never mind, I’ll explain it to him.”

Shen Zhuowen smiled , " Thank you, grandpa."

From this angle, Jiang Zhimiao could not completely see Shen Zhuowen's expression, but he could see that when he said this, there was not a trace of smile in his eyes, but only boredom.

It is also filled with some indescribable ... sharpness.