monopolize her

The little girl's coaxing tone made Wen Yuran feel a little funny.

"I'm really fine, you sleep well, don't toss..."

Wen Yuran spoke easily, turned around and put his feet into the slippers beside the bed, ready to get out of bed.But in the middle of the speech, it was cut off abruptly.

"hiss……"

The pain in her heart was so severe that she could hardly make a sound.

Wen Yuran unconsciously stretched out his hand to press the position of his heart, and took a deep breath.

It was as if a hole had been knocked open in the heart, and the cold chill unscrupulously spread to the whole body, eroding every inch of the tendons, the mind was in chaos, and the vision was a little blurred.

Cold sweat rolled down the back one by one, and the pajamas that were close to the body were wet.

"...Wen Yuran..."

"Wen Yuran...don't be afraid...don't be afraid...I'll be there soon..."

For a period of time, Wen Yuran was almost unable to move, all perceptions were hazy, the little girl's voice seemed to be floating in the ear, and it seemed to be far away, as if she could hear clearly, but also as if she couldn't hear anything clearly .

In this state, she couldn't tell how much time had passed, maybe 10 minutes, or maybe an hour...

"...Wen Yuran...I'm here, please open the door..."

Among the little girl's vague words, she vaguely discerned this sentence.

Fear and confusion were mixed together, and it was almost impossible to think normally. She tensed her body, desperately resisting the dizziness.

Wen Yuran forcefully opened his teeth, and bit the tip of his tongue.

Pain came from the tip of the tongue.

Wen Yuran's sanity became slightly clearer.

She took down her phone and tried to open the door remotely, but her fingers didn't work at all.

The weird cold feeling was still there, and it became more and more intense.

There are footsteps approaching.

"...I'm here...it's okay, it's okay..."

The soft voice came close to the ear, and has been transmitted to the heart.

Vaguely, Wen Yuran saw a pair of white and tender hands reaching out.

For some reason, the moment Wen Yuran saw those hands, Wen Yuran suddenly felt his heart calm down, and his tense body relaxed little by little.

Fear receded like a tide.

The cold pain that runs through the bones continues, as if being cut by an ice blade, the body is like falling into an ice cellar, and the symptoms have not been relieved at all.

But Wen Yuran didn't know why, he just felt less scared.

Those hands were very light and soft, faintly wrapped around his waist, and then hugged him into a hug.

It wasn't too warm in the arms, but it was very reassuring.

Later, he seemed to be picked up, and then lay flat on the bed.

In the dimness, the coldness seemed to be forcibly stripped from his body.

Afterwards, the body relaxed, and the consciousness became blurred...

At the last moment of falling asleep, Wen Yuran had a few thoughts——

I obviously didn't open the door, how did the little girl come in...

Also, the little girl is really strong, she can hug herself easily...

Then consciousness is plunged into darkness.

The next morning, Wen Yuran was awakened by a ray of sunlight.

The sun came out from the cracks in the curtains, and it happened to shine on the eyelids. Wen Yuran shrank under the quilt, narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised his hands, trying to cover the sun.

Then the elbow hit something.

what……?

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes, gradually allowing his eyes to adapt to the light, and slowly, his vision became clearer.

She lowered her head and saw a black head.

That head looked very well-behaved, protruding from the bed, the hair rope was half loose, and the soft black hair was spread on the sheet.

This is……

Wen Yuran was completely awake, she sat up from the bed, moved a little to the side, and looked at the head protruding from the bed from the side.

little girl?

what happened……?

Wen Yuran tried to recall what happened last night, but he felt a severe headache, as if he had drunk a drink yesterday.

She raised her hand to press her head, endured the hangover-like headache, and forced herself to recall, but she couldn't think of anything.

Wen Yuran is very clear that she is not a messy person, she has a sense of proportion in her actions, and she has a clear grasp of her drinking capacity, so she should not do anything messy after drinking.

But now...

The little girl was lying on her own bed, and she got all the stolen goods, and the result was clear.

Is there any other possibility?

Wen Yuran inserted his fingers into the hair, and massaged gently for a while, until the headache was slightly relieved.

She let out a mouthful and got out of bed.

Considering that the little girl was still sleeping, Wen Yuran's movements were very light.

After putting on the slippers, Wen Yuran stood up and walked to the balcony step by step.

Then I lit a cigarette.

It doesn't feel good to smoke when I just wake up, my throat is extremely dry, but my heart is confused, and I want to smoke for no reason.

When putting the cigarette into his mouth, Wen Yuran felt a dull pain on the tip of his tongue, as if he had been bitten...

One more piece of evidence.

Looks like it really happened.

Wen Yuran supported his head, squinted his eyes and took a breath of the cigarette, then exhaled slowly to let the smoke disperse.

There was a faint sense of loss in my heart.

If something really happened yesterday, how can I forget it?

It's too bad...

This thought came suddenly, and was quickly pushed deep by Wen Yuran, but it was not completely suppressed, and there were still remaining thoughts bubbling, which could not be dispelled at all.

Wen Yuran calmed down when a cigarette was about to burn out.

She put those messy thoughts aside, and decided to seriously sort out the existing memories, maybe she could figure out what happened——

Yesterday, she was not feeling well.

The doctor said that she was nervous due to being too busy and asked her to take a good rest.So she put off her work and took a walk along the river.

While walking, she met a "master" who said she was cursed.But she didn't believe in these ghosts and monsters at all, so she ignored them.

After the walk, she came home and sent a text message to the little girl, but the little girl didn't reply, she had nothing to do, she took a shower and went to bed after reading for a while.

after that……

There is no memory after that, and it is completely impossible to explain why the little girl is on his bed.

Could it be that she fell asleep halfway through, woke up suddenly, and then had a whim to ask the little girl out for a drink, and accidentally drank too much, and brought the little girl home?

Would you do such a thing yourself?

This logic chain is full of absurdity everywhere, and it is impossible to happen at all.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran overturned this assumption, turned on his mobile phone, and checked whether he had chatted with the little girl afterwards.

I saw that the WeChat chat records were still stuck on the words I sent in the afternoon, and the little girl did not reply.

Wen Yuran opened the call log again, and the last call log clearly stated——

At 01:13 in the morning, I made a phone call to "Little Girl Film".

The call lasts 15 minutes.

One o'clock?

Why did I call the little girl?Still playing for so long?

what happened?

One kind popped up in my mind, I thought about it carefully, and then overturned them one by one.

In the end, no valid conclusion could be drawn.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Go ask the little girl when she wakes up.

Putting aside his doubts for now, Wen Yuran called his assistant first, arranged the morning affairs in detail, and then said that he would not go to the company in the morning.

Then, she washed and tidied up, then went to the kitchen, found something to eat from the refrigerator, warmed it up, and settled for breakfast casually.

Is the little girl up yet?

Wen Yuran was a little worried, so he walked back to the bedroom unconsciously.

She stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while, thinking about what attitude to face the little girl, what expression to show later, what to say, and what kind of reaction the little girl would have.

But after thinking about it for a while, I didn't come to a conclusion.

Finally, Wen Yuran took a deep breath, gave up the endless hesitation and thinking, and slowly opened the door.The movements were very light, as if afraid of alarming something.

The gap in the door was enlarged a little bit, revealing the whole picture of the bedroom.

I saw that the little girl was already awake, sitting quietly on the bed, the skin on her face was pale, the quilt was firmly placed on her body, her eyes were drooping, and she looked lifeless.

"...Good morning." Wen Yuran felt a little embarrassed, but still bit the bullet and opened his mouth after deliberation.

"Good morning."

The little girl's voice was fluttering, weak and tired, her head was low and her cheeks were so white and transparent that there was no trace of blood.

It seems very tired.

Looking at the little girl's appearance, Wen Yuran unconsciously felt a bit of guilt.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a trace of loss.

How could I forget this kind of memory?