The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 51 The little white flower is about to turn black (11)

If it wasn't for his poor health now, he couldn't hit a stone with an egg, and according to Fusang's temper, he would have peeled off two layers of skin a long time ago.

How can I still curl up in a corner and sleep wronged like I am now.

Not long after she closed her eyes, in the darkness, she heard faint and continuous moans of pain.

Get up and take a look.

The person on the bed really had a high fever as she expected.

His eyelids were closed tightly, and his exposed skin was abnormally flushed red.

Cold sweat broke out constantly.

Painful moans escaped from clenched teeth.

Humph, better burn you to death.

She had no intention of cooling him down physically.

After only one glance, Fusang silently climbed back to the corner and stayed there.

The illness greatly reduced her vigilance, and when she woke up from the dream in a daze, the man on the bed had disappeared.

Fusang rubbed his eyes and climbed to the side of the bed, looked at the empty big bed, and asked doubtfully, "Where is the person? Did he really burn to death?"

"Sorry to disappoint you."

As always, a cold voice came from behind.

Fusang turned his head and saw a man standing at the door with his upper body naked, holding a spatula in his hand.

The spatula was still steaming.

Obviously, it should be a scene of a good man at home, but with his scarred body and cold aura, he felt like he was holding out a kitchen knife for the spatula.

"Wake up and come out."

Dropping this sentence coldly, he turned and left.

Fusang got up with his hands on the bed, complaining in his heart as he walked out of the bedroom.

Really unbeatable little strong.

The vitality is tenacious enough.

When she lingered out of the dining room, the man had already prepared breakfast.

He holds a plate of eggs and bacon in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right.

He sat at the table and ate by himself.

"Brother Han, do you have mine?"

The man stopped eating, raised his dark eyes and stared at Fusang.

"Zuo Lihan is your name, right? You look older than me, so it shouldn't be wrong for me to call you Brother Han, right?"

He ignored Fusang and lowered his eyes to eat again.

Fusang didn't bother with his cold attitude, and ran to the kitchen on his own.

Sure enough, there was a breakfast for her in the kitchen.

His hands were still bound by the belt, making it inconvenient to pick up the plate.

Fusang walked to the dining table, raised his hand under Zuo Lihan's eyelids: "Brother Han, help me untie it."

Zuo Lihan stuffed the last bite of fried egg into his mouth, put down his chopsticks, got up, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

He ignored Fuso completely.

Ahhh! !This man owes a lot!

I really want to slap him! !
As if he couldn't feel Fusang's strong resentment at all, Zuo Lihan wiped his short knife on his own.

The drooped eyelids blocked the dark and unclear look in his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glanced at the medicine on the table, and paused as he wiped the dagger.

He picked up the medicine and found Fusang in the kitchen who was bending over with difficulty, trying to take a sip of the tap water in the water pipe.

The figure of her bending over to drink tap water overlapped with another figure in her mind.

Ajaan...

Complicated emotions filled the cold eyes, Zuo Lihan almost subconsciously said: "The tap water is not clean."

Fusang turned his head when he heard the voice.

The light and shadow through the glass cast on her, half-bright and half-dark.

Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent.

She raised her arm to wipe the water stains on her cheeks, and his shadow was reflected in her clear pupils.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the soft and sweet dimples are looming.

"It's not clean, it's not sick after eating."

Exactly the same actions, exactly the same words.

If he hadn't buried that person with his own hands, he would have thought he had gone back in time.

"What's your name?"

Due to the reason against the light, Fusang didn't notice a trace of imperceptible expectation hidden under the deep and gloomy expression in Zuo Lihan's eyes.

"My name is Xu Momo."

'My name is Django, you can call me Ajaan. '

It really wasn't her...

Can't tell if disappointed or what.

He should have known earlier that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

What's more...he buried her with his own hands...

Sighing secretly, Zuo Lihan raised the medicine in his hand.

"You forgot to take your medicine."

The memory of being roughly fed medicine by him last night flooded into her mind, she waved her hands again and again: "I'll just take the medicine myself!"

But Zuo Lihan didn't pay any attention to it, still grabbed her face roughly, stuffed the pill into her mouth first, and then poured the cold milk from the side into her mouth.

Fusang felt like a duck being force-fed by its neck.

(End of this chapter)