This host can deal with it, let her be a villain, she really does

Little did he know that the calmness that Sang Fan thought he had was so impressive in the eyes of a normal person.

Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat and she didn't feel scared. She even felt that Sang Fan was a little pitiful.

It's like a stray dog ​​that has been wandering outside for a long time and can't find its way home, even though Sang Fan's current appearance doesn't look anything like a puppy.

She didn't understand what happened while she was out, and she wasn't prepared to stir up Sang Fan's nerves by provoking this topic.

Shen Yue looked at Sang Fan's scarlet sick eyes and showed a gentle and comforting smile: "I found a job outside, so I came back late. Are you hungry? I bought two cups of milk tea. Do you want to pad your belly first?”

Sang Fan paused, and from the girl's gentle and skillful tone, he suddenly felt that the two of them had lived together for a long time, like an old married couple, and he felt a slight tingling in his heart.

"Okay." He slowly calmed down his messy breathing, returned to his normal appearance, and asked casually, "Why do you suddenly want to find a job outside?"

Shen Yue lived in this apartment for almost a week. As soon as Sang Fan came back, he could see the girl sitting on the sofa obediently watching TV, or working alone in the kitchen. Although the things she made every time were not satisfactory, she still It gave him the illusion of being at home.

This warm and cozy atmosphere makes people crave it.

So much so that when he came back today and faced the empty and silent house, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him in the middle of winter, freezing him from head to toe.

Sang Fan seemed to have gone crazy. After destroying the living room, he rushed to the guest room where Shen Yue lived.

Shen Yue explained softly, "I don't want to live and eat at home all the time, so I found a relatively easy job. I don't want to trouble you too much."

Sang Fan's hand hanging by his side trembled. It only took a blink of an eye, and the next second, the person had disappeared.

Shen Yue's eyes revealed a feeling of pity, and her smile was gentle and tolerant. Sang Fan was stunned when he saw her, and he felt a strange warmth spreading from his chest. He couldn't help but talk about the problems that had been bothering him for half a year.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a person sitting on the sofa, wearing home clothes, with shiny black hair scattered on his chest, a delicate and beautiful face, and a remote control in his hand. When he came back, he would raise his head, Showing a slightly surprised smile.

"No trouble!" Sang Fan retorted almost immediately, and the sudden raised voice startled Shen Yue.

The conversation suddenly changed, and Shen Yue was stunned for a moment. It took her a while to react. She looked at Sang Fan, who was obviously still very young, but revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"I have insomnia." Sang Fan stared at Shen Yue without blinking, and the corners of his mouth stiffened for a moment before continuing, "I can't sleep. I've seen the doctor and taken medicine, but it didn't work because of this inexplicable problem. Disease, I almost gave up on the dream I had been holding on to."

Sang Fan stood there in a daze, trying to search everywhere for traces left by Shen Yue.

"This disease started from a car accident half a year ago. It has no root cause. With lack of sleep, I couldn't concentrate, and the doctors were helpless. I've seen brain doctors and psychiatrists, but nothing worked. Just when I was about to give up, you appeared."

Sang Fan's hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, his dark eyes observed Shen Yue's reaction, with unnoticeable nervousness, his voice calmed down, "I don't find it troublesome, I, I..."

As if the big dog had finally waited for its owner to come home, it quickly rushed out.

"You came back so early?"

He lowered his eyelashes, exuding a sense of low pressure all over his body, and spoke out the words stiffly.

No wonder, when she saw Sang Fan, his eyes were all green, which seemed to be caused by lack of sleep.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were blood red, and his face was extremely distorted due to extreme depression. He made the girl's bed a mess, but he still felt that it was not enough, and a painful and confused gurgling sound came from his throat.

Shen Yue saw that his expression seemed to have something unspeakable, his face became a little ugly, and his thin lips pursed tightly.

He drank the strawberry mochi bought by Shen Yue. He didn't like milk tea. He hated the sweet and greasy feeling, which seemed to stick to his throat.

That little breath slightly calmed down the animal nature in his heart that was already out of control and on the verge of collapse, but the breath was too shallow and soon made him unsatisfied.

He didn't say the rest of it.

Maybe there is no Shen Yue at all.

Sang Fan lowered his head and looked at the girl. His eyes were as clear as a clear spring, clean and clear, clearly reflecting his statelessness and embarrassment.

The framed wall was like a dark and cold coffin, and he was locked inside. When he died, he thought a crack was leaking out, but when he touched it, he realized that it was just a figment of his imagination.

It was obviously the summer solstice, but Sang Fan felt a chill invade his bones and spread to his limbs.

At that time, Sang Fan's heart gave a warning warning, beating violently and abnormally, and the sudden panic and violence made him want to destroy everything in front of him.

She said considerately: "If you have any difficulties, please tell me. After all, you have helped me, and I want to help you as much as possible."

Until he heard the girl's soft voice like spring water coming from outside the door, a refreshing warmth extinguished the dark fire that was raging crazily in his chest.

There was still a faint scent of the girl in the room, very light and shallow. Sang Fan threw his whole body on the bed, his weight made a crunching sound, and then his whole body was buried in the quilt.

The house was empty, the sofa was clean, and there was no movement in the kitchen. He went to Shen Yue's bedroom, which was so clean and tidy that it seemed as if no one had ever lived there.

"With you here, I can sleep."

Looking at such a pair of eyes, Sang Fan didn't know why but he spoke out what was in his heart.

Not even a single corner was missed, and still no one was seen.

The voice is soft and delicate.

She had already made a guess in the last second, so Shen Yue was not very surprised. She thought, how uncomfortable it is to not be able to sleep. The spirit is always in a tense state. After a long time, normal people will be forced to Crazy.

No wonder, at such a young age, Sang Fan always had an out-of-control anger in him.

She sighed and couldn't tell what she felt, but there was one emotion that was particularly obvious, that is, she felt that the man in front of her was very pitiful.

So, Shen Yue stood up on tiptoes, reached out and touched the top of Sang Fan's hair twice. The hair was slightly hard and prickly.

"You can tell me," she arched her eyebrows, "I will help you."