Qianxing felt that since the other person was a deaf-mute, she didn't need to put in much effort to communicate with him and simply let him close his eyes and rest.
She sat quietly in her own corner, trying hard to communicate with the outside world using the bleak network.
Not surprisingly, Zhuang Yibo sent her another message asking where she had been and why she didn't go back to her dormitory.
Qianxing made up a random excuse and just clicked send when he suddenly heard vague voices coming from outside——
Song Qianxing paused suddenly and glanced at Huo Jinbei opposite, who still had his eyes closed as if he was unconscious. Then he decisively picked up a worn black oilcloth from the ground, covered his head directly, and rushed to the corner where Huo Jinbei was.
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Suddenly there was a person's body and warmth in his arms, and Huo Jinbei, who was originally drowsy, suddenly woke up.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw darkness.
Only a breath lingered in his ears repeatedly.
"Shh! They seem to be chasing us here. Don't move. It will be terrible if they find us." She spoke in a low voice, and suddenly she became upset again, "Actually, can you hear what I am saying?
?Forget it, whether you can hear it or not, I just ask you not to move, don’t move, and don’t make a sound——"
Huo Jinbei did as she wished and did not move or make a sound.
After a moment, a pair of hands suddenly found his palm slowly.
Then, a slightly cold finger wrote something on his hot palm——
do not move.
somebody is coming.
Just as she finished writing, footsteps suddenly appeared at the door of the warehouse.
It seemed that someone looked inside with a flashlight, then spat and said: "Damn, these couple of bitches run really fast. If I catch them, I have to chop off the man's fingers one by one."
, and even slashed that daughter’s face——”
"Look at your potential, didn't you just get beaten by a woman? She is still a beautiful woman - if it were me, I would tie her to my bed and train her well so that she understands what a real woman should be.
what does it look like--"
Qianxing's body suddenly stiffened. Before he could react, the finger he was writing on was suddenly held by someone.
Qianxing was stunned.
She looked at the person in front of her in the darkness, but of course she couldn't see anything.
But she could clearly feel his hot palms, scorching body and slightly tight breathing.
If he was really deaf-mute, how could it be such a coincidence that he held her hand just after those two people said those unpleasant words?
Qianxing had doubts in his heart, but still did not move.
Firstly, the two men were right at the door of the warehouse and she didn't dare to move. Secondly, her whole body felt cold. The amazing heat from his body gave her the comfort of ironing her clothes.
Neither of them moved anymore, they just stayed close together and listened to the movement at the door.
The two people seemed to be standing in a sheltered place smoking a cigarette, and then someone said: "Okay, they shouldn't come to such a remote place, don't drink the northwest wind here, we might as well go there
Guard at the intersection. If they want to go back, they will definitely have to pass there. We will deal with them well then to avoid wasting all our efforts here."
"Let's go." Although the other person was reluctant, he still agreed and followed the person in front of him and left slowly.
Listening to the footsteps gradually disappearing, Song Qianxing's body softened little by little. She didn't know whether she was really relaxed or was being burned by the person next to her——
Thinking of this, Song Qianxing suddenly came back to her senses. She did not take off the oilcloth covering the two of them for a moment, but lowered her voice and asked him: "Are you a deaf-mute?"
She couldn't hear his answer, nor could she see his face, but she could still feel that he seemed to be moving slightly.
This is a reaction to her words!
"You are not deaf or dumb at all, but you are pretending to be deaf and dumb here?" Song Qianxing pulled away the oilcloth on the two of them, took out his mobile phone and shined it on the face of the person in front of him.
In an extremely dark environment, the light from the mobile phone screen is not very bright, but it is more than enough to illuminate the face of the person in front of me.
The moment that cold and handsome face came into view clearly, Song Qianxing was stunned and suddenly blurted out: "Huo Jinbei?"
He originally had his eyes closed, but when he heard his name, he slowly opened them.
There was a faint flush in the pale face, reflecting the pair of dark eyes, there was something strange...sexy.
Song Qianxing felt guilty for no reason, and suddenly turned off the light of the phone screen.
After a while, I finally heard his deep and hoarse voice: "I don't know you."
After hearing this, Song Qianxing snorted coldly and said, "What a coincidence, I don't know you either."
It's just that there was a crazy fan girl of his in the dormitory. She got a photo of him from somewhere, enlarged it into a poster and posted it next to her bed - she was dedicated to worshiping the top student and the male god.
He said, if you keep thinking about it, there will be echoes.
Qianxing didn't know whether there was any sound from her place.
All she knew was that the poster was posted opposite her bed. She could see that face every day when she went to bed and got up, and it was already familiar to her.
So, she didn't know him, but she knew who he was.
However, Huo Jinbei didn't seem to be interested in how she knew about him. After hearing Qianxing's answer, he quickly closed his eyes again.
She had never been one to take the initiative to communicate with others. After noticing Huo Jinbei's coldness, she naturally didn't bother to say anything more to him. When she was about to get up and return to her original position, she accidentally touched his hand again.
His hands were still as hot as his body.
Qianxing frowned slightly, then squatted down next to him and once again used his phone to illuminate his face, "Are you having a fever?"
Huo Jinbei still closed his eyes and only replied coldly: "Leave me alone."
Qianxing suddenly sneered, stood up and went straight back to the corner where he was before, without looking at him again.
Both of them had heard before that the group of people would wait and see on the way back, so no one had any intention of leaving right now. Of course, the reason why Huo Jinbei was still sitting there might be more.
He had a high fever and was exhausted.
Qianxing has always been used to being rough and can fall asleep in any environment, even this cold warehouse.
She leaned against the corner, wrapped her clothes tightly, closed her eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.
When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright. Although the light in the warehouse was still dim, the lines and outlines were vaguely discernible.
After Qianxing woke up and saw her surroundings clearly, her eyes unconsciously turned to the opposite side.
The man opposite was still sitting there motionless. After this night, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Thinking of this, Qianxing couldn't help but put his hands on the ground and crawled a few steps that way.
But after a few steps, she stopped.
That man is still alive.
Not only was he alive, he also had his eyes open, looking at her momentarily.