moonlight lure

The person in front of her looked at her with complicated eyes, then silently put the chopsticks beside her bowl without replying.She didn't pay attention, sat down and looked at the table.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green bamboo shoots, sweet and sour pork loin, salt and pepper potatoes, loofah and pork ribs soup.

She could make four dishes and one soup with one hand, which made Song Shiwei very ashamed.

Ji Yanchen stood in front of the table, unscrewed a bottle of juice and gave it to her: "There aren't many things in the refrigerator. Sorry, just eat something."

Song Shiwei thought to herself, you are being humble, this lineup is already a feast compared to the bread and oatmeal she eats every night.

Both sat down.

The person across the table waited for her to taste it first, then asked in a low voice: "Can it be okay?"

Song Shiwei nodded, swallowed the food in her mouth, and was a little surprised: "Captain Ji, your skills are good."

It was much better than she imagined.

"They are all home-cooked dishes." Ji Yanchen smiled lightly and picked up the chopsticks, "Do you usually cook at home?"

Song Shiwei shook his head: "I'm not very good at cooking, so I always eat takeout."

After a pause, she remembered: "By the way, the security guard called just now and said that the accident car was towed away. I can go back when the rain subsides."

The two of them subconsciously looked out the window at the same time. Ji Yanchen glanced at her calmly: "I just saw the news that the rain may continue until the early morning."

After a pause for a few seconds, he continued, "If it's too late, you don't mind staying in the guest room for the night. There are new toiletries."

Song Shiwei put away her eyes, curved her lips and smiled, and refused without thinking: "I still can't, it's not convenient."

Staying here for a few hours is already unavoidable, and it would be too embarrassing to stay overnight.

The person in front of her nodded, respecting her decision.

Song Shiwei stopped talking, not because she didn't want to talk to him, but because she didn't care about him.

She was already very hungry today, and because she was busy at work and living alone, it was difficult for her to eat home-cooked food, so this dinner was quite suitable for her.

She didn't remember to interact with the chef until the end of her bowl of rice, and she gave the highest praise within her ability without hesitation: "It would be great if you worked in the canteen of our unit."

Ji Yanchen was laughed at by her and said half-jokingly: "When will your cafeteria recruit people? Please help me pay attention."

After the meal, Song Shiwei took the initiative to take up the responsibility of washing the dishes. In order to maintain his image as a wounded person, Ji Yanchen could only give up his seat and stand next to her and pretend to tidy the refrigerator.

Her movements were obviously very unskilled. It looked like she rarely did housework, but she used an extravagant amount of dishwashing liquid, creating a pool of bubbles.

Ji Yanchen laughed silently and took out the fruit from the refrigerator. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her hand slipping and she accidentally dropped the casserole for making soup.

She lowered her head and exclaimed. Ji Yanchen's body reacted before his brain. He instinctively leaned forward half a step forward to pick it up with his left hand. The moment he touched it, he suddenly remembered that he was a wounded person. He hesitated for a moment and wiped the casserole. His fingertips slipped and hit his feet hard.

The air was silent for a second, and then the pot fell apart, covering up Ji Yanchen's groan.

"hiss"

It hurts so much!!!!
Song Shiwei's hands froze in front of her, and her pupils trembled.

She knew very well that being hit by such a heavy casserole would not make it better, and more importantly, if he hadn't stopped her just now, the thing would most likely hit her feet.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person in front of her. He had his head lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly. The veins in the arm that was supporting the edge of the cabinet were bulging, and the lines of his neck were stiff, indicating that the owner was holding his breath hard at this moment.

All the apologies seemed feeble. Song Shiwei was nervous and silent, thinking of solutions quickly in her head. After a while, Shen Jing said: "I will drive you to the hospital now." Ji Yanchen paused for a while, raised his face, and reluctantly pulled out a Smile: "It's raining so hard outside, are you going to die?"

Song Shiwei took a deep breath and emphasized again: "I think you may have a fracture and you must go to the hospital."

He regained his composure, but was a little pale: "There is a medical kit in the living room. Let me check the situation first."

Song Shiwei followed his instructions and found the medicine box under the TV cabinet and took it back to the restaurant.

The foam and water on the floor had been cleaned up. He sat on the dining chair and placed his injured foot on another chair. There were shocking red swellings and bruises on the foot. It was completely predictable what would happen a few hours later.

Ji Yanchen wiped the wound clean with gauze dipped in iodine. After a moment, he whispered: "I feel like I didn't touch any bones. It's not a big problem."

Song Shiwei frowned, feeling vaguely irritated: "This kind of thing cannot rely on your personal feelings."

He picked up the ice pack that he had taken out from the table at some point and put it on his feet to apply cold compresses. He analyzed calmly: "The weather conditions outside are too bad now. It is more dangerous for two people to go out. We can observe first and decide whether to go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

The room fell into silence for a moment, making it seem that the wind and rain outside the window were even more violent.

Song Shiwei silently accepted his proposal with a solemn and complicated expression.

The person in front of me raised his eyes to look at her face, smiled and comforted her in a low voice: "You can't go home because of me during the typhoon, aren't we even?"

She was in self-blame and couldn't laugh. After a moment, she said in a muffled voice: "I'll finish washing the dishes first."

After saying this, she turned around and walked back to the pool.

Ji Yanchen looked at her back and pursed his lips slightly, not knowing how to coax her, but soon she turned back with a cold face: "I'll help you to the living room first."

She stood before him and held out her hand to him.He lowered his eyes and looked at her palm, but didn't respond for a moment.

In the silence, the two of them recalled the last time she refused to shake his hand in the SWAT team. After a few seconds, they couldn't help laughing at the same time.

The atmosphere finally relaxed a little. Ji Yanchen took advantage of the situation and held her wrist, using her strength to stand up.

Song Shiwei was slightly bent down by his weight, and the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed. When she lowered her head, his clothes brushed across her forehead, and his fresh breath seemed to invade her breath consciously, light and strong. .

The tip of Song Shiwei's nose felt slightly warm, and she quickly steadied her steps and stood upright.

She had always known that he was tall, but she had never stood so close to him.Both of them were wearing slippers at the moment. His height should be around 1.7. She was not short at [-] meters but had a thin frame. The visual body size gap was maximized in front of him. On one side was natural oppression, on the other Oppressed and delicate.

Song Shiwei felt a little uncomfortable instinctively and subconsciously took half a step back.

The big palm holding her wrist was gently pressed, and the tender skin could clearly feel the warm rough texture on the fingertips.

His voice was calm, with a hint of joking: "You'd better stop washing. I don't have many pots and tableware at home."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips and whispered, "I'll go back and buy a casserole to compensate you."

He said casually: "That pot is from the Qing Dynasty, passed down from our family."

She raised her face, thinking of his identity as a Feng Shui family, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Really?"

Ji Yanchen glanced at her lightly: "Of course it's fake."

Song Shiwei: "."

(End of this chapter)