Miao Jian ran quickly in the corridor. When her feet were about to land on the platform at the corner of the stairs, she exerted so much force that her center of gravity became unstable, and she suddenly fell to the hard floor.
With a dull sound, Miao Jian collapsed on the ground, covering her feet with one hand and supporting the ground with the other. Her mind was empty. The sudden movement caused her feet to be twisted, followed by her buttocks, and she fell heavily to the ground.
On the ground, many parts of the body will suffer more or less damage.
Miao Jian was so hurt that her brain was dazed. She calmed down, but she was struggling with fear in her heart. She couldn't stand up, her legs were weak, and her hands were weak. She looked up at the long and dark stairs, trembling for a while.
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Just after Shen Bing went back to bed and lay down for a few minutes, there was another intense and dull thumping sound upstairs. Shen Bing sat up from the bed, feeling vaguely uneasy, feeling that something had happened.
He got up from the bed, put on his shoes and went out. He turned on the light along the way, and his shadow swayed in the bright room.
He opened the door at the stairwell and walked up quietly. He didn't turn on the lights in the corridor, so it was dark. He walked along the wall, getting closer and closer, and occasionally he heard the sound of gasping.
His heart sank, and he quickened his pace, inevitably making some noise. When he reached the corner, the sound of breathing was already very close at hand.
When he lowered his head, a woman with messy long hair was sitting on the ground, covering her ankle with one hand and supporting the ground with the other.
This figure was all too familiar to him. He quickly leaned down and asked eagerly: "Miao Jian, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your foot?"
In the darkness, Shen Bing's appearance was reflected in Miao Jian's pupils. At that moment, all the tight bad emotions in her body burst out, and her tears rolled out like a river mouth that burst its banks. She was almost
He couldn't help but hugged Shen Bing, and sobbed softly in his arms.
The grief and joy of surviving a desperate situation were intertwined. She hugged Shen Bing as tightly as she hugged Shao Xinghan.
Shen Bing was stunned. A sudden force came on his body. He bent down, his neck was warm and moist, and the person in his arms was trembling. He hesitated for a few seconds like a computer stuck, and his hands
Then he slowly hugged Miao Jian from behind.
Miao Jian cried, her throat felt like it was about to catch fire, her mouth was full of sticky saliva, her head was very hot, as if her whole body was hot, but she was unwilling to let go. This was the warmth and warmth she desperately needed.
Shelter, don't let go of her hand.
After a few minutes, Miao Jian's sobs gradually subsided. Shen Bing moved slightly and loosened his arms around Miao Jian. He tentatively said, "What happened? Tell me, okay?"
Miao Jian lay buried in her arms, listening to the sounds he made from her throat, and feeling the slight vibrations in his chest. He was a living being with blood, temperature, and sound. She subconsciously hugged him tightly.
, head buried even further.
Shen Bing's eyes were wandering around, and the obvious conflict between his chests stimulated him. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and the two of them were silent for several minutes.
Miao Jian gradually recovered from this fear. She slowly let go of her hand, twitched her nose, and separated from Shen Bing's body.
"Get up, it's cold sitting on the ground." Shen Bing spoke in a low voice, and her low and hoarse voice pulled at Miao Jian's thoughts.
She stared at his Adam's apple, as if in a daze, "Don't talk."
Shen Bing's pupils widened slightly in the darkness, and his eyes wandered for a moment. Finally, he lowered his head and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Okay."
Miao Jian's thoughts became even more depressed after hearing his answer. Her fear was driven away, but the boundless loneliness came back. She stood up from the ground. She couldn't use one foot, so Shen Bing helped her stand up.
Shi Miaojian also looked back at the stairs and trembled from the bottom of her heart.
Miao Jian was barely able to support herself with one leg. Shen Bing supported her and prepared to walk up the stairs. Unexpectedly, Miao Jian walked towards the bottom of the stairs. As soon as their strength matched each other, they both stopped moving.
Shen Bing said nothing and looked at Miao Jian's face full of doubts.
Miao Jian frowned and said in a voice as small as a mosquito, "Go down there."
Shen Bing then help Miao Jian to walk down that way. Miao Jian couldn't use one of her legs very well. She was jumping up and down, and most of her weight was on Shen Bing. Miao Jian tried her best to stand up but couldn't.
He was pressed on Shen Bing's body, but his legs wouldn't allow him to do so, not to mention it was difficult to walk well with one foot on such a steep staircase.
Just accept your fate, it will only be for a while anyway.
Shen Bing didn't say anything. He helped Miao Jian downstairs in a muffled voice. He had many questions in his heart, but he held it back and didn't even say a word.
He carefully helped Miao Jian to sit on the bed. Miao Jian looked at him. He hesitated for a while, then turned to leave. Miao Jian called him, "Don't leave."
Shen Bing froze and turned to look at her, holding back the words that were stuck in his throat.
Miao Jian noticed Shen Bing's subtle move. She was depressed for a moment and said with a half-smile: "I asked you not to speak, so you really don't speak?"
She didn't mean to be sarcastic, but it was full of sarcasm in Shen Bing's ears.
Shen Bing's eyes met Miao Jian's, and he suddenly felt how stupid and humble he had been trying to hold back his words just now. Miao Jian looked at him with a faint smile, and Shen Bing lowered his head and answered ambiguously:
"Maybe."
He smiled self-deprecatingly, and there was a cold snort on the tip of his nose.
Miao Jian looked at him, inexplicably feeling that something was wrong. She licked her lips, struggled internally, and said, "I was joking just now, you...don't care."
"Yeah." Shen Bing nodded, "Is there anything else?"
Miao Jian moved to the side of the bed, made some room, patted the edge of the bed, "You can sit here."
Shen Bing didn't know why and tilted his head: "What's wrong?"
"..." Miao Jian didn't know how to explain to him and was stuck for a while, "You should sit down first."
Miao Jian really had no choice, her tone was a bit coquettish, and Shen Bing's hardened heart suddenly softened.
Shen Bing sat down at Miao Jian's designated seat, folded his hands on his legs, and said with a faint look, "Let's talk."
The door was not closed, so Miao Jian stepped forward and closed it. She leaned her back against the door and put her hands behind her back, hesitating: "You...why haven't you laughed in the past two days?"
Miao Jian still didn't know how to tell him about the things in the room. She was still afraid. The words were stuck in her mouth and were about to come out. The topic suddenly changed and she swallowed them back.
Shen Bing thought she was going to say something important, but he didn't expect it to be this. He was stunned and his body stiffened: "...Huh?"
Miao Jian looked at him and said nothing, just looked at him dullly, blinking occasionally.
Shen Bing's crossed hands were uncrossed, and there was a faint trace of sweat between his palms. He smiled and had a low nasal voice, which sounded particularly magnetic.
"You really want to see me smile?" He returned to his original frivolous tone, with a mischievous smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.