Qianxing felt that since the other party was a deaf and mute person, she didn't need to spend any effort to communicate with him, so he simply let him close his eyes and rest.

She sat quietly in her corner, trying to communicate with the outside world through the dismal Internet.

As expected, Zhuang Yibo sent her another message asking where she went and why she didn't go back to the dormitory.

Qianxing made a random reason. Just as he clicked the send, he suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the outside—

Song Qianxing paused suddenly, glanced at Huo Jinbei, who was still closed his eyes as if he was unconscious, and then decisively picked up a worn black tart cloth from the ground, directly covering his head, and pounced on the corner where Huo Jinbei was.

A person's body and warmth suddenly appeared in his arms, and Huo Jinbei, who was originally drowsy, suddenly woke up.

I slowly opened my eyes, but it was pitch black.

Only a breath lingers in his ears repeatedly.

"Shh! They seem to have come here, don't move, let them find us miserable." She said softly, and suddenly became upset again, "Actually, can you listen to what I am saying? Forget it, no matter whether you can listen or not, I just ask you not to move, don't move, don't speak, and don't make a sound-"

As she wished, Huo Jinbei did not move or speak out.

After a while, suddenly a pair of hands slowly groped into his palm.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly cold finger wrote words on his hot palms—

Don't move.

Someone is here.

As she finished writing, footsteps suddenly appeared at the door of the warehouse.

It seemed that someone looked inside with a flashlight, then spat and said, "Damn, this pair of dogs and men runs really fast. When I catch them, I have to chop off the man's fingers one by one, and even cut the daughter's face with a knife-"

"Look at your promising prospect, isn't it just that you were beaten by a woman? You're still a pretty woman - if it were me, I would tie her to my bed and train her well, so that she can understand what a real woman should be like -"

Qianxing's body suddenly stiffened and he had not reacted much. The finger he was writing just now was suddenly held.

Qianxing was stunned.

She looked at the person in front of her in the darkness, of course, she could not see anything.

But she could clearly sense his hot palms, his scorching body and his slightly tight breathing.

If he was really deaf and mute, how could it be so coincidental that the two men held her after they said the unpleasant words?

Qianxing felt doubts in his heart, but he still didn't move.

First, the two people were at the door of the warehouse and she didn't dare to move. Second, she felt chill all over, and the amazing heat on his body gave her a comfortable feeling.

Neither of them moved anymore, but just stood close together and listened to the movement at the door.

The two seemed to be standing in the shelter and smoking a cigarette, and then someone said, "Okay, they shouldn't run to such a remote place. Don't drink the northwest wind here. We might as well guard the intersection when we came. If they want to go back, they must pass there. Then they will clean up them well and save the effort here."

"Let's go." Although the other person was unwilling to do so, he still responded and followed the man in front of him and slowly left.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Song Qianxing's body softened bit by bit. I don't know if it was really relaxed or because he was burned by the person beside him-

Thinking of this, Song Qianxing suddenly came back to his senses. He did not take down the tart cloth covering the two of them for a while. He just lowered his voice and asked him, "Are you deaf and mute?"

She couldn't hear his answer or see his face, but she could still feel it, and he seemed to move slightly.

This is the reaction to her words!

"You are not deaf or dumb at all, but you are pretending to be deaf and dumb here?" Song Qianxing then pulled away the oil cloth on the two of them, took out his cell phone and looked at the face of the person in front of him.

In the extremely dim environment, the light on the mobile phone screen is not very bright, but it is more than enough to illuminate the face of the person in front of you.

The moment when the cold and elegant face fell into sight clearly, Song Qianxing was stunned and suddenly blurted out: "Huo Jinbei?"

He was still closing his eyes, but when he heard his name, he slowly opened his eyes.

The pale face was faintly flushed, and the dark eyes reflected, with a strange...sexy.

Song Qianxing felt guilty for no reason and suddenly extinguished the light on the phone screen.

After a while, he finally heard his deep and silenceful voice: "I don't know you."

After hearing this, Song Qianxing snorted coldly and said, "It's a coincidence that I don't know you either."

But there was a crazy fan of him in the dormitory. I don’t know where he got a photo of him, and then it was enlarged into a poster and posted it on her bedside - she was devoted to worshipping the top student and the male god, saying, if you never forget it, there will be a response.

She didn't ring there, Qianxing didn't know.

She only knew that the poster was placed opposite her bed. Every day she could see that face when she slept and woke up, she was already familiar with it.

So, she didn't know him, but she knew who he was.

However, Huo Jinbei seemed not interested in how she knew him at all. After hearing Qianxing's answer, he quickly closed his eyes again.

She has never been a person who can actively communicate with others. When she noticed Huo Jinbei's coldness, she naturally didn't bother to say anything to him. When she was about to get up and return to her original position, she accidentally touched his hand again.

His hands were still as hot as his body.

Qian Xing frowned slightly, then squatted down next to him, and once again illuminated his face with his cell phone, "Are you having a fever?"

Huo Jinbei still closed his eyes and said coldly: "Don't worry about me."

Qianxing suddenly sneered, got up and went straight back to his previous corner, and didn't look at him more.

Both of them had heard that the group of people would wait on the road they had to go back, so no one had the intention to leave now. Of course, the more reason why Huo Jinbei was still sitting there was probably because he had a high fever and exhausted his energy.

Qianxing has always been used to being rough and can fall asleep in any environment, even in this cold warehouse.

She leaned against the corner of the wall, wrapped her clothes tightly, closed her eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already dark. Although the light in the warehouse was still dim, the lines and outlines were vaguely visible.

Qianxing woke up and saw the surrounding environment clearly, his eyes unconsciously turned to the opposite side.

The man opposite was still sitting there motionless. After all this night, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Thinking of this, Qianxing couldn't help but hold the ground with his hands and climbed up there a few steps with his hands and feet.

But after a few steps, she stopped.

The man is still alive.

Not only was he alive, he also opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment.

I don't know how long I've watched it.
Chapter completed!