quadruple sleep

The man in front of him was wearing a black sweatshirt.

Hang Si had never seen Lu Nanshen wear this set of clothes.

If Qiao Yuan came out of the master bedroom, then this set of clothes either belonged to Nian Baixiao or were put here by Lu Nanshen's eldest brother. In short, what he was wearing was not the home clothes that Lu Nanshen was wearing.

No matter how afraid Hang Si was of Qiao Yuan, he was also hoping that he would have nothing to do with Lu Nanshen. But on such a night, in a community with relatively strict entry and exit restrictions, and the door was locked with an electronic code, Qiao Yuan just came.

how come?

Qiao Yuan did not answer Hang Si's question and ignored the fear in her eyes. I don't know if it was because of the night or her hallucination, but Qiao Yuan's eyes were not as cold as before. On the contrary, concern could be captured in the bottomless eyes.

He asked in a low voice, "How are your feet?"

Hang Si swallowed nervously, "It's okay."

"Why are you still walking around?" Qiao Yuan frowned slightly, feeling clearly distressed as he scolded her.

Hang Si didn't expect him to say that, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'm thirsty, so..."

"Is Lu Nanshen a waste?" Qiao Yuan frowned even more tightly, almost gritting his teeth, "How could I let you get hurt?"

Hang Si trembled, "You..."

"Why, are you nervous when I mention Lu Nanshen? Or are you shocked?" Qiao Yuan came closer to her and stared down at her face.

But his burning gaze slowly moved down from her dark eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, and her red lips. Especially on her lips, his gaze lingered for a long time, and the sexy raised Adam's apple slid up and down in the dark light.

"Weren't you with him when the accident happened? What happened as a result?" He raised his hand and caressed her face with his slender white finger bones, as if he was distressed and cruel, and said word by word, "I still let you suffer. Hurt, I wish I could kill him."

Hang Si felt excited, "Qiao Yuan, you and him..."

Is it a person?

The words kept swirling in my throat, and I wanted to ask, but my upper and lower teeth were chattering faintly, so I couldn't ask.

This is ridiculous.

Qiao Yuan didn't seem to give her a chance to ask questions. He turned around and squatted down, "Come up."

Hang Si was stunned.

Maybe he expected that she would be surprised, so Qiao Yuan didn't even look back, but simply said, "Carry you back to your room."

"Need not--"

"Why don't you just hug her?" Qiao Yuan interrupted her coldly.

Hang Si didn't want him to hold her, so he could only obey and lay on his back. The man stood up effortlessly, carrying her as if he was carrying air. He turned his head slightly and said, "I have lost weight again."

Hang Si pursed his lips and said nothing, but he was shattered inside. This scene was going crazy for her, it was so hard to understand. And the moment the man turned his head, she observed carefully and saw that his ears were smooth.

She was confused again.

Lu Nanshen's ear canal was injured. In the past few days, she had been focusing on applying medicine to his ear. Today, she also applied medicine to him. If Qiao Yuan was Lu Nanshen, there should be medicine in the ear canal.

But with him carrying her like this, she could faintly smell the potion...

Hang Si's eyes darkened. Maybe everything can be disguised, but there are also things that cannot be disguised.

In this way, Qiao Yuan carried her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed and carefully examined her foot injury. He raised his eyes and asked her, what did the doctor say?

There was only a night light with a large bean shadow in the bedroom. The extremely weak light was like a firefly, and a few rays splashed on the man's thick eyebrows and long eyes. Hang Si looked up at him and replied, "It's not a big deal, just support him."

As her vision adjusted, she looked carefully while answering his questions. Qiao Yuan also looked weak tonight, not as domineering as before, or rather exuding a chilling temperament. His face has become thinner, and his complexion is not very good-looking, it is pale.

It looked exactly like Lu Nanshen's face, but the difference was only due to the different expressions and eyes.

But this proves nothing.

"Do you know everything that happened these days?" Hang Si asked.

Qiao Yuan nodded slightly.

"How did you know?" Hang Si asked.

Qiao Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and leaned close to her, smiling brightly on his handsome face. But this smile was not as clear as a spring like Lu Nanshen's, with a hint of sinisterness and unruliness. Hang Si suppressed his fear and did not avoid him, but in fact she had no way to avoid him. Her back was pressed against the head of the bed, and her breathing was shortened.

When the tips of their noses were almost touching, Qiao Yuan's eyes slid to her lips again. His deep eyes were dyed with a color of lust that she was very familiar with, and Hang Si felt his scalp tighten.

His voice was low, "You are mine, I know everything about you, can't I?"

Hangji's breathing quickened.

"Do you miss me?" Qiao Yuan asked with a smile.

Hang Si's throat was tight and he didn't speak.

"Why don't you speak? Are you afraid of me?" Qiao Yuan raised his face slightly, put his big hand on her face and rubbed it gently.

"I'm afraid of you." Hang Si suppressed his disordered breathing and suppressed the waves of fear in his heart. Her fear of him came from deep within and was beyond her control.

"Qiao Yuan, can you leave my life?"

Qiao Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a bit ruthless between a half-smile and a half-smile. "Leave? Asi, you are mine, and I will not leave even if you are alone for one day."

"But, what should we do?" Hang Si said with a trembling voice.

Qiao Yuan looked at her unclearly. "Lu Nanshen, you know." Hang Si took the initiative to approach him and said in a low voice, "He also hopes that I am his. Since you know everything about me, you should also know that he is pursuing me and he likes me very much. .”

"With him?" Qiao Yuan sneered, staring at her face, "I want to get you in my dreams."

"Then you go teach him a lesson." Hang Si leaned close to him and stared into his eyes, "He is lying in the master bedroom with injuries on his body. Even if you kill him now, he can't resist."

Qiao Yuan looked at her with a smile, his narrow eyes stained with secretiveness, and he looked at her a little more. Hang Si felt panicked when he saw him, but he still forced himself to remain motionless, so as not to reveal his inner uneasiness.

"Why are you anxious about dealing with him?" Qiao Yuan raised his hand and gently pinched her chin, moved his thin lips closer to hers, and said word by word, "I will kill him sooner or later."

Hang Si was agitated and his shoulders shook.

Qiao Yuan's lips fell in the next second.

The man's lips were slightly cold, like winter snow.

His tongue and teeth were slightly hot, trying to arouse her passion compulsively.

This time Hang Si didn't hide or struggle, his whole body was right there, looking up to receive his passionate kiss.

Seeing this, the man relaxed his strength and became sentimental.

Hang Si took the opportunity to climb onto his shoulder, but his big hand pulled him down before his fingers could touch him.

He chuckled, "Asi, what do you want to do?"

Hang Si risked his life and moved his lips closer to his ear.

She knew him.

Sure enough, Qiao Yuan's throat slid and he breathed heavily.

She took the initiative to hug his neck, and breathed out her red lips gently, "Don't you want me?"

Qiao Yuan's big hands gently pinched her slender waist, and his voice became hoarse as he chuckled, "A Si, this doesn't look like you."

Just as he was about to pull her away, Hang Si's quick eyes and quick hands pulled open the collar of his neck.

This move was quick and neat, and most of the man's neck collar was torn open. Qiao Yuan was stunned, then pushed her away. She was mentally and physically unstable and hit her back on the head of the bed, groaning in pain.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were filled with annoyance when he saw this, and he quickly stepped forward to pull her over, "Does it hurt?"

"Don't touch me!" Hang Si yelled almost reflexively, as if his whole body collapsed instantly.

Qiao Yuan's hand hung in the air, his expression solemn, "Asi."

Hang Si was stimulated and shook violently.

Although the room was dark, and even though she had just pulled away the collar of his neck, that one blow was enough. She could clearly see that there was gauze wrapped around his shoulders.

The door was suddenly knocked open.

That's when Bai Xiao heard the noise and felt something bad. He didn't care about the relationship between men and women, so he opened the door and barged in. At a glance, he saw the man sitting by the bed. He was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing. He rushed forward and was about to take action.

"Nian Baixiao!" Hang Si subconsciously hugged Qiao Yuan and shouted almost hysterically, "Don't do it!"

Qiao Yuan was startled and looked down at Hang Si in his arms.

This was a rare occasion for her to take the initiative to hug her. The force was so strong that he could even feel the trembling of her arms. He lowered his eyes and looked at her, with sadness filling his eyes.

Nian Baixiao stopped and stared at the man. With the faint light, he could see the man's eyes clearly. It was Qiao Yuan.

A premonition arises spontaneously.

Sure enough, Hang Si said with a trembling voice, "Nanshen, he is... Lu Nanshen."

At this moment, Nian Baixiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Although he had thought of this possibility for a long time, he still found it difficult to accept the reality before him. Suddenly he came to his senses, turned around suddenly and ran out.

Hang Si knew what Nian Baixiao was doing, and felt great sadness in her heart. She hugged Qiao Yuan tightly and slowly lowered her arm, staring at his face. Her eyes turned red as she stared, followed by tears. Came down.

She couldn't say anything, as if she had exhausted all her energy by saying "He is Lu Nanshen" just now.

Qiao Yuan's expression was not good-looking either. He raised his hand and hesitated for a moment with his slender fingers, but he still climbed up to her face and wiped away the tears on her cheeks bit by bit, but more and more tears were wiped away.

Finally, he whispered, "Stop crying, Si."

He couldn't see her crying, whether it was two years ago or two years later. When she cries, he feels powerless. It took a long time for Bai Xiao to come back again. He leaned against the door, his steps staggering a few times. He went to the master bedroom, and the moment he pushed the door open, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, he was staring at the man beside the bed, that face, but his eyes were so different.

It took Nian Baixiao a long time to find his voice, but it was trembling when he heard it, "How could this happen? Lu Nanshen, you..."

"I'm Qiao Yuan." The man's tone suddenly turned cold.

At this moment, the air around him seemed to be gradually freezing, and Qiao Yuan's eyes were not warm at all in the light, like frost on the tiles, which made people shiver.

Nian Baixiao clutched the door handle tightly. He didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, he had never heard of such a thing before.

A deathly silence fell in the room.

Qiao Yuan had no plan to deal with Nian Baixiao. He looked at Hang Si again, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and sighed weakly, "Stop crying, okay?" He seemed to be pleading.