When I woke up the next day, it was clear.

After the rain, the air seemed to be full of fresh smell. Tang Qing woke up and yawned. He felt his bones were very sour and soft. He got up and stretched out. He picked up the crutches at the head of the bed and went down to wash.

The ground was very wet, but the rain had not dried last night. Her legs were inconvenient and she was supported by crutches. When she went down, her crutches slipped and she couldn't help toppling forward.

"Ah..."

She could not help but exclaimed, and then suddenly a hand stretched out from behind her, took her waist and made her stand on the ground.

Tang Qing was stiff.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and looked at the hand on her waist.

The man's thin and slender hand is now around her waist. Her nails were trimmed for him just a few days ago. They were neat and clean.

She trembled a little, not knowing whether it was joy or fear. When Xiao Fengting was unconscious, she was looking forward to him waking up quickly. When he came to his senses, she had a strange feeling in her heart. Maybe it was easier for her to face Xiao Fengting who was not aware than to face Xiao Fengting who was sober.

She slowly took a breath to stabilize her mood. Her feet, which had been standing for too long, could not hold her tightly closed body at the moment. One leg was soft and was about to fall to the ground. The man stretched out his other hand, took her arm and pulled her to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Tang Qing sits in the same place, the whole person is a bit muddleheaded, also did not look back to see him, really do not know how to face him.

Ask "why did you save me"? Or "what are you thinking about, Xiao Fengting"?

But they are living in such a place, even asking such questions is meaningless.

Tang Qing sat in a daze for a long time. Thinking of Xiao Fengting waking up, she didn't have any psychological preparation at all. However, the high wall in her heart had been gradually erected. Facing this person, she began to be afraid again and began to be on guard.

Tang Qing turned her head slowly and looked at the man who had already sat up. Maybe her face was too pale. The other side moved her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "you have a wooden room."

Tang Qing:

Has this guy lost his language nerve?

The other side also seems to notice that his tongue is not very smart, there was silence for a while, then re opened his mouth: "are you ok?"

Tang tilted down his eyes and motioned for him to release his hand. Seeing that the other party was still holding her arm, he didn't notice her sign at all. He couldn't help being a little impatient.

Facing the comatose Xiao Fengting, she can feed him a bowl of Chicken Soup for two hours, but when she wakes up, she doesn't want to stay with him for a second.

Then let him live and die.

Tang Qing thought badly.

He woke up anyway, and she had no obligation.

Just as she was thinking about how to shake off the oil bottle, Xiao Fengting spoke again.

"What's your name?"

He's still a little tongue slapping, probably in a coma for a month, and his tongue is still a little knotted, but his pronunciation is clear.

“……” Tang Qing looked up at him strangely.

Xiao Fengting rubbed his temples and asked, "what's my name?"