After Dr. Feng left, Ning Xizhou sat beside her, she held his clothes, and kept the same position all the time.

There were still some wounds on her fingers, and he tried to get up but she grabbed him tightly, so he had to give up.

After a long time, he felt that his body was also a little stiff.

He had seen her ruthlessness a long time ago, she couldn't be frightened by that kind of scene, she dared to kill, he didn't believe that there were still things in this world that she was afraid of.

So there was only one possibility, maybe she had really experienced something terrifying, so that she was stimulated by the sight of tonight's scene.

He looked down and saw that she was already asleep, not sleeping very well, and as soon as he moved, she tugged at his sleeve like a wounded little beast.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Qinglime suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat, opened his eyes to find that there was darkness around him, and felt that there were people around him.

She stepped back vigilantly and fell off the couch.

She bumped into something and made a sound, the man woke up and quickly got off the couch to pick her up, her body stepped back, "Who?" ”

Realizing her fear, he whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'll turn on the lights right away." ”

Ning Xizhou turned on the light, she curled up on the side of the coffee table, her face was covered with sweat, her hair was wet and sticky to her face, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

His heart tugged and ached, and he approached, crouched beside her, and instead of touching her, he asked softly, "Have a nightmare?" Forget about something terrible when you dream about it, it's safe here. ”

Jiang Qingling felt a little cold, when she saw Ning Xizhou, those unknown fears were gone, and the nightmares that plagued her were also dispelled.

She woke up from the nightmare, she didn't fall into that predicament again, she was still Jiang Qinglime, she didn't die, she wasn't trampled, she was still alive.

Tonight, the person who fell into hell is not her, it is Jiang Qingyi, a woman who suffers by herself!

Jiang Qinglime fell into deep thought, her head hurting a little.

Ning Xizhou saw her rubbing her temples and didn't dare to approach, "Don't be afraid, I will save you." ”

"Help me?" Jiang Qingling was a little puzzled, what to do to save her?

"You let me save you." Although, the person's name is not his......

Ning Xizhou suddenly thought of something, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "Lime, do you know where you are?" ”

Jiang Qingling looked around and said with some uncertainty: "Isn't it your house?" ”

"It's your home too." Ning Xizhou scooped her up from the ground, "From now on, this will be your home, your home forever." ”

Jiang Lime saw tenderness on the man's face! What the hell is tenderness?

Did she read it wrong?

She was a little overwhelmed, "Ning Xizhou, are you okay?" ”

He didn't say anything, just looked at her, then pressed her body to the couch and took the medicine box and placed it in front of her.

He took her hand, saw the blood marks on her fingers, dipped it in the potion and washed her, "You have been holding me, and I can't get out, now I will briefly deal with it for you." ”

Jiang Qinglime's head hurt again, her thoughts went back again, and Jiang Qingyi's screams of being torn apart jumped into her mind, and then she fell into memories, the memories that made her fall into hell.

The cold eyes flashed, all of this had nothing to do with her, it was the woman who did it herself, she just added fuel to the fire.

Ning Xizhou saw the familiar cold color in her eyes, so he asked, "Remembered?" ”

"You're not going to say it, are you?" The coldness in Jiang Qinglime's eyes was no longer there, but she stared closely at the man who wiped her hands.

The other party continued to help her wipe her hands, with a faint expression, without nodding or shaking her head.