There was a "boom" in Miao Jian's mind. If Shen Bing hadn't said anything, she would have completely forgotten about Miao Yanru. She only felt that the man had been chasing her, and she ran away without having time to think about anything else.
The man was grabbed by the collar by Shen Bing. Whether he was frightened or angry, the veins on his forehead popped out, looking a little scary.
Miao Jian stood behind Shen Bing, looking at the man's eyes that were wandering and focused on her, Miao Jian took a step back.
Shen Bing didn't notice the man's change, and held his hand tighter, clenching one hand into a fist and about to hit him, "Are you deaf when I ask you this?"
The man responded hurriedly, "Yes, she asked me to come!"
Shen Bing got the answer and threw it casually. The man fell to the ground unexpectedly. He didn't expect Shen Bing's movement to be so sudden. Before he had time to react, the man hit the ground with a "bang". His tiger's back and the ground came together.
A sudden kiss made him curl up on the ground in pain. Miao Jian looked at him and frowned. It was really painful at that moment.
Tsk.
Shen Bing closed the door, and the man was ruthlessly turned away. Miao Jian looked at all this, most of her fear dissipated, and her mind returned to clarity.
"Aren't you and Miao Yanru in the same group?" She expressed her doubts and took a few steps back, farther away from Shen Bing.
"No." Shen Bing shook his head and moved the table to its original position.
"Oh." Miao Jian suddenly didn't know what to say, and there was another silence between the two of them.
In fact, it's not that Miao Jian doesn't know what to say, it's just that she doesn't know if she can ask if there is something. The key is to ask Shen Bing if he is willing to say it. She doesn't want to hit a wall again.
But as a kidnapped person, what could she ask? What right did she have to ask?
Miao Jian swallowed the words that came to her lips and swallowed them up again, but finally she suppressed them herself.
Miao Jian stood hesitantly. There was a pig lying outside. She didn't want to go out, and she was also afraid of going out.
"...Can I stay here for one night?" Miao Jian said hesitantly, not knowing where to put her hands.
"Yeah." Shen Bing didn't even raise his head. He seemed to be in a heavy mood. He paused and said, "You sleep up there, and I'll sleep down below. Just lock the door."
As if giving his last words, he thought of something else, "I have slept on the quilt inside. If you don't like it, you can change it. There is a new one in the cabinet."
Miao Jian nodded in astonishment. She didn't know how to answer the question. Shen Bing was so thoughtful in taking care of her that she was at a loss.
"Do you want to change now?" Shen Bing looked at the time and asked again.
Miao Jian was stunned for a moment, "Ah, no need."
Shen Bing was stunned for a moment, "Don't you need it?"
Miao Jian shook her head. She couldn't adapt to Shen Bing's kindness. It would only make her embarrassed, "No need."
Shen Bing touched his nose. For some reason, his mood was extremely complicated. There were joy, surprise, shock, and astonishment. There were so many emotions mixed together that he couldn't figure out what Miao Jian was thinking.
"Then I'm going down. Call me if you need anything." Shen Bing took two pieces of his own clothes from the room and prepared to go out. Miao Jian stood there not knowing what to do.
Just when Shen Bing touched the door handle, she suddenly said: "Shen Bing."
She stopped him. This was the first time she called his name, and it sounded a bit awkward for some reason.
Shen Bing stopped moving and turned around. The light in his eyes rose slightly and was almost invisible. His voice was soft, very much like Shao Xinghan: "What's wrong?"
Miao Jian put her hand in her pocket and tugged at the fabric, stroking it bit by bit with her fingers: "Can you tell me what time it is now?"
Miao Jian had no sense of time for two and a half days. She was always in a daze. She estimated the time based on her feelings, but she didn't know whether it was accurate.
Shen Bing lowered his head, took out his phone and looked at the time, "Twelve past three." He said, the light in his eyes dimmed again.
Miao Jian was far away and did not notice the subtle changes in his expression. He forced a forced smile on his lips: "Oh, thank you."
Shen Bing's hand had just turned the door handle when he heard Miao Jian's words and couldn't help but froze for a moment. With only a slight pause, his eyebrows lowered, he opened the door and went out.
Miao Jian looked at Shen Bing's back as he walked out, feeling a sense of loneliness in her heart for no reason. She coughed lightly, walked to the door and looked outside through the peephole, but saw nothing.
The strong man was lying on the ground and could not be seen through the peephole. Miao Jian muttered and locked the door without hesitation.
She walked into Shen Bing's room. His room was very neat and tidy, with no decorations. Even the quilt was drab gray and white. Miao Jian walked over and picked up the quilt to change it. She hugged the quilt too full,
The tip of my nose is filled with the smell of quilt.
The quilt was mixed with the scent of men's hormones and the faint smell of poplar flowers that was unique to Shen Bing.
It smells pretty good.
Miao Jian hugged the quilt and didn't want to let go. She was intoxicated by the light fragrance, and her mind was filled with Shen Bing's appearance.
When she first met Shen Bing, he smiled at her, with a relaxed and frivolous smile. Later, for some reason, he stopped smiling, and Miao Jian never saw him smile again.
Thinking of this, Miao Jian's mood became heavy. She sat on the bed and buried her head in the quilt she was holding. The smell of Shen Bing filled her nose.
What's wrong with her, why is she always thinking about Shen Bing? What kind of magic power does this man have that makes her think about him all the time? But how could she miss other men? There has always been only Shao Xinghan in her heart.
As if she had been pricked by a needle, she suddenly raised her buried head, suddenly pushed away the quilt in her hands, and tried to avoid it as if she saw some plague.
Her heart was pounding, her face was cold and a little flushed, and her fingertips were filled with blood and were red.
Her mind went blank for a moment. Yes, how could she think about a man other than Shao Xinghan? She had only been away from him for a few days and she was like this. Why was she so...so...shameless?
Miao Jian stood up quickly and changed the quilt on the bed without hesitation. Then she took out a new quilt from the cabinet and put it on. It wasn't until she had completely changed it that her mood calmed down. She sat on the bed in a daze.
She was stunned, her eyes wandering around, drifting to the quilt that she had thrown casually on the ground.
She seemed to smell Shen Bing's scent. She immediately picked up the quilts from the ground and stuffed them all into the cabinet.
At this time, she felt really comfortable. She got on the bed with her bare feet and covered her head with the quilt. Her whole head was covered, and her breathing was also covered.
Her mind was calmer, but her heart was still flustered. Now her mind was full of Shao Xinghan. She felt guilty alone and missed him sadly.
It was like the torment of falling into darkness. She didn't know what to do. She just felt the tears leaving silently, even if she closed her eyes, they still flowed.