"If you have nowhere to go, then come with me." This sentence came out of her mouth.

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Ling Yiran never expected that he would dare to lead a strange man back to his residence on impulse.

Maybe it was because this man didn't seem aggressive at all, or maybe... this man made her seem to see herself in prison.

He and she should both be at the bottom of this society, but now she is struggling for a way to survive, but he seems to be indifferent to life and death.

"This is where I live. If you don't mind, I will help you spread a mat on the ground to sleep on." Ling Yiran said.

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Ling Yiran dug out a new towel and a new toothbrush and handed them to the other party, "You can go to the bathroom to wash up, but I don't have clothes suitable for you here. Don't get your clothes wet for a while.

"

When the man entered the bathroom, Ling Yiran began to lay out a mat and took out a spare quilt.

This rental house is not big, it is a small room.

It has an area of ​​about ten square meters and has a separate bathroom, but there is no kitchen. If Ling Yiran really wants to cook something, he will use an induction cooker.

When the man came out, he was still wearing the same clothes, but his hair was wet, obviously from having been washed.

Looking at the man's wet hair, Ling Yiran picked up a towel and said, "Bend down."

The other party looked at her steadily.

"I just want to help you wipe your hair. I have no other ill intentions." She said, "Your hair is so wet. If you don't wipe it dry, you will catch a cold easily."

He looked at her steadily, and after a while he said, "Do you care about me?" The cold voice sounded nice.

"Yes." Ling still did not avoid the other party's gaze, "Since I brought you back, I don't want you to get sick."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly bent down.

Ling Yiran covered his hair with a towel and wiped it, "What's your name?"

After a long silence, he finally uttered two words, "Ajin."

"Ajin." Ling Yiran recited the name. It should be a nickname, "My name is Ling Yiran. Where do you live? Where is your family?"

"I have no family," he said.

Her movements were sudden. Is he alone? Is that why he lives on the street?

And although she has a family, it's as if she has no family. The only difference may be that she rents such a place to stay.

"Then it seems we are quite similar." She smiled bitterly and continued to wipe his hair.

When her hair was almost wiped, she put down the towel and combed his hair with a comb.

When his bangs were combed back, revealing his full forehead, Ling Yiran discovered that he was actually better-looking than she originally thought.

His exquisite facial features had a three-dimensional depth rarely seen in Eastern people, especially his eyes, which were looking at her now, not as empty as before, as if they were a little more inquisitive.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." She said. When she was sweeping the road today, she didn't see him eating.

Ling Yiran took the noodles and eggs and used the induction cooker to cook a simple bowl of noodles for him.

"Here, eat it, but don't eat it too fast, it will burn your mouth." She said.

He lowered his head and ate the noodles quietly. Ling still looked at the other person quietly. Somehow, the loneliness that he felt every time he returned to the rental house in the past seemed to be gone. Is it because there was one more person here?

"Why are you sitting alone on the street in such a cold weather? What if you freeze to death?" I still remember that when she led him back on the street, his hands were as cold as ice shards.

, she even felt that her hand was holding a piece of ice.

"I won't die," he said.

"What if?"

"Won't."

Well, if he says no, then he won’t.

After the man finished eating, Ling Yiran tidied up. "Don't mind if I sleep with the light on at night." She said that since she was released from prison, she has had the habit of sleeping with the light on.

The man responded.

Ling was still lying on the bed, and the man was lying on the mat she had spread on the floor.

She closed her eyes and tried hard to fall asleep. At some point, she was afraid of falling asleep.

Because once she fell asleep, she would always dream about the scenes in prison, beatings, insults, torture... She had been beaten several times until she vomited blood, and several bones in her body were broken.

Many times, she thought she would die in prison.

But strangely, she slept until dawn and didn't have nightmares like usual.

Ling still stared blankly at the figure lying on the ground beside the bed.

Is it because of his relationship? Because she is not the only one in this room, but there is another person...accompanying her?

She couldn't help but get out of bed, squat down, and almost couldn't help but put her hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth from her hand.

He was a real person, not her imagination. Last night, she really brought a man into her rental house.

When she came back to her senses, she found that he had woken up at some point, and his beautiful eyes were looking at her intently.

"I'm sorry." Her face suddenly turned red, "I...I just..."

Just what? She touches the face of a grown man while he is sleeping. She looks like an "unruly person" no matter what.

He said nothing, but his eyes were still looking at her unblinkingly.

"Well... if you have no place to go, you can stay at my place. Anyway, I can squeeze in one more person." She said urgently.

But after I said the words, I felt a sense of relief.

She was just too lonely, so lonely that she wanted to find someone to accompany her, so that she wouldn't always think of the past in the dead of night.

She was once so beautiful, but now she is so miserable.

Even sometimes, as long as she calms down, she will think of the three years in prison, which is her lingering nightmare.

His obsidian-like pupils reflected her flushed face, and a hint of surprise seemed to flash through his eyes.

She gradually calmed down and bit her lip slightly, "If you don't want to, then just pretend that I didn't say anything."

His thin lips finally opened slowly and lightly, "Do you want me?" His voice sounded like a clear spring in winter.

If this were said by another man, it would probably sound ambiguous.
Chapter completed!