My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Shi Jin's voice was gentle: "Yesterday you called my name."

yesterday……

Jiang Jiusheng only felt a pain in his head.

The word Shi Jin came to her lips, but she couldn't utter it, as if something was choking her throat. The clothes were still neat, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and stepped on the marble tiles in socks: "Why am I here?"

Shi Jin didn't answer right away, walked to the carpet in the room, took a cotton mop, squatted down, and placed it in front of Jiang Jiusheng.

"You had a fever last night." He paused, and added, "The door of your house is locked."

She lowered her head, and Shi Jin was squatting in front of her. His short, unkempt hair was very casual, probably very soft, and looked very obedient and obedient, not like his usual handsome and aloof look.

She withdrew her gaze, put on her shoes, and took a step back: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble." With a polite and approachable tone, Shi Jin raised his hand, and the palm of his hand naturally covered her forehead.

Jiang Jiusheng retreated subconsciously.

Shi Jin didn't take back his hand, but took a step forward: "I'm a doctor."

His voice is gentle and soothing, like a hypnotic string serenade played by a cello, beautiful and deceptive.

Jiang Jiusheng was startled slightly, and stopped moving.

Shi Jin touched her forehead with the back of his hand, stopped for a moment, then withdrew his hand, then took a step back, keeping a distance not too close, but not too distant, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, clear Expensive and elegant.

He said: "You still have a low fever, do you want to lie down for a while?"

Jiang Jiusheng took a look at Shi Jin's big bed. The pure black tone made it look cold and rigid, which was quite different from his impression.

She shook her head, although Shi Jin is a doctor, there is a difference between men and women.

Shi Jin didn't say anything, just took the medicine from the bedside table and gave her a glass of water.

Jiang Jiusheng took it. The water was warm. I don't know when Shi Jin put it in. She drank the medicine and thanked Shi Jin: "Thank you."

He said no thanks.

The antipyretics are white pills, not capsules, and they are very bitter. Jiang Jiusheng has always been addicted to sweets, and the bitterness on the tip of her tongue can't go away. She frowned and drank two more sips of water.

It doesn't work, I want to smoke, I want to drink peach yogurt.

Shi Jin warmly reminded: "You can't drink dairy products, it will hinder the absorption of medicine."

Jiang Jiusheng gave up her thoughts. She is not in good health. She smokes and drinks alcohol. Apart from not staying up late, how can she be so tossed about? Probably because of this, once soaked in cold water, she can't bear it anymore.

She licked her lower lip to suppress her craving for cigarettes, but it was still a bit bitter.

Shi Jin leaned over, took out a white painted glass bottle from the bedside table, and handed it to her: "You can eat this."

The bottle is very beautiful, the mouth of the bottle is a solid wood stopper, wrapped in a thin layer of oil paper, it looks small and delicate, and there are white solid pieces inside.

Jiang Jiusheng took it, poured out one, and smelled it.

It's milk...

"If it's bitter, you can take a few more slices, there are still in the cabinet." Shi Jin said.

Jiang Jiusheng was at a loss for words, he seemed to know her preferences very well. After taking a piece, it was sweet but not greasy. She squinted her eyes and felt relieved in her stomach.

After leaving the room, Jiang Jiusheng realized that Shi Jin's apartment had the same layout as hers. The room she stayed in was the master bedroom on the first floor of the apartment, which was probably Shi Jin's bedroom.

It's just a matter of entering the room, she also occupied the magpie's nest, she has never been so embarrassed, she didn't know how to react for a while, but Shi Jin was very natural, went to the kitchen to take a look, then went back to the living room and asked Jiang Jiusheng: "Breakfast is ready, how about you?" Should I go back to your place to wash, or to my place?"

She was dull for three seconds: "...go over there."

Why is it a multiple choice question instead of a true or false question?

It was like a mess suddenly rolled into my heart, and when I realized it later, it was already a mess. So half an hour later, when Jiang Jiusheng stood at the door of 703, she still couldn't figure out how she and Shi Jin had developed to the point where they had breakfast together.

The breakfast is very rich, a bowl of pumpkin porridge, a plate of shrimp dumplings filled with soup, a strawberry and mango platter with ham and potato cakes, purple sweet potato buns, and green apple juice.

The pumpkin porridge is very sweet, the skin of the purple potato buns is very thin, the apple juice is not too sour, and a little honey is added, all of which are to her liking, without any mistakes.

Jiang Jiusheng tasted a couple of mouthfuls, then stopped, staring at the plate in front of him, thoughtful.

Shi Jin sat across from her. The one-meter-wide gray porcelain dining table was polished, so bright and clean that it could reflect his silhouette. It doesn't look formal, casual and expensive, there is almost no sound on the table, Shi Jin's table manners are very good, he eats slowly, earnestly and attentively.

She was stunned for a moment.

Shi Jin raised his head: "Does it taste bad?" Without waiting for her to answer, he put down the metal chopsticks and asked her opinion, "What do you want to eat? If you are not in a hurry, I can make it now."

Jiang Jiusheng shook her head, moved the pumpkin porridge in front of her a little closer, drank it with a spoon, licked her lips, it was very sweet, she looked up at Shi Jin: "You made all of this?"

"Yeah." Shi Jin poured a glass of warm water and put it next to her, "I just made a few simple things."

If it was still simple, cooking instant noodles and fried rice was nothing, Jiang Jiusheng didn't know what to say for a while, picked up the spoon, drank the porridge, and couldn't eat.

Shi Jin's cooking skills are very good. Jiang Jiusheng has distinct preferences and can be regarded as a picky eater, but Shi Jin's cooking is just right, the taste is excellent, and it nourishes the stomach.

"Is it to your liking?" The question seemed to be casual, but the movement of his pause showed a bit of unnaturalness and prudence, and it was not difficult to hear the expectation that was trying to hide in his tone.

Jiang Jiusheng praised generously: "It's delicious."

He smiled slightly and said, "There are still some in the pot."

She is not polite, a meal can be regarded as a good time for the guests and the host. There is not much conversation at the table, but it is not formal, natural and leisurely. Jiang Jiusheng likes this feeling very much. It is light, comfortable and natural. Obviously, Shi Jin's etiquette and The temperament is well handled.

After breakfast, she was sitting on the sofa, Shi Jin was washing dishes in the kitchen, and she was alone in the living room. Occasionally there was the sound of pots and pans, and the cute and beautiful dog disappeared somewhere. Jiang Jiusheng was a little bit on pins and needles, so she got up and looked at Shi Jin's house. It had the same layout as her apartment, with a Chinese-style style and relatively deep color elements, mainly gray and white. It was clean, but cold, different from the coldness of the bedroom. It was pure black with a few touches of white added, very similar to Shi Jin's impression.

The whole decoration has a strong sense of design, rigorous and solemn coloring, of course it is unavoidably cold and serious, but there are a few accessories that seem out of place, such as the acoustic guitar pillow on the dark gray sofa, such as the drop-shaped rattan hanging basket chair in front of the window sill , such as the old CD player in front of the agarwood bookshelf, or the cello placed obliquely at the corner of the stairs.

What a coincidence, these things are all her favorites, and they are exactly the same as those in her apartment.

Shi Jin's voice came from behind, neither urgent nor slow, he called her: "Shengsheng."

The familiar and intimate title seems to go with the flow.

Jiang Jiusheng turned around: "Huh?"

Many people call her Shengsheng, but there has never been anyone like Shi Jin, who is very light and gentle, like the wind blowing around her ears, intruding unconsciously.

She wasn't voice-activated, she was still fascinated, she was in a trance for a moment, and couldn't help thinking, what kind of man Shi Jin is, every move can stir people's thoughts, like a riddle, like a moon covered in fog, like pushing away the haze, but... Can't get hold of the outline.

"It's been more than an hour since you took the medicine. You can drink milk now, but not ice."

Shi Jin handed over a glass of milk.

Jiang Jiusheng took it, it was warm, she took a sip, it tasted like yellow peach.

It turned out that it wasn't a coincidence that I was in the elevator last time.

"Shi Jin."

"Um."

Jiang Jiusheng paused for a moment, looked into Shi Jin's eyes and asked, "Have we met before?"

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