At around seven o'clock, Gu Congli arrived downstairs at Yin's house.

He got out of the car and locked the door. The community of Shiyin's house was not new, and the security door was not closed until dark. Many grandfathers and grandmothers gathered downstairs to play chess and chat. Many of them knew him. When they saw him coming,

Greeted very warmly: "Are you here to see your girlfriend again?"

Gu Congli said "hmm" and went upstairs.

Arriving at her floor, Gu Congli walked to the door, raised his eyes, and paused.

There was a note posted on the security door, written in elegant black marker font: Sorry, editor, I'm too sleepy, I'm going to bed first, please don't ring the doorbell, see you on WeChat.

"..."

Gu Congli was quiet for half a minute and suddenly laughed.

Low, cheerful laughter echoed gently in the quiet corridor.

He still underestimated the influence this girl had on him. She was more powerful than he imagined.

He doesn't even need to see her.

Gu Congli took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and opened WeChat.

She sent many WeChat messages, but he was driving in such a hurry that he didn't even notice.

[Editor-in-Chief, when will you arrive? I’m so sleepy.]

【Are you here?】

[Boss Gu, how much longer do you want?]

【Editor-in-Chief ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!】

[I’m too sleepy, I’ll take a nap first. Call me when you get there. 】

[It’s better not to call me. Put the spare key under the floor mat. Come in by yourself.]

Gu Congli locked the screen of his mobile phone, squatted down and took out the keys from under the door mat, put them into his pocket, stood up and rang the doorbell.

Press for a long, long time, and then let go.

In fact, Gu Congli is not the kind of person who goes to bed early and gets up early. For him, staying up late is commonplace, and sleeping for three or four hours is the normal sleep time required every day.

But her procrastination problem and her reverse schedule of day and night are also a bit unhealthy and excessive.

After waiting for almost five minutes, the door opened.

Shi Yin didn't even change into her home clothes. Her hair was tied into a bun and hadn't been taken off yet. It was probably a mess because of sleeping. She looked at him with red eyes.

To be honest, every time Gu Congli sees her look and expression when she hasn't had enough sleep, she feels amazing.

It's so heroic, so tragic, sad and poignant, and extremely shocking.

She was a little pitiful, and she dared to be angry but dared not speak, which made people's hearts soften involuntarily, and they felt a little reluctant to let her sleep.

Moreover, she is very brave every time.

For example, right now, at this moment.

The little girl glared at him, her red rabbit-like eyes blazing with anger. She took a deep breath and suppressed her anger: "I put a note on the door."

Gu Congli opened his eyes and lied: "I didn't see it."

"I also sent you WeChat messages, many of them," she repeated word by word with tears in her eyes, "many of them."

"Yeah."

Shi Yin laughed angrily: "Yes."

The feeling of being woken up just after falling into a deep sleep was so bad that she didn't even have the energy to recall the scene when she and he were separated last time.

Moreover, how should I ask about this kind of thing?

Editor, did you kiss me in the car before?

Shi Yin almost regarded it as an erotic dream.

She just didn't expect that after so many years, her obsession with Gu Congli would still be so deep, that she even started to have such dreams.

But these are not the point.

Anyone who disturbs people's dreams, even Bai Yueguang, will make people want to throw him out by the collar.

Shi Yin took a long breath, ducked through the door, staggered to the sofa, and dove in headfirst, with his calves dangling in the air and resting on the armrest of the sofa.

She casually pulled a pillow and put it over her head, slumping into it and moaning.

After humming for a while, I didn't hear any sound, I just felt the sofa above my head sink slightly.

Shi Yin tilted his head slightly, opened the pillow a little, and took a look outside.

Facing a pair of very close, light brown eyes.

Gu Congli sat above her, holding his head on his knees with one hand and looking at her sideways.

There was no waiting in the living room, the light was dim, Shi Yin opened his eyes in a daze, and even forgot to breathe.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Gu Congli blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering, with a strange sense of innocence.

Shi Yin came to his senses in a daze, jumped up, distanced himself, and knelt down on the sofa. His sleepiness was gone, and he stammered: "Chief, editor-in-chief."

The dim light concealed her red ears and unnatural expression.

Gu Congli just held his head, sat sideways, and looked up at her: "Have you had dinner?"

"Drink a glass of milk..."

He nodded, straightened up, stood up, lowered his hands, and prepared to enter the kitchen.

The light is very dim, but they are very close to each other.

At the same time, Shi Yin saw something on the back of his hand.

She frowned, put her hands on the sofa, knelt on it, and crawled forward two steps.

Gu Congli caught a glimpse of her movements from the corner of his eye and lowered his eyes. When he saw her posture clearly, he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Before she could, she had already come closer.

This time I could see it clearly: there were several burn blisters, one of which was quite large had broken open, revealing the red flesh inside.

Her actions were faster than her brain. She didn't have time to think. She grabbed his wrist, knelt down on the sofa, and pulled it in front of her to take a closer look.

His skin was very white, and he looked particularly shocking. The bright red flesh oozed with blood, which almost made people's hearts twitch.

She frowned, raised her head and glared at him: "What happened? Why don't you deal with it?"

"forget."

"Can you forget this?"

"Well," he said calmly, "I'm anxious to come back."

Shi Yin didn't pay attention to what he said. When he asked the question, he had already gotten up from the sofa. The man was standing on top, which was a bit taller than him. He pressed his shoulders and pushed him down.

Gu Congli obediently fell back on the sofa, turned his head and watched her jump off the floor barefoot, ran to turn on the light in the living room, then ran into the bedroom, and after a while, came out with a small box.

Shi Yin walked to the sofa, put the box on the coffee table, took his hand, put it flat on his lap like a primary school student, and went to open the medicine box.

The medicine box was given to her by Shi's mother. Shi Yin almost never used it. She only took two painkillers when she was on her period. She knelt in front of him, swept away a bunch of messy medicine boxes, and dug out the medicine box.

There is a small bottle of alcohol at the bottom. I hold it in my hand and hesitate a little: "Should I use this alcohol directly? Doesn't it hurt too much?"

Gu Congli: "..."

Shi Yin raised his head blankly and looked at him questioningly: "Pour it on directly? Or should I dip it with a cotton swab?"

"I don't know, I haven't dealt with it before," he said softly, "Just pour it, it's more convenient."

"Do I need to pop the blisters?"

"have no idea."

"What should I do after disinfection? Should I just wrap it with gauze?"

"..."

One of the two people was sitting on the sofa, and the other was kneeling in front of him, silently looking at a slender, beautiful, burned hand.

Shi Yin gave up, pushed the box, and sat on the ground: "Editor-in-Chief, go to the hospital."

Gu Congli smiled: "That's all, no need to bother."

As he spoke, he directly took out a medical cotton swab, dipped the end in alcohol and neatly opened the unbroken blisters. He raised his foot and hooked the trash can next to the coffee table and pulled it over. He picked up the small bottle of alcohol and poured it directly on the back of his hand.

The clear liquid flowed over the injured area and dripped along the tip of the middle finger into the trash can.

Shi Yin gasped at the sight, raised his hand to rub the back of his hand, and couldn't help but look at his expression.

The man didn't even frown, and looked calm and indifferent, as if it wasn't his hand.

Shi Yin couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't it hurt?"

He raised his eyes: "It hurts."
To be continued...