Hunt down

At around 23:[-] the next day, Zhou Jiming was in the ward.

Li Fei went back to the police station because he had something to do. Li Huiyao had no intention of going back. He took his computer to work in Zhou Jiming's ward, and stayed on the folding bed in the family room by the window.

He was obviously typing on the keyboard 5 minutes ago, but now he has opened his mouth and started snoring, and the computer screen is still on.

Although most of Zhou Jiming's body has recovered, he still has to rely on others to help him completely sit up. He can't do anything at the moment, and he can't sleep. He is thinking about various things in his mind, and there are constant noises coming and going in the corridor. The sound of walking footsteps, the collision of cold utensils, and the groaning of the old man.

The wall clock in front of the bed rang "da da", time passed by, and there were fewer and fewer people walking in the corridor. Zhou Jiming was so bored that he began to distinguish where the occasional footsteps came from. During this period, there were still crying babies and low curses from men.

In this place where there is only one door away from life and death, Zhou Jiming's heart is actually very calm. He has faced life and death countless times. To be honest, he is used to it. Ever since he was shot on the first mission, he has fucked himself. Countless psychology classes and years of mental and physical exercise have already made him put life and death aside. He even thought about writing his suicide note in advance so that his parents would not miss his last words after he left.

He made a deal with Xiaoman that night, five glasses of wine, five questions, life or death, luck.

He dared to bet, but he stopped at the end and only drank three cups. Although the effect of the ecstasy drug was not fast, one cup of wine was one question. After the two questions were asked, Zhou Jiming already felt that his thinking had begun to change. Slow, and even temporarily unable to speak, if it was before, he would dare to fight.

But now...

Suddenly there was a sound of clothes rubbing against the door.

Zhou Jiming turned his head to look under the door, the room was dark, the lights in the corridor reflected the figure at the door shaking on the ground, and stopped again.

The people outside the door are hesitating.

After about two or three minutes...

There was not much movement, the door was pushed open a thin crack, Zhou Jiming quickly straightened his head and closed his eyes, the man stepped on the ground without making a sound, the light from the corridor entered the ward, obliquely hitting Zhou Jiming's pillow, the door opened a little wider It will shine on Zhou Jiming's face, and Zhou Jiming remains motionless.

The man stood at the door for a moment without approaching.

The light gradually faded, the door was quietly closed, and the sound of clothes rubbing was once again blocked from the door.

Mom|'s!

Zhou Jiming cursed inwardly, he almost jumped up and pulled the door open to stop the guy who pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, then handcuffed him and interrogated him, "What the hell are you hiding!"

Zhou Jiming was turbulent in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and restrained himself on the face. He opened his eyes with some force and breathed rapidly, but when he was about to turn his head to look at the door, he was scared back by the opening of the door again.

People are back.

The footsteps were still light and did not disturb anyone except Zhou Jiming who pretended to be asleep.

Zhou Jiming's heart beat violently, countless situations flashed through his mind, why did he come in again!What will he do?Do you just look at it, or do you touch your face?Or will you kiss yourself secretly?

The person lying on the bed was looking forward to and afraid. Song Nai turned him into a coward. It’s not just a simple talk. Facing this person, he will always be afraid and shrink back. He will not always press and chase Reluctant, he was always afraid that this person really hated him.

Li Huiyao's snoring sounded like thunder, with ups and downs, quite regular. Zhou Jiming really wanted to find two wooden stoppers to plug his nostrils, then tie a rope and throw them into a sack and throw them into the corridor, no, to the stairs at the end of the corridor Mouth, don't bother me.

Song Nai remained motionless amidst Li Huiyao's snoring and Zhou Jiming's silence, as if he really just came to have a look.

Zhou Jiming was aggrieved, he frowned and hummed twice, pretending that he wanted to turn over but couldn't move, then kicked his legs as if he was angry, and kicked the quilt away.

The air conditioner is turned on in the ward, and the temperature is not too high, but Zhou Jiming’s body has not fully recovered. If he does not cover the quilt overnight, he may catch a cold. This will definitely affect the recovery of the body. Will die young, that is not a good thing, what should I do!

The above are all things Zhou Jiming imagined that Song Nai might consider. Not only did he make up his mind like this, but he kicked the quilt under the bed even more, pretending to be peaceful and lying in a "big" shape, and dripping his hands It also raised up, wanting to fall vertically and lean on the edge of the bed.

——but was intercepted by a pair of cold hands in mid-air.

These hands are too cold.

As if he was holding a newborn cub, he cautiously met Zhou Jiming's hand and caught it firmly.As if it would move around by itself, Song Nai took the whole hand and moved the needle slightly, and it shifted a little.

Obviously those hands are so cold...

Song Nai "settles down" Zhou Jiming's hands, then went to pick up the quilt on the ground, Zhou Jiming kicked the quilt to the ground beside Li Huiyao, Song Nai walked around the bed|tail and bent over to pick up the poor quilt, and patted the dust on it. , carrying the two quilt corners on one side to cover Zhou Jiming.

He covered Zhou Jiming's feet with the corner of the quilt, and then covered his upper body along the other end. In order to prevent him from kicking the quilt out of the bed again, Song Nai even tucked the quilt under Zhou Jiming's shoulders.

He had just finished tucking one side, and when he leaned forward to tuck the other side, he met Zhou Jiming's eyes staring at him, those eyes were hot and greedy, as if he wanted to suck Song Nai in.

"Good evening." Zhou Jiming whispered.

Song Nai hurriedly stood up, standing straight, "Good evening."

……

……

The two of them didn't know what to say in this situation, not to mention there were thunderous voices ringing in their ears.

"...I'm leaving...good night." Song Nai broke the deadlock, spoke first, and suppressed the enemy with one move, blocking the opponent's conversation, so that he had no chance to ask more questions.

The hero does not suffer from immediate disadvantages, Song Nai left without waiting for an answer.

His footsteps were no longer shallow, but his steps were big and fast, and he didn't even bother to wait for the elevator and went straight to the stairs.

He originally only planned to take a look, and left after just a look. He didn't plan to get close to him, didn't plan to touch his hand, and didn't plan to cover him with a quilt.

He actually has plans...

"Well!"

As soon as he entered the corner of the stairs, he was grabbed by a force behind him. It was a very strong force. Before he could react, his lips were blocked.

Looting full of medicine, biting full of desire, Song Nai leaned his back against the wall, his hands were pressed by his sides, unable to move at all, he could hardly breathe.

"Zhou... um!"

Zhou Jiming only gave him a moment to recover before bullying him again. He wantonly invaded the beauty he had dreamed of for a long time. He was tender, but he was so fierce, with puzzlement, anger, and Unwilling, with delusion.

Song Nai, why on earth are you torturing me?

The author has something to say: It’s a bit small, and it’s not sad enough to squeeze out two hours to write…

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