Luo Yan could hear all the movements.

But she just closed her eyes and didn't want to wake up.

Thinking that Yemo was sitting next to her, she felt that it was a sarcasm.

He can always appear when Jian Anning needs it most, at night, Jian Anning can easily call him out with a casual phone call, Luo Yan closed her eyes, and thought for a long time, she thought, did she ever have such treatment?

In the end, the answer was no.

Because when she is in trouble, the person she is least willing to trouble and rely on is Yemo, so naturally Yemo will not appear when she needs it most.

The people in the car were speechless all the way.

Yemo shifted his gaze to his side—

Her face was tired, her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep, and the long beige trench coat slipped from her body and fell to her waist.

Yemo unhurriedly pulled up the windbreaker for her, covering her body again, and her cool fingertips accidentally touched Luo Yan's skin, making her heart chuckle subconsciously.

Two and a half hours later, the car was parked under the apartment building.

The drive was too long, and Luo Yan really fell asleep now.

Jian Anning wanted to remind Luo Yan to get out of the car, but Yemo made a silent gesture towards her.

He gently and carefully picked Luo Yan out of the back seat.

Seeing this, Jian Anning hurriedly walked forward twice and pressed the elevator.

Yemo hugged Luo Yan to the elevator, and then arrived at the door of Luo Yan's apartment.

He whispered to Jian Anning, for fear of disturbing the woman in his arms to sleep.

"The keys are in my trouser pockets, open the door for me." Since the last time he picked Luo Yan's lock, Yemo asked someone to reinstall a lock and took a spare key.

He has this key with him at all times.

Jian Anning subconsciously wanted to follow Yemo in to see Luo Yan, but Yemo stopped her.

"It's not too early, you should rest early." His tone was calm, without the slightest wave, but with a cold sense of alienation from thousands of miles away.

Jian Anning bit her lower lip, and similarly, the emotions on her face were also complicated.

But in the end, she didn't say anything, just walked out silently.

Yemo carried Luo Yan back to the bedroom, put her lightly on the bed, and the moment he raised his hand, he felt as if his whole arm was numb.

The wound on the left shoulder never seemed to heal, and the moment it was about to heal, it suddenly opened again.

He remembered that when he and Luo Yan agreed to divorce not long ago, they would go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the divorce procedures when the injury on his shoulder was healed, but at this time, he was actually thinking that if the wound on his shoulder could never heal, it would be fine.

There was a curvature on his lips, faint, a little playful.

The wound was torn open, and the shirt was stained with blood again, he went to the cloakroom to find a shirt to change into, but found that her cloakroom had long been out of his clothes, and he didn't know when it was all cleaned out.

This time, I'm afraid she made a decision to cut off all relations with him.

There was inevitably a sense of loss in his heart, he returned to her bedroom again, and when he opened the door, he accidentally made a noise, Luo Yan was awakened, sat up suddenly, and stared straight in front of him...... Topless man.

After a few seconds, she grabbed a pillow next to her and threw it at him!