Fu Tingyuan frowned, reached out and took the medicine bottle in Luo Nanchu's hand, glanced at the Ming book, and poured one out of it and put it in her hand. Fastest updates

Luo Nanchu pinched the pill, looked at the man's gloomy face again, laughed loudly, and then turned around and took the pill as if he was helpless.

Fu Tingyuan stepped forward and hugged her, looking at her fair and delicate cheeks, her eyebrows were lowered, and there was an obedient well-behaved attitude in his arms.

"How long have you been insomnia?"

"It's been several years. Not severe, intermittent. She didn't have much, turned to him and smiled, "It's getting late, go to bed." ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her for a while, and then asked, "Didn't you go to the hospital to see?" ”

"Look, it's healing." She broke free from his embrace, walked to the **, lifted the quilt and lay on the **, "I've been here alone for five years, and it's impossible for something to go wrong now." You don't have to think too much about it. ”

Fu Tingyuan hugged her in the past, looked down and sniffed her hair, her soft body was completely embraced by him, but it was not steady, as if holding an empty shadow.

He suddenly had a delusion.

Did he come back too late?

Or maybe it's too late.

No matter what he does, he can't save her from leaving.

When he woke up at four o'clock in the morning, Luo Nanchu was not in his arms.

When Fu Tingyuan came to his senses, he saw Luo Nanchu sitting on the windowsill smoking a cigarette.

The window was cracked open by her, and the cold wind blew in, and the strands of hair that fell down her cheeks floated gently, blowing away the smell of smoke from her fingertips.

In the blue light of the early morning, her expression was cold and tired, she raised her hand and slowly took a puff of cigarette, the faint smoke overflowing from her lips and teeth.

Fu Tingyuan has always felt that it is not good for women to smoke, and he doesn't like Luo Nanchu smoking, but he is not worried about her body, but just that her smoking appearance is too amorous and sexy.

His possessiveness didn't want other men to see her like this.

He sat up slowly from the **, and watched Luo Nanchu leaning on the windowsill alone in a daze, one of her feet naturally drooping, and the other foot bent up, if there was a photographer at this moment, he would definitely feel that this picture was as exquisite as a magazine silhouette.

He closed his eyes slightly and let out a breath.

[My body is too resistant to medicine, and eating too little doesn't work at all.] 】

Too little, too little.

It hadn't slept in two days, and no matter how dull he was, he could know that she wasn't normal.

Luo Nanchu finished smoking a cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and when he was about to open the cigarette case and take out one again, he saw that the man who was sleeping didn't know when he was already sitting on the ** head.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "Do you want cigarettes?" ”

"We go to the hospital during the day."

Luo Nanchu lowered his head and curled the corners of his lips silently: "What are you doing in the hospital?" It's useless. I'm there, my own body knows by itself. ”

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"What else can I do with insomnia? It's just a nervous breakdown. If you let me go home, I might get a good night's sleep. I can't sleep in front of your face all day. ”

“……”

"It's useless for you to stare at me." She jumped off the windowsill and threw her cigarette case on the couch, "If you can't sleep, you can't sleep." But I was joking with you just now, it's none of your business, it's my own reason. My highest record was a week without sleep, and now it's only two days, and it's okay. ”

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