Huo Yanqing's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "So you want to return my favor?"
Shu Xin could hear the displeasure in Huo Yanqing's words, and remembered that Huo Yanqing had said that they were friends. It seemed that friends shouldn't be so clear-cut
"No." Shu denied knowing the current affairs, "The main reason is that I am worried about Uncle Wu."
Huo Yanqing's lips curled up slightly, "You have some conscience."
Along the way, Huo Yanqing didn't speak. He had been forcing himself to go to see Shu Xin. Knowing that she was fine, his whole nerves relaxed and he entered a groggy state.
It was already one o'clock in the morning when we returned to the hotel where Huo Yanqing stayed.
Huo Yanqing went back and fell asleep. Shu Xin took off the thick smoky makeup on her face, then took a quick shower and changed into her own clothes. Then she came to the bedside and gave Huo Yanqing a head massage. .
After pressing the button for about half an hour, Shu Xin stopped and went into the bathroom to get a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, wrung it out slightly, folded it neatly and put it on his hot forehead.
When one is hot, replace it with another cold one.
Repeatedly.
Every once in a while, Shu Xin would wipe Huo Yanqing's palms with a wet towel.
His fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints. There are rough calluses on the palms and the tiger's mouth, which may be caused by exercise or holding a gun.
Just such a pair of hands, when held by him, she felt extremely at ease.
When she was free, Shu Xin would quietly watch Huo Yanqing in trance. Only when he was asleep could she dare to look at him so wildly.
The face is as clear as a sculpture, the eyebrows are black and evenly long, a pair of calm eyes are slightly closed under the long and curly eyelashes, the bridge of the nose is high and three-dimensional, and the thin lips are faint and cool.
When he fell asleep, he was less stern and more gentle than usual.
Even if Shu Xin just looked at him like this, her heartbeat would lose its original frequency.
Maybe this is my heartbeat.
The night was long, and Shu Xin didn't know when she fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.
Suddenly there was a pain in his hand. Shu opened his eyes distressedly and saw that his hand was held tightly by Huo Yanqing.
The man's eyes were closed, the veins on the back of his hands were prominent due to excessive exertion, his thin lips were pressed tightly, his jawline was tense, and his brows were shrouded in pain.
'My dreams every night are filled with deafening explosions and bloody explosion scenes. '
The words Huo Yanqing once said suddenly jumped into Shu Xin's mind, and his heart felt as if someone had suddenly pinched it hard, and there was a dull pain.
He is currently experiencing the cruel scene of his loved ones leaving him in front of his eyes in his sleep, right
That's why he, who has always been as calm as a mountain, acted in such pain.
He held his hand tighter and tighter, and the pain continued to come, as if his hand was about to be crushed by him, but Shu Xin did not move, because the dense needle-pricking pain in his heart was worse than the pain in his hand.
Shu Xin stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed. The hand that was not held by him slowly reached out to his face, and her slender fingers curled up in the air. After letting go, her fingers fell on his frowning eyebrows.
Gentlely, he stroked her gently and said softly: "Uncle Wu, your relatives protected you at this critical moment because they wanted you to live well, instead of torturing yourself like this. Everything is over. You should try Let it go slowly.”
I don't know if Shu Xin's words had an effect. Huo Yanqing's strength in holding her hand gradually decreased, and the frown between her eyebrows slowly relaxed.