That night, Luo Xiaoqian did not sleep peacefully.
It was barely dawn when she woke up from her nightmare. When she opened her eyes, she raised her hand to touch her forehead and felt the cold sweat on her palms.
On the side of the face, beside him, Leng Zimo is not there.
In addition to being sticky with cold sweat and feeling uncomfortable, Luo Xiaoqian stretched her arms and tried to sit up straight, but her right hand was pulled by something and she couldn't get it back.
She turned her face and looked at her right hand, only to see that her wrist was thickly wrapped in a new towel, with a bandage tied around the towel. One end of the bandage was tied around her wrist, and the other end was on the pillar at the head of the bed.
This BIAN Leng Zimo actually tied her up?
wrong!
Luo Xiaoqian raised her free left hand to lift up the thin quilt on her body. She still had the tattered skirt and underwear on her body, and she didn't feel any discomfort. It seemed that he didn't do anything to her last night.
She shrank up, used her left hand to untie the bandage on her right wrist, and got out of bed.
The warm soles of her feet touched the cold floor, and her feet shrank slightly.
She was picked up by him yesterday, and her slippers were still downstairs. Thinking of this, she got up again and went to the closet. She opened the closet door with one hand, took off her already shapeless skirt, and pulled it off. Putting a bathrobe on his body, he gently opened the door and walked downstairs.
In the living room, the lights were on and the door to the piano room was also open, but there was no figure of Leng Zimo inside.
I probably didn’t want to pay attention to her, so I left!
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked towards the door, trying to put on her slippers.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the last step of the stairs, there was a soft knock on the door, and then she was pushed open from the outside.
The door opened, and Leng Zimo's tall figure immediately jumped into her sight. Luo Xiaoqian was startled, and her body instinctively stopped in place. Leng Zimo was also a little surprised when he saw her.
The two people just stood there and looked at each other for five seconds.
Leng Zimo's eyes swept over the bathrobe she was wearing and landed on her bare feet, which were standing directly on the floor with her toes on their toes, and his eyebrows furrowed again.
"Where are your shoes?"
After what happened last night, Luo Xiaoqian was a little overwhelmed at the moment. After being scolded by him, the rebellious factor in her body exploded instantly.
Did he think she was willing to walk on the floor barefoot? If he hadn't carried her upstairs yesterday, would she need to go barefoot now?
"In front of you!" She raised her chin towards the shoe cabinet in front of him.
Leng Zimo lowered his face. Her two pink and tender little rabbit slippers were lying quietly not far in front of him. On one side of the shoe cabinet, one was by the wall and the other was in the corner of the cabinet. They seemed to be quarreling. Same as back to back.
Walking in, he put the big bag he was carrying on the small platform in the porch. He closed the door smoothly, then bent down, picked up her two little rabbits, and strode up to her.
What does this guy want to do?
Seeing him approaching, Luo Xiaoqian instinctively stepped back. Not far behind was the stairs. When her ankles touched the stairs, she swayed and instinctively raised her hands.
"Put your hands down!" Looking at her raising her hand to grab the stairs, Leng Zimo roared, rushed forward, hooked her waist, and then angrily threw the shoes at her feet, "Put them on." !”
He just gave her shoes?!
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face and looked at the pair of little rabbits placed not far from her feet. She hurriedly got out of his arms and put on her slippers.
