Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

As the door was gently closed, Chu Yan came back to his senses, recalling the lonely long shadow under the moonlight just now, and suddenly felt a place in his heart collapsed, a little empty.

He remained silent, got up and turned on the light.

The bed sheet was crumpled into a ball, with sticky liquid and faint bloodstains. Chu Yan was stunned for a while looking at the bloodstain, and then tore off the bed sheet agitatedly.

Qiao Wan'an's left hand was mostly frostbite, and the injury was not so severe. He bit his teeth and used the two fingers of his right hand that were still movable to remove the bandage.

He felt uncomfortable in his stomach, so he bowed his body and put one hand back, trying to get out those things that didn't belong to him.

Thanks to Chu Yan who never cleaned it up for him afterwards, Qiao Wan'an got dirty a few times before and got diarrhea. His stomach is not good, so he can't stand such troubles, so he can only clean himself up as much as possible. Also proficient.

The left hand was still a bit uncomfortable, and Qiao Wan'an was trembling with pain because of the blood that had been drawn before, but when he thought of Chu Yan's words, he felt that the pain was insignificant.

Goodnight Joe took off the expensive watch and put it on the sink.

He boiled the water and rinsed it for a while, the hot water splashed on the wound, and the skin and flesh were turned outwards, glowing bloodless white.

But Qiao Wanwan didn't seem to feel it, she just stared quietly at the wound on her hand in a daze.

After a lot of tossing, he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he applied some medicine to himself, thought about it, and decided not to wrap the gauze, but took out his newly bought gloves and put them on to cover up the ugly scars.

Walking past the sink, he picked up the shiny watch and wiped it, then gently put it back in the small box in the drawer downstairs.

Chu Yan came out of the shower and saw this scene, rushed to grab his hand, "What are you doing?"

When the things he sent had never been returned, Qiao Wanan dared to slap him in the face again and again.

Qiao Wan'an's eyes were red, and she was so fragile that she seemed to be falling apart, but she still looked at Chu Yan with a comforting smile, "Ayan...it's okay, the hand injury was actually caused by me accidentally, you don't have to pay me so much compensation."

It's just two broken fingers...it's useless.

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and said inexplicably annoyed, "Take what I gave you, don't be pretentious with me here!"

Qiao Wanan looked at him silently for a while, then lowered her head and took out the watch before tears overflowed from her eyes, her vision was already blurred.

Holding the cold metal watch, Qiao Wan'an slowly walked back to the room with her back to Chu Yan, and said to herself in a low voice, "Why can't it be warmed up..."

Chu Yan looked at his slender back, as if a stone had been choked in his throat, which made him painful, he opened his mouth, just about to say something.

He Xiran's phone call has already come.

Chu Yan had no choice but to connect.

"Ayan, good night...how is he?" He Xiran's voice was a bit worried.

Chu Yan glanced at Qiao Wan'an's movement of closing the door, thinking that he didn't seem to have anything to say to him, and then comforted He Xiran in a low voice: "It's okay, it was just an accident, he didn't blame you, don't think about it. "

Good night, Qiao retreated to the bed, and opened the ball of cashmere yarn that she had bought before and hadn't had time to take a second look at it.

Cashmere is soft and soft to the touch, if it is woven into a scarf for A Yan, it will be very warm.

He glanced at his hands again and fell silent.

If the hands were not trampled, no matter how severe the frostbite on the hands, they should be able to finish the scarf before the winter is over.

It doesn't matter, then he can wait for the next winter...

The weather is gradually warming up, sometimes when Chu Yan comes home from get off work, it's still not dark yet.

But still a person.

He used to always think that maybe it was too cold, Qiao Wanwan was too sleepy to go downstairs, until he was at home these days and couldn't meet Qiao Wanwan twice.

When did it start?When he went to work, he received fewer and fewer good night messages from Joe, until he didn't say a word all day.

I won’t stay on the hour to say Happy New Year to him during the Chinese New Year, no matter how long the business trip is, I won’t ask him when I’ll be home, and I won’t say I miss him again.

He never saw that person standing stupidly waiting for him at the door again, smiling when he saw him.

It was as if a person living in darkness suddenly saw the light. At that time, when Qiao Wanan saw him, he felt that the world was lit up.

What is Joe's good night like now? Even though they are under the same roof, he feels as if he hasn't seen him for a long time, and he doesn't even remember his smile clearly.

Chu Yan walked upstairs quickly and knocked on the door of Qiao Wan's room.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

There was a rustling sound from inside, and after a while, Qiao Wanan opened the door.

He saw him still smiling gently.

The smile was not the same as before, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot, replaced by cautious, timid, and imperceptible fatigue.

He seemed really tired.

"What's the matter, Ayan?"

Chu Yan suddenly couldn't find anything to say. In the past, Qiao Wanan took the initiative to talk to him, and when he got impatient, he would tell him to shut up.

But now he just asks him what's wrong.

"You...what do you usually do at home?" Chu Yan choked out a sentence for a long time.

"Eating, sleeping, and playing with mobile phones," Qiao Wanan added, "all at home, I didn't run around."

Chu Yan was at a loss for words. What he wanted to ask was actually not this.

"Hmm... is your hand feeling better?"

"It's much better. I'll change the dressing in two days."

"..."

Suddenly there seemed to be nothing to say between them.

Obviously, Joe had a lot to say in Good Night before.

Chu Yan stood at the door without moving, and Qiao Wan'an did not speak.

After waiting for a long while, Qiao Wanyan finally said something.

"Ayan, is there anything else?"

Chu Yan felt annoyed and amused. They were so estranged that they had to have something to talk to each other?

But seeing Qiao Wan'an's serious expression, he suddenly couldn't ask.

Chu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at him with a bandage on one hand and a glove on the other, feeling very strange.

"The temperature has risen, why are you still wearing gloves, isn't it hot?"

Qiao Wan'an subconsciously withdrew her hands and said vaguely, "I'm afraid of the cold."

Chu Yan saw that his wrist was empty, and he was not wearing the watch.

I don't know if he remembered something, why he didn't ask Joe good night why he didn't wear a watch.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Chu Yan couldn't help asking.

Qiao Wan'an froze for a moment, and seemed to try to remember for a while before looking at him nervously, "I, did I do something wrong again?"

Chu Yan was startled, and suddenly wanted to touch his face, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Qiao Wan'an lowered her head in fear.

Chu Yan's hand outstretched in mid-air froze.

"It's okay." He withdrew his hand awkwardly, "Come down and eat."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wan said, "I have eaten, you are tired all day, go down and eat."

Chu Yan seemed to have finally found a reason to attack, and couldn't help asking: "You don't even plan to eat with me now?"

Qiao Wanan was stunned, wasn't it because he didn't want to see himself, so he tried to avoid him?

"Sorry……"

That's all he said.

"Good night, Qiao, do you dare to hide from me deliberately?"

Chu Yan pinched his chin and said with hatred.

Qiao Wanan snorted in pain, tears of grievance and confusion swirled in her eyes.

He choked with sobs, begging Chu Yan to give him an answer, "Ayan...what should I do so that you don't hate me so much?"