moonlight lure

His usually stoic image is too deeply rooted in people's hearts, and when he talks serious nonsense, it's hard to tell the truth from the lie.

Song Shiwei secretly wrote down the account. He let go of her hand and motioned to the fruit on the table: "I can leave by myself. Don't move the tableware. I'll take care of it tomorrow. Wash whatever you want to eat yourself."

She shook her head, not in the mood: "I don't want to eat it."

Ji Yanchen looked at her quietly for a moment and comforted in a low voice: "I was hit by something heavier than this before when I was training in the army. I was on the mountain at that time, and I kept putting it off to look at it. Nothing happened after that."

Song Shiwei found the opportunity to fight back: "You were still young at that time."

He laughed when he heard this, and looked at her face with deep eyes: "You really hope that I break my bones?"

Only then did Song Shiwei realize that she had childishly started to argue with him at this moment. Her expression was slightly sarcastic, but she suppressed it and returned to her usual polite and distant expression: "I don't hope, fractures are very expensive."

He chuckled: "Not only is it expensive, but it also means you can't take care of yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and tentatively left the kitchen. Song Shiwei was still worried and followed him to watch him drag his left leg back to the living room.

Although his tone was relaxed, there was a hint of moisture on his forehead when he sat down on the sofa.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips in self-blame, and after a while, she said softly: "I'm sorry."

As the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that it seemed like the two of them had been apologizing to each other since they met.

This is not a good sign.

Because apologizing means being indebted, while constant indebtedness means entanglement.

Song Shiwei came back to her senses and asked, "Are you not going to be able to go to work next week?"

He pondered for a moment: "Depending on the situation, I should still be in the team, but I won't be on the field."

She stood silently in front of him for a moment, until he raised his head in confusion.

"I will take you to the hospital tomorrow. If you need to be hospitalized, I will hire a nurse."

She expressed the solution she had considered with a serious and solemn expression, "If you don't need to be hospitalized, I'm not a good cook. I'll order takeout for you for three meals. I'll ask my aunt to take care of the housework. If you have anything else, you can come to me anytime." , and then you see what else you need?"

The person in front of him frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with her solution to draw a clear line.

"None of what you said is necessary. You didn't mean it, and"

He stopped and raised his eyes to look at her, "You are not a stranger either."

Song Shiwei's eyes met with his for a moment.

His eyes were calm but substantial, and his touch was not as calm as he looked, but slightly hot.

She looked away slightly uncomfortably, and replied half-jokingly: "But I'm not a very close friend of yours, so I can let you not care about it at all."

He looked at her with a natural expression and a deep voice: "You can."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Not sure if it was her imagination, Song Shiwei felt that the word "you" was emphasized, and the three simple words were suddenly ambiguous.

It seems to be hinting, "Of course you can do it", and it seems to be confusing, "Only you can do it".

The parted thick eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, just like the wings of a butterfly sensitively sensing the dangerous airflow in front of a hurricane.

Deliberately ignoring the vague and vague meaning in his eyes, Song Shiwei did not respond and calmly changed the topic: "Let's see the results of the hospital tomorrow."

She turned around and left the living room: "I'm going to wash the fruits."

The person on the sofa looked at her back quietly, the warmth leaking from the end of her eyes was oppressive and intense.

The glass windows of the old house made a dull noise in the baptism of the storm. Mori lay quietly at his feet. He could tell whether he was really injured and raised his head to rub his injured ankle.

The light coming from the kitchen is dim and warm, and the sound of water running is inexplicably filled with smoke and smoke.

He turned to look out the window, suddenly no longer hating the typhoon.

It was also the first time that he was not alone at home during a typhoon.

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In the room on the night of the typhoon, the TV was the only sound source.The size of the gray sofa is not large. The two people are sitting on both sides, with only one person in the middle. The female anchor on the screen has a sweet voice and smiles as she announces: "Affected by the continued intensification of the global heat island effect, our city will be affected this summer. It is expected that there will be unprecedented high temperature weather, please citizens and friends..."

Heat island effect.

Song Shiwei leaned on the sofa and recited these words absently.

She recalled the metaphor used by her teacher in her high school geography class when she first mentioned this term. A city with high temperatures was surrounded by low-temperature suburbs, like an isolated island floating in the ocean.

At that time, she held her chin and imagined this scene. The sea water was cold and cold, but it could magically surround an isolated island and melt it into a heat island. She suddenly felt that this word was a bit romantic.

It's like a lonely person who has been longing to meet another island until someone appears, but he is not an island, but the sea.

The closer you get, the hotter it gets.

Song Shiwei came back to her senses, smiled and shook her head slightly at the romantic reverie of a teenage girl.

She reached out to the fruit plate between the two seats, and her fingertips accidentally touched a warm spot just before touching the strawberry.

The two of them paused at the same time. He put away his hand first and said softly: "Ladies first."

Song Shiwei curled her lips politely, glanced at the off-white rug on the ground from the corner of her eye, and asked casually: "Is Labrador easy to care for?"

He looked over: "Do you want to raise me?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"You live alone?"

"Yes."

Ji Yanchen was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Can someone help you walk your dog or take a bath occasionally?"

Song Shiwei thought about Yao Jiajia: "...No."

Ji Yanchen concluded: "Then it's not easy for you to take care of yourself."

Seeing her pursed lips in disappointment, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the dog lying on the ground, and suddenly suggested: "If you really want to give it a try, you can take Mori back and raise him for a few days."

Mori slowly turned his head back:?
Song Shiwei was startled and said hesitantly: "Is this okay?"

After all, Morrie is a large dog. She has no relationship with him at all and has no experience in raising dogs. If something happens, she is worried that she will not be able to control it.

"I'm not asking you to take it home today, I'm saying that if you have a chance in the future." Ji Yanchen said slowly, "You have to get familiar with it first."

Song Shiwei smiled after hearing this, and leaned over to rub Mo Li's head: "That's okay."

He continued: "I will call you when I take it to the park in the future."

He bent his eyes and didn't notice anything wrong: "Okay."

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and looked at her smiling face. Mo Li closed his eyes comfortably under her touch. He suddenly felt a little jealous.

It was just the first time I saw her and she loved it so much.

How many times has he met her? When will she start to like him a little bit?

Ji Yanchen couldn't help but feel amused that he had surpassed his peers in jealousy. He calmed down and turned to ask the person next to him: "Do you want to watch the video of Mori when he was a child?"

Song Shiwei raised her face curiously: "Okay."

He picked up the phone and found the video and handed it to her. She sat up and leaned slightly towards him so that he could also see the screen: "Is this at your training ground?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at her slender knuckles: "Well, it's the second one on the left."

Song Shiwei didn't notice his gaze, and was so cute that she was melted by the cuteness of a row of young police dogs with milky milk: "It's so cute. Sure enough, all creatures are the cutest when they are puppies."

Mori, who was on the floor, turned around dissatisfied, resting his chin on her knees, looking at her with resentment.

(End of this chapter)