Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 118 Have You Heard of Paranoia?

Feng Beiting put his face close to her ear, with a mysterious look, "But since we are so familiar, I'll give you a discount, just give me a kiss."

Miss Jiang gritted her teeth, "Do you believe that I broke your leg?"

"I don't believe it." He smiled smugly, "You are not willing."

Pursing her lips, Jiang Yimian stopped talking.

Feng Beiting thought she was going to sleep, so he also closed his mouth, even breathing a little less.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yimian felt her shoulders sink, and a warm breath brushed against her collarbone, which was warm and itchy.

"Pip--"

"A little bit..."

After probing a few times, Feng Beiting didn't respond, Jiang Yimian carefully pulled out his hand, and tiptoed out of bed.

Instead of leaving, she quietly turned on the wall lamp.

With the help of the dim yellow light, she gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and while carefully aiming at Feng Beiting, she lifted the pajamas on him.

moment!

Her breath, which was deliberately light, was held immediately, and her gaze froze together with her breath.

What came into view was Feng Beiting's back with intertwined scars.

As she had speculated before, it was whiplash.

With fine welts, she could hardly find a complete piece of skin on his back that was bigger than a palm.

Some of those wounds had begun to scab, and some were still bright in color, and gauze was pasted on the severe ones.

There were only the two of them on this island, so Jiang Yimian guessed that Feng Beiting made the gauze himself, the bandage was not smooth, and the wound was still oozing blood.

Just like in the elevator before, he didn't want her to know about his injuries.

In fact, Jiang Yimian had doubted whether Feng Beiting did it on purpose before, but ever since she asked him if they met three years ago, and he said that he couldn't remember, she didn't think so.

If he really wanted to use this method to make her feel sympathetic, he should make up a touching story along the topic of "three years ago". She believed that he had the ability.

But he didn't.

and so……

She couldn't be indifferent to Feng Beiting like this.

His feelings for her are not those stereotyped possessions, but a song gushing from the bloody wound or smiling lips, supporting the unique and difficult tenderness.

"Mianmian, stop watching." Feng Beiting's voice suddenly sounded.

He didn't know when he woke up, and he pulled off the clothes lifted by her with his backhand, took her hand and sat up on the bed.

He hung his head, not looking at her.

Afraid of seeing a certain emotion in her eyes, even more afraid of not seeing any emotion in her eyes.

Freeing his hand, Jiang Yimian turned and walked out of the bedroom.

After going out, Feng Beiting heard the sound of "da da da" footsteps coming from the corridor, especially at night.

He heard her run downstairs.

In fact, he woke up when she moved just now, but he thought she was going to sneak into another room to sleep while he was asleep, but he didn't expect that she was going to peek at his injuries.

"Take off your clothes." Jiang Yimian's voice sounded above his head, accompanied by a slightly rapid panting.

Feng Beiting thought, she must have been in a hurry to run just now.

"Mianmian..."

"Take it off!" She looked at him expressionlessly, her almond eyes looked dark under the light, which made him feel guilty for no reason.

He obediently took off his clothes.

"Turn around."

Turn around obediently.

Jiang Yimian went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he disinfected them with alcohol, and then removed the crooked gauze on Feng Beiting's body, disinfected him, reapplied the medicine, and wrapped it carefully with gauze.

When her foot was injured this afternoon, she wondered why he had so many gauzes and medicines for trauma in his medicine box.

The whole bandaging process was silent, and the quiet Feng Beiting was at a loss.

"Mianmian..."

"Okay." She helped him put down his clothes, turned around and began to pack the medicine box.

Feng Beiting held her hand and pulled her into his arms, "Mianmian, these injuries... are almost healed, and don't hurt at all..."

Jiang Yimian put her hand on his back, exerting a little force.

She wanted him to be hurt, to be "slapped in the face", and to stop telling such meaningless lies in the future.

But Feng Beiting seemed unconscious, there was no loophole in the expression management, and he still looked at her eagerly, as if saying "Look, it really doesn't hurt at all".

Jiang Yimian withdrew his hand in defeat.

Her gaze fell on the silver necklace around his neck, and her eyes flickered slightly.

Following her gaze and looking down, Feng Beiting's eyes softened, and he looked at her again with a trace of imperceptible expectation, "You gave me this, remember?"

"I?!"

"Hmm." Hearing her obviously surprised tone, the corners of his raised lips gradually became flat.

Jiang Yimian picked up the pendant and put it in his palm to look carefully, "When? Why did I give you this?"

It's not her thing at all.

Junmei frowned slightly, and there was a flash of confusion in Feng Beiting's eyes, "It's been too long, I can't remember."

"Hey...Feng Beiting..." Jiang Yimian thought about his words, "Have you ever heard of paranoia?"

Hearing this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimian was not frightened by him like before, but continued, "Don't you know?"

"……Know."

"Let me just tell you straight, I think you have this tendency."

She recalled how they got along, and found that every time Feng Beiting's mood changed drastically, he would talk nonsense, rambling and unfounded, much like a paranoid patient.

Of course, she is a forensic doctor, not a psychiatrist, and her understanding of this mental illness is limited to the literal meaning, and she is not very clear about the condition of this illness.

But she felt that it would be better to explain these words to Feng Beiting.

She felt he had given her the indulgence to be honest with him.

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The sharp-edged outline is slightly cold and hard, as if even the light cannot soften it.

Miss Jiang rolled her eyes, and a line of lyrics suddenly sounded in her mind: I gave you freedom too much...

She was even ready for Feng Beiting to turn black, but he just looked at her with burning eyes and said, "Mianmian, I'm not sick."

"Okay, okay, okay...not sick, not sick..." It's late at night, what is she talking about with a little fool, "it's best not to be sick, then go back and rest early."

She picked him up and pushed him outside, not forgetting to tell him, "Try to lie on your side at night, or just lie on your stomach these days."

"I'm sleeping here."

"No." When she fell asleep at night, she would move around and touch his wound.

"Mianmian..." Feng Beiting still wanted to die.

"Reject the appeal, let's go!"

After the words fell, she closed the door with a "bang".

One door away, Feng Beiting touched the tip of his nose which was the distance from the door, shook his head helplessly and laughed, and could only obediently go back to the next door to rest.

He is guilty because of the sadness in his body, otherwise he would not be so obedient.

Jiang Yimian also knew this, that's why she suddenly became strong.

Back at the bedside, she raised her hand to turn off the light, fell straight on the bed with a "bang", buried her face in the quilt, and let out a long "huh".

This night, she didn't sleep well again.

My heart is completely messed up...

The tear that Feng Beiting shed when he kissed her had a big impact on her.

Others can probably prevaricate in any way, but my own heart can't get away with it.

The ripples in the heart lake rippled one after another, gently rippling away, seemingly soft and delicate, but they could not calm down for a long time.

She didn't know how Feng Beiting viewed this night, but to her, something was different.

After tossing and turning all night, Jiang Yimian woke up before dawn the next day.

Opening the curtains and looking out, it was dark outside, and the misty moon was still shining among the branches of tall coconut trees.

She suddenly wanted to watch the sunrise.

In fact, when she graduated from high school, she went to watch the sunrise with her fifth brother Jiang Mo, but she was dragged away by him the first night, and fell asleep perfectly the next morning, completely missing the scene of the rising sun .

Just this time I have the opportunity, so go and have a look.

After washing, she changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Walking out of the villa, there was a faint mist outside.

Jiang Yimian looked back subconsciously, and unexpectedly found that the light in Feng Beiting's room was on.

In the darkness and mist, that place of light is particularly shining, the brightness of that window seems to tear a hole in the night, and emit a mysterious light from it.

He woke up so early?
Or……

He also stayed up all night? !

(End of this chapter)