She slept uncomfortably, and all kinds of grotesque dreams intertwined, blurring the line between reality and reality.

was feeling uncomfortable, and vaguely heard Murong Cheng calling her name: "Zizi, get up and drink soup." ”

Mu Zi was helped up by him, and took a sip of soup with his eyes closed, which had a sweet cola flavor and a slightly spicy ginger flavor

"Are we back to Qingjiang?" Mu Zi muttered.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to buy a piece of ginger at two o'clock in the morning in the unfamiliar city of Kitahama.

Murong Cheng didn't answer her, just slowly fed her ginger soup, and sighed, "I shouldn't have taken you out today." ”

If he had stayed at home today, Mu Zi would not have gotten sick and had a fever.

What he usually says, Mu Zi will always sneer at him, but when he said that he shouldn't come out today, Mu Zi immediately nodded and agreed: "Yes, you shouldn't come out." ”

She drank ginger soup, her head was dizzy, but her thinking was very clear, and she talked to Murong Cheng without a match.

"Every time I go out with you, I'm unlucky." Mu Zi said, "Once you were attacked by a gunshot, you blew someone's face...... Another time it was an assassination, you stabbed someone to death, but this time it didn't happen, and I got sick......"

"You're not going to think of something good?" Murong Cheng was angry and funny, and wanted to pinch her face, but seeing that she was still uncomfortable, he held back.

Mu Zi thought about it very seriously, and after a while, he shook his head: "I can't think of a good one, you are too bad, it's always good to be with you." ”

Murong Cheng's breath paused, and there was an indescribable feeling of suffocation in his heart.

Although he knew that Mu Zi didn't love him, he still cared.

It's impossible not to care......

Mu Zi drank the ginger soup slowly, drank most of the bowl, lay down and continued to sleep.

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and there was only one lamp in the room, which was dim and dim. Murong Cheng was in a bad mood and wanted to smoke a cigarette and prepared to go to the corridor outside.

He opened the door, and the lock made a subtle click.

Mu Zi on the bed suddenly sat up, "Murong Cheng? ”

Her voice was soft, and her questioning tone revealed a little unease, like a frightened and helpless fawn.

"Huh?" Murong Cheng stood by the door and answered.

Mu Zi felt relieved, and fell asleep again.

Murong Cheng was stunned.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes to the cigarette case in his hand and put it away again.

Murong Cheng returned to the house, lay down next to Mu Zi, and gently wrapped her in his arms.

As if in a dream, she rolled over and muttered in a complaining tone: "...... Murong Cheng, you're so annoying. ”

When he heard it, he felt sorry for her, and laughed at her.

"A little thing of duplicity." Murong Cheng's thin lips curled slightly, and the faint pain in his heart dissipated without a trace.

……

The next day, Mu Zi slept until eleven o'clock before waking up.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the hotel's plush bed, snowy outside the window, and she was still in Kitahama City.

Murong Cheng touched her forehead, "The fever has subsided." ”

Mu Zi is young and has a fast recovery ability, and she often goes to the gym with Jiang Ci to practice boxing and fitness, and her physical fitness has always been very good.

Although the fever had subsided, she was still weak and she was hungry.

Mu Zi began to miss Bai Wei, if she was at home at the moment, Bai Wei would definitely find a way to make food for her.

"I want to go home." She said.

Murong Cheng looked at her little face, which was slightly pale after her illness, and said distressedly: "Okay, then go home." ”

The two took a plane back to Qingjiang City.

After arriving home, Murong Cheng was severely counted down by Bai Wei.

He didn't make any excuses this time, and bluntly said that he took Mu Zi to Beibin City for Christmas, and because Mu Zi had a cold and fever, he delayed going home.

Bai Wei lost her temper a lot, but her personality was too soft, and even if she lost her temper, it was a gentle and drizzly feeling: "It's too nonsense!" Where to go and why do you run so far? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and run outside to get cold, can you not get sick? What if this is the root of the disease? Your sister is still so young, how can she withstand your toss! ”