It was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I wanted to die, and I felt like my internal organs were getting cold.
Even my fingers trembled when I drank water.
"I moved here."
He tried his best to speak, "Where I used to live, the people upstairs were too noisy, and they would sometimes have dance parties in the middle of the night."
Yun Qiao: "You can complain."
"I don't want to waste my time with boring people."
Quyan North Road.
Yun Qiao: "Which building do you live in now?"
"Building a."
This building is in the back row of the entire community, close to the commercial street behind it, and is not particularly quiet.
Yun Qiao looked at the time, it was already 11:30 pm, and asked him: "Can you walk back?
Do you need help?"
"It shouldn't be necessary."
Qu Yanbei stood up.
After walking a few steps, my legs trembled.
He didn't want to let a female employee deliver it late at night, but something was wrong with him.
Yun Qiao felt guilty because she had drained his life force, and he would probably have to suffer for a few days to make up for it.
"I'll give it to you."
Yun Qiao said.
"Thanks."
Qu Yanbei was wearing a vest and Yun Qiao was wearing a short-sleeved dress. When she supported his arm, goosebumps quickly appeared on Qu Yanbei's body.
His whole body tensed up.
Yun Qiao seemed unaware and carefully sent him to the door of the unit building.
Seeing that the lock on the door to his unit was not locked for a long time, Yun Qiao took a step forward.
She simply sent Qu Yanbei home.
Qu Yanbei has indeed just moved here, and the house has not been tidied up yet. There are several cardboard boxes placed in the corner.
When he got home, he lay down on the sofa, feeling flustered and short of breath, and breathing heavily.
"I'm not going to die, am I?"
He was a little anxious and felt that his situation was serious.
Never like this.
Yun Qiao: "Let me make you a cup of sugar water. You may have low blood sugar."
Qu Yanbei: "The kitchen hasn't been cleaned yet."
"Is there some sugar?"
"Yes, but I don't know where it is."
Quyan North Road.
If he doesn't work, he goes home for dinner at night.
In the house he lived in before, he had a live-in aunt who cleaned and cooked on weekdays.
Maybe he has been used to having a live-in nanny around him since he was a child, so he doesn't mind.
When I moved here, the house hadn't been tidied up yet.
But he was selfish and wanted a little private life, so he introduced his live-in aunt to other friends.
I will hire a part-time worker in the future.
The kitchen must have everything, but he had no idea how to use it or where to put it. He just waited for the assistant and hourly workers to clean it up.
Yun Qiao went to the kitchen.
Soon, she found a brown glass and poured him a glass of warm sugar water.
Qu Yanbei took it and drank it in one gulp.
After drinking it, the aftertaste is not sweet, but slightly fishy.
Yun Qiao drained his life force and felt a little apologetic, so she poured two drops of blood from his fingertips into his water glass.
He takes a nap and wakes up fine.
"Do you feel better?"
Yun Qiao also asked him.
Qu Yanbei felt a little warmth in his stomach, which slowly spread: "Much better."
"Then you go to bed early."
Yun Qiao said.
Qu Yanbei: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"We are destined to be together, can we be friends?"
Qu Yanbei said, "I actually don't have many friends."
He studied in the United States and worked in Japan and South Korea. When he returned to China, he was thirty years old. His peers had their own philistines and wariness, and they would not be able to make friends with just a piece of candy like they did when they were young.
After get off work, he has almost no private life and is alone.
"Can."
Yun Qiao said.
"In private, can I call you by your name?
You can also call me Yanbei."
he said.
Yun Qiao: "Okay."
Dad doesn't care if he has a few more younger brothers.
Yun Qiao sometimes felt pity for these weak human races.
Plus she is very loyal.
She drained other people's life and spiritual energy, and when she was asked to "be friends", she had no choice but to accept her.