He didn't feel sleepy, so he stood on the balcony, his uniform was still stained with blood, it was her blood.

He remembered to see her in the bar, blood and water on her face, that moment, his heart even stopped a beat.

It never occurred to him that he would be so worried about the little girl sleeping in his bedroom.

He put her in his arms and felt that her life was not in danger, so he let go.

He leaned against the railing, blowing the evening wind, knew that she was all right, and sleeping quietly in his room, he felt very calm.

But after smoking, there was no spare here, and he couldn't sleep. The night was long and he became tormented.

He went to the bathroom to take a bath, wore a dark green T-shirt and cotton hemp grey trousers, and then continued to stand on the balcony, anyway, not sleepy, just blowing the night breeze.

Staying more than 12 o'clock in the night, he remembered the doctor's advice to see if she had a fever from the wound.

He went to the door of her room and knocked. There was no response.

Strange to say, I think I just lost love, should continue to toss and turn, sleepless all night, but she just touched the pillow and fell asleep.

Maybe it's because of drinking too much, maybe it's because I'm tired after a fight, or maybe it's because of too much blood loss that people feel a little dizzy.

In a word, she fell asleep on the pillow, and she was quite asleep.

Shen Zhaozheng knocks on the door, but there is no response. He knocks twice again, but there is no response.

With a thump in his heart, he quickly opened the door.

The bedroom is very dark, only the street lamp outside the window sill spills in, light, he gently walks over, bows his head, pats her face gently.

She grunted softly.

Shen Zhaozheng put his heart down. It's OK. He just fell asleep.

He reached out and touched her forehead, then explored his own forehead, found that the temperature was not high, which was completely relieved.

He was about to get up and leave her room when the man in his sleep grabbed his hand: "don't go Don't go, don't go... "

The voice is vague and full of grievances.

Shen Zhaozheng's heart trembled. He knew who she told him not to leave. Although it was not for him to leave, his feet seemed to be rooted and could not move.

He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, the dim light on her face, she was still whispering, frowning.

This girl is just pretending to be strong.

He reached out his hand and gently touched her face: "nothing, I don't go, I don't go."

She gradually settled down and held his arm tightly.

Some of him couldn't laugh or cry, and some were greedy for her temperature and her attachment.

His hands, like a demon, lingered on her cheek and touched her tenderness with his fingers.

His thumb fingertips accidentally rub her lips, full and tender, as if there was an electric current flowing through his whole body, and he immediately retracted his hand.

She still held his arm, as long as he moved, she seemed to have some coquettish tone to hem and haw not to let him move.

He did not move and let her hold him.

The night seemed to be less painful.

Shen Zhaozheng knows that one of his heart has been completely destroyed.

He didn't know whether it was a lucky thing or an unfortunate thing to have someone he liked at the age of 28.

But he knew that he was not a person who would shrink back. Since he fell in love with her, he would try his best to get her.

She's single now, and so is he.

Even after talking to his nephew for a while, so what?

He doesn't mind.

Well, uncle, it's like this. It doesn't matter if you don't mind. The important thing is that people don't mind.