Song Zilian thought about it for a moment and didn't dare to mention it too much.
"I want to spend the night at your house tonight."
"Okay." Ji Xinyao agreed readily.
Song Zilian didn't expect her to agree so quickly, so he became more serious and said, "I still want to sleep in your bed."
"It's okay." Ji Xinyao nodded.
Song Zilian's ears suddenly turned a little red, and he thought of something that could be done naturally and naturally.
"Really?" He confirmed to Ji Xinyao again.
"You can sleep if you want. I'll just change the sheets when I go home tomorrow. There's a washing machine anyway, so it won't be a problem." Ji Xinyao asked seriously.
"Going home tomorrow? Where are you going today?" Song Zilian suddenly became alert.
"Of course I'm going back to find Song Lucun." Ji Xinyao smiled deliberately and maliciously, "You are going to sleep on my bed, so you can't squeeze me into sleeping on the sofa, right?"
"I'm sleeping on the sofa, you're not allowed to go." Song Zilian immediately gave up the idea.
But Ji Xinyao wasn't planning to go over because Song Zilian occupied her bed.
"I'm teasing you by sleeping on the sofa, but I have to go." Ji Xinyao reached out and touched his head, "You should also know that my work is not finished yet, and I can't give up halfway."
Song Zilian lowered his waist and hugged her.
"Then I'll take a few more bites and pretend to be a little bit more like you."
Although Ji Xinyao knew that he just wanted to take advantage, she felt that what he said was reasonable, so she put her hand on his waist and let him do whatever he wanted.
Suddenly, the screen in front of her jumped.
[Song Lucun: Suspicion -1%, total mission progress: 0%]
It seems that attacking him with the memory of his death is useful.
Oh, these men are all the same. They have obviously done so many excessive things to the original owner, but they can all pretend to be fine when they see her again.
If the original owner hadn't been so strong that he knocked the foreigner unconscious...
Every time Ji Xinyao recalls the experiences of these unwilling deceased people, she will suffer the same mental trauma.
And those men who kept saying they liked her pretended to be affectionate as soon as they recovered their memories, without even apologizing to her for their mistakes.
How hypocritical!
At noon, Ji Xinyao and Song Zilian had dinner together, and in the afternoon, she returned to the two-story building where Song Lucun temporarily lived.
Ji Xinyao specially wore a long-sleeved dress and covered her neck with a silk scarf.
She knocked on the door, but no one responded, but the lock looked very worn out. Ji Xinyao simply pulled out the hairpin on her head and pried open the door.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw Song Lucun fainted on the ground and quickly helped him up.
"Song Lucun, are you okay?"
She patted his face with her hand. Song Lucun woke up suddenly and coughed violently. A mouthful of blood spattered directly on Ji Xinyao's sleeve.
Song Lucun opened his eyes vaguely, and Ji Xinyao in front of him was also hazy.
He tried hard to focus his eyes and see her clearly.
"Xinyao, you...why is it you..."
He held his head in his hands.
"My head hurts. Did I have a dream?"
He clearly knew what had happened, but he still wanted to escape, wanted such a thing to never happen, and wanted his cowardly self to not exist.
Ji Xinyao looked at him calmly.
"If you think it's a dream, then it is a dream. Get up and sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water and wash away the taste of blood in your mouth."
She spoke gentle words, asking him not to pay attention on the surface, but every word reminded him that what just happened really happened.
Ji Xinyao fetched warm water, let him rinse his mouth, and then held his hand to help him diagnose his pulse.
Song Zilian's people were really rude. According to Song Lucun's condition, if he didn't take some tonic medicine, he would probably have sequelae in the future.
"You lie down first and don't move around. I knew you were seriously injured and brought an acupuncture bag."
She took out the acupuncture kit, first helped Song Lucun stabilize his meridians and lungs, and then considered how to prescribe him medicine.
"Looking at you like this, you probably didn't eat at noon, right? I'll give you a bowl of noodles. You eat it first and then I'll go to the Chinese medicine shop to grab some medicine for you."
Song Lucun stared at her with his cloudy eyes.
Ji Xinyao turned around and was about to leave when Song Lucun suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Xinyao, why?"
"What why?"
"Why are you so nice to me? It was the same before and it is still the same now. What is it about me that deserves you to be so nice to me?"
Song Lucun was kneeling on the sofa, looking up at her, expecting her to give an answer.
Ji Xinyao lowered her eyes.
The answer she knew was that the original owner had a bodhisattva heart.
Ji Xinyao even felt that after reading the original owner's experiences, she suddenly felt that her clothes had turned into a cassock, the chair turned into a lotus platform, and the cremation turned into a relic.
But it was definitely impossible for her to answer Song Lucun like this, so she bent down, held his face with her hands, and said the common pua phrase.
"If I don't treat you well, who will treat you well?"
Song Lucun held her arm, his eyes shining with a little light.
"Xinyao, can I hug you?"
"I won't leave. Just wait. I'll go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. Your body will collapse if you keep doing this."
Song Lucun then reluctantly let go of her hand.
Soon, Ji Xinyao served the noodles and sat aside to watch Song Lucun eat.
"Why is there only one bowl, don't you want to eat it?"
"I've eaten."
Only then did Song Lucun recall what happened in the morning, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"At Song Zilian's place?"
Ji Xinyao knew what he was thinking of. She had planned this on purpose, so she was silent for a while and said slowly, "I'd better leave first. Someone will bring the medicine to you later, and I'll leave you a list.
You just have to endure it..."
She stood up and took two steps, and Song Lucun quickly hugged her from behind.
"Don't go."
Ji Xinyao lowered her eyes, not surprised by his behavior, and even said tentatively, "Song Zilian and I..."
"I don't want to hear it." He interrupted her immediately, "Xinyao, it's all my fault. I didn't protect you. If you give me some more time, I can still think of a way..."
Ji Xinyao deliberately loosened the silk scarf, turned around, raised her hand and touched her head, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
At this time, the silk scarf tied loosely around Ji Xinyao's neck fell down, revealing her neck covered with hickeys and teeth marks.
Song Lucun looked at the stained evidence and almost wanted to kill Song Zilian, but what made him hate and hate him even more was himself.
The one who personally sent Ji Xinyao away back then.
He was filled with regret, pain, and anxiety, but he couldn't talk to Ji Xinyao for fear of arousing her painful memories.
This was the moment in his more than 20 years of life when he felt that he was the most useless. He could only silently help Ji Xinyao pick up the silk scarf, patted the dust on it, and tied it again for her to prevent her from going out to buy medicine.