Her words silenced both men.
After a while, Leng Nian stood up, Jin Xi helped pack the lunch box, and he carried it out.
She and Han Chen were the only ones left in the conference room, sitting opposite each other.
Han Chen lit a cigarette and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking. Jin Xi yawned. After all, she hadn't slept for a few hours last night, so she couldn't bear it anymore, so she got up and walked to the sofa in the corner, and lay down.
"I'm sleeping, you can do it yourself." She kicked off her shoes and sank into the big soft sofa. There are two long sofas in the conference room, which are originally for the team members to make up for sleep temporarily.
The light was soft, Han Chen glanced at her from a distance, his eyes were dark and hard to tell. He sat on the spot, said nothing, and continued to smoke. The room is very quiet, Jin Xi looks at the profile of his face, her mood gradually softens.
After smoking a cigarette, he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, looked up at her, but a faint smile flashed in his eyes: "Still asleep?"
Xu Shi midnight was too quiet, and his voice sounded a little gentle.
Jin Xi replied slowly, "It's coming soon."
He suddenly stood up and walked towards her.
Jin Xi watched him approach without saying a word.
Only the sound of his heartbeat suddenly became clear in his ears.
His sleeves were rolled up, his neckline was slightly open, his short hair fell on his forehead, and his eyes were as black as ink.
"Can't sleep?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at her.
Although Jin Xi usually pays attention to her image, she never follows the details when handling cases. Like any detective, he can sleep soundly wherever he goes. Sometimes lying on the ground of the van, I can sleep.
But at this moment, under Han Chen's gaze, he actually felt a little uncomfortable.
Like a woman, in front of a man, lying down with such a big thorn is a very indecent thing.
The top of the head suddenly heavy. Then I felt a cool finger running through my hair.
It was Han Chen who reached out and stroked her hair.
Jin Xi doesn't move.
"What are you staring at me for?" He looked indifferent and his voice was soft, "Still still sleeping?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned away.
Jin Xi pursed her lips. It was obvious that he walked up to her first and spoke.
He walked to the door, reached out and pressed the light switch, and closed the door.
The lights went out, and the room was instantly pitch black.
Jin Xi closed her eyes.
After stumbled to sleep for a while, I suddenly heard a squeak on the door. She opened her eyes and saw someone walking in. The lights outside the door illuminated his silhouette, but it was cold.
He took the door with his backhand, but he didn't close it tightly, but half-closed it. Then silently walked to the other sofa and lay down.
Jin Xi watched his actions, just about to close her eyes and go back to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a cold face speak: "He slept outside."
Jin Xi was startled: "Oh."
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When it was dawn, Jin Xi woke up.
The sofa next door, with its cold face facing her, was still sleeping, with a low snoring sound. Jin Xi stood up lightly, pushed the door open and walked out.
As soon as I looked up, I saw a person lying on the double sofa by the door.
It was Han Chen.
And Nag and Xiao Zhuan were probably still outside, not returning all night.
Jin Xi's footsteps are even lighter, and she walks past him. He bowed his head, but stopped.
He is 1.8 meters tall, so the length of the double sofa is certainly not enough. He rested his head on the armrest and put a cushion on it, but his legs were all hanging off the sofa, and his shoes were not taken off. It was cold in the morning, and he put a jacket on him.
Jin Xi silently thinks: Why doesn't this guy sleep on the big sofa inside? Lengmian is shorter than him, so let Lengmian nest in this small sofa.
Although she thought so, she still crept back to the conference room, took out a thin blanket, squatted down in front of him, and slowly put it on.
Looking closer, his face was even more white, the bridge of his nose was straight and his outline was clear. There was a slight heat on the man, and a faint smell of tobacco. Jin Xi tucks the blanket for him, but her eyes fall on his hand.
His hands dangled lightly beside the sofa, slender and articulated. Jin Xi only discovered today that there is a shallow scar beside the tiger's mouth on his right hand. But who didn't get hurt? On Jin Xi's left waist, there are also marks of being cut by a knife while arresting a prisoner.
There may be countless scars in this life, but there is no need to mention it to others.
Just because they're all cops.
While walking, he suddenly saw Han Chen frowning in his sleep. Then, before she could react, she felt a force grab her hand that was tucking the corner of the blanket for him, pulling her forward, and the man fell to his chest. Then her waist tightened suddenly, and he was tightly bound by him, unable to move.
Jin Xi stares at him blankly.
His eyes were still closed, his brows furrowed even more, his handsome face was as hard as a sculpture, and when he leaned his head on her shoulder, she heard him lower his head and sniff the breathing of her long hair.
Then his embrace got tighter and tighter. The two hands were like iron pincers, and the ten fingers were almost embedded in her skin and flesh. Jin Xi has never been hugged so hard before, as if he had exhausted all his strength to rub her into his body before he was willing.
Jin Xi can't move at all. She seemed to hear something hitting her heart, making a loud noise.
But his strength was too great, she said in pain, "Han Chen!"
His movement stopped.
The faces of the two were close to each other, and she saw him slowly open his eyes.
The two looked at each other at a very close distance.
There was a moment of confusion in his clear and sharp eyes, as if he realized that the person in front of him was her.
Jin Xi stopped breathing, and remained motionless, kneeling beside the sofa, lying in his arms. He looked at her too, with dark, dark eyes. The lips of the two were only a few centimeters apart.
He released her suddenly, rubbed his hair with his hand, and sat up.
Jin Xi also stood up immediately and said, "I will cover you with a quilt, and you will be captured as a gangster."
He reached out and took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and stood up: "Don't mind. I was dreaming just now, and I was a little confused." He took out a match, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath. , pushed the door and walked out.
Jin Xi: "Oh."
Seeing him walking away, she folded the blanket again and put it back. He picked up his toothbrush and towel and went to the bathroom.
It's still early, and there's no one in the bathroom. The autumn sun, penetrating the layers of mist, shot through the window. Jin Xi holds her toothbrush and bows her head, thinking to herself: What dream did he have
Who did you dream of? Make him what he was before.