Since hiding in the small apartment, she has not eaten anything except the bowl of soaked instant noodles.
"You've never eaten so much before."
Xiang Yutian looked at the empty bowl and couldn't help but frown.
Has she not eaten in the past two days?
Why are you so hungry?
"..."
Jiang Weiwei sat on the head of the bed and couldn't help but curl up and hug his knees, forming a protective posture.
Seeing her like this, Xiang Yutian felt more and more distressed. He picked up the strawberry milkshake dessert and said, "You have eaten enough porridge. You can't hold it anymore. Have some more desserts."
Jiang Weiwei said nothing.
Xiang Yutian patiently fed her little by little until she drank the entire milkshake, and then he wouldn't let her eat any more.
If she eats any more, her stomach will feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, I won't eat anymore." Xiang Yutian tore open a pack of wet wipes and wiped the corners of her lips with a doting and sexy voice, "I know you want to sleep, but I'll wipe your body first before going to sleep."
He is mysophobic and cannot tolerate sleeping without taking a bath.
Brushing...
Every time he wiped her body, he would do something with his hands and feet.
She was forced to lie down.
Xiang Yutian brought out a basin of water from the bathroom, unwrapped the towel in the steaming water, bent down and stood in front of the bed, spread out the towel in the palm of one hand, and untied the belt of her pajamas with the other hand, and opened it.
Her body was covered with large and small white gauze.
His eyes looked gloomy for a while.
He wiped her body with a hot towel avoiding her wounds, and his fingertips touched her fair and smooth skin.
Jiang Weiwei was lying on the bed, shrinking his body in resistance and facing inward, not looking at him.
She had let go of her hatred for him, but she really couldn't accept his touch.
As soon as he touched her, she just wanted to run away and resist.
"Miaomiao, what's wrong?" Xiang Yutian frowned.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei didn't make a sound, but quickly tied on his belt, covered himself with the quilt, and looked ahead with confused eyes.
Xiang Yutian's hand froze in mid-air.
He thought of her naked appearance in the garbage room and the gossip in the kitchen, thinking that she had been wronged and frightened, and his face couldn't help but darken.
She refused to say what happened in the past two days.
He doesn't ask.
He didn't dare ask.
If he heard the answer he didn't want to hear, if she was really touched by some beast, he didn't know what he would become.
"If you don't want to wipe yourself, don't wipe yourself. You go to sleep first."
Xiang Yutian's voice was a little stiff, and he stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt in for her.
She turned her back to him and lay on her side.
He could only see her long black hair.
"Miaomiao, no matter what happens, you are the cleanest place in my heart." He stood by the bed and stared at her, his voice magnetic, "Beside me, don't be afraid of anything, no one can hurt you."
After saying that, Xiang Yutian turned and left.
Jiang Weiyi lay quietly, listening with fear to his footsteps as he slowly left.
She is not afraid of others hurting her, she is afraid that he will kill her...
What does he mean by that?
Have you discovered it?
It was really uncomfortable for her to be hung up like this, as if there was a knife hanging above her head. She stood tremblingly, not knowing when the knife would fall.
Pierce her.
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That night, Jiang Weiyi slept soundly, with images in his mind.
Anjo looked covered in blood...
Xiang Yutian's sinister eyes seemed to know everything...