Death Spell

Chapter 41

The powerless Anya put her whole body on Tang Song's body, which shocked Tang Song, and her subconscious reaction was: Anya was ill again.

Supporting Anya, he forcefully dragged her into the room, "Hold on, I have ice cubes at home."

Tang Song first put Anya on the sofa, and when he closed the door, he looked at the mutilated wooden sword on the ground, his brows frowned, and hurried to the bathroom without thinking too much, there was still steam in it from the shower she had just taken. Turn the cold water on in the bathtub wide open.He took out ice cubes from the Tang's ice maker made by Tang Qing. When he didn't expect this thing to be useful at home, he thought about pouring all the ice cubes into the bathtub.

Tang Song, who was ready, returned to the living room and stared fixedly at this figure who usually pays attention to her image and is now a little embarrassed. She didn't know what the woman in front of her had experienced, but she also knew that she must have met those to be like this.Sighing lightly, he rolled up his sleeves and leaned over to help her up, but he didn't expect the woman in his arms to be... so light.

The shirt that has been soaked in sweat feels like touching Anya's skin when pinched casually, and it feels as soft as boneless when nestled in the hand.

"Anya, hold on first, you'll be in the ice water soon." He lifted Anya up and put her hands on his shoulders, but no matter how lightly Anya was, Tang and Song couldn't easily put her in the water. its hug up.The two seemed to be hugging each other and dancing, they could only move her into the bedroom a little bit, and then into the bathroom.

After stumbling, she finally put Anya in the bathtub, but when Anya's body just lay in the icy water, the pain on her face seemed to ease a lot in an instant.

Tang and Song saw everything in their eyes, what is wrong with this?

The coolness seemed to seep into Anya's skin little by little. The coat had tightly wrapped her curves, but sweat was dripping on her forehead. Tang Song looked at it and seemed to remember something, and turned to the kitchen to pour a large glass of water.

Tang Song, who returned to the bathroom with the water, found that Anya had woken up, lying in the bathtub, as if she was exhausted, with steam in her eyes, looking at her.

"How is it? Is it better?" Tang Song asked as he handed over the water.

After An Ya took the water and drank it, she smiled and said, "With such a caring Forensic Doctor Tang, I'm naturally much better."

Tang Song raised his eyebrows and ignored the woman who was still in the mood to joke, glanced at her, and reached out to caress Anya's forehead. The biting coldness made Tang Song withdraw his hand.

How can this be the coolness that ordinary people have! ?

"What are you doing in Guangde at night? Are there any things you want to catch?" Tang Song asked with raised eyebrows, and put the cup on the sink.

Anya collected Tang Song's expressions, pursed the corners of her pretty lips and said, "Are you looking for me because you are worried that I will be taken away by those things?"

Tang Song squinted at her, but didn't speak.

You shouldn't have opened the door to this woman just now!

"I was looking for your friend's body, but unfortunately I went late and couldn't find it, sorry." On this matter, Anya didn't want to hide Tang Song anymore.

If this is their purpose, Tang and Song will have to face it sooner or later.

Hearing this, Tang Song's expression became complicated, and he asked in confusion, "You mean, Xiao Ze's?"

Anya nodded: "I didn't tell you on the rooftop because I don't know where he is. But it can be said that he is not dead in a sense, but he is not really alive. Do you understand?"

Seeing Tang Song's silence, Anya continued: "There are many things in this world that science and medicine can't explain. I know it's hard for you to accept, but...there are..."

Before Anya could think about what to say next, she heard Tang Song's voice.

"Is it really a zombie? Shinozawa, did you become a zombie too?"

Anya looked at Tang Song with sullen eyebrows, then nodded slightly: "I'm sorry, if I had appeared earlier, perhaps this incident would not have happened."

Tang Song lowered his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and then looked up at Anya, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "You said that everything is fate, didn't you? Why go against yourself to comfort me?"

Anya: "..."

"Since it is already a fact, I can only accept this result. If Xiao Ze is really not dead in a certain sense as you said, I believe he will come to me." Tang Song's voice was very light, as if everything was wrong. It looked the same.

But all this is another feeling in Anya's eyes, is it really acceptable?

"I'll get you a new set of clothes that can be changed. They are all brand new. When you feel better, you can change them first. You must not be able to wear the current set." Tang Song turned and left.

Looking at the leaving figure, Anya lowered her eyes.

Until Tang and Song put those clothes aside, the two just looked at each other without speaking.After a while, Tang Song said: "You are still in good health?"

Anya blinked her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled up: "It's alright, but are you going to stand here and watch me change clothes? Or... you want to watch me take a shower?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Song turned around and left the bathroom immediately. Looking at the back, Anya smiled.

Standing up straight from the bathtub, water drops dripped from the shirt into the bathtub, raised her hand to unbutton the shirt that was already tight, held up the necklace, and looked at the red color inside, Anya was a little lost in thought.

After bathing, Anya wore comfortable home clothes, dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom. She saw Tang Song sitting on a chair and flipping through books.I didn't notice it just now, but now I realized that Tang Song was only wearing a pair of hot pants, and his slender and straight legs overlapped and overlapped, but the arc was too delicate.Anya's eyes slid towards her, and the corners of her eyes were dizzy with a slight smile: "My mobile phone is broken, can you lend me my mobile phone, I will ask Uncle Wang to pick me up."

Tang Song sat on a chair and looked up at her.

Anya's delicate face, wet hair, pale eyes, thin and narrow shoulders, and a body wrapped in clothes all fell into Tang Song's eyes.

Looking at the time, Tang Song joked: "It's getting late, and there will be thunderstorms tonight, so you still have to ask the old man to come pick you up?"

Anya: "..."

"If you don't mind, you can live here and go back tomorrow." Tang Song closed the book and put it aside, and got up and said.

Anya turned around and looked at the small bed, then looked up at Tang Song, without saying a word.

Tang Song thought that Anya thought the bed was too small. After all, the house was not big, so she couldn't fit a big bed, so she went to the closet and took out a pillow, put a new pillowcase on it, and said, "Ah Qing lives at a classmate's house today. You can sleep in her room, but she doesn't like others to touch her things, so I can only squeeze you and me together."

Wronged?

How can I be wronged! ?

Anya seemed to have not recovered from Tang Song's words, and after a while she said with a stiff voice, "No."

"That's good." Tang Song put the pillow away and took out another blanket, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Anya's eyes focused on her, watching the woman's every move, the more gentle and considerate she was, it was like a blunt knife cutting through Anya's heart.This kind of tenderness and thoughtfulness is like a treasure that has been lost and found. It can only be watched quietly, but cannot be touched, hugged, or possessed.

After all, for her, she has nothing but endless time.

So... No matter what, you can't lose her again.

Absolutely not!

Tang Song turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the light in the room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, and said, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

"I can do it." Anya replied, looking at her delicate face reflected in the warm light.

"Then I choose to sleep inside." After speaking, Tang Song sat on the bed with his legs bent, lying on his side, and covered his body with a blanket.

The corners of Anya's eyes twitched, and she said meaningfully: "I heard that people who like to sleep inside are timid, and you are still a forensic doctor... you can't tell." She also sat on the edge of the bed.

Tang Song was a little embarrassed immediately, and argued: "Where? I saw you drank so much water, and I was afraid that you would affect my sleep when you woke up at night! Besides, I don't believe in those things at all, how could I be afraid?"

"Worried about me getting up at night?" Anya lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "I heard from Uncle Wang that women are afraid of thunder. There will be thunderstorms tonight, are you also afraid?"

Tang Song: "..."

The smile in Anya's eyes became stronger, she lay down on her side, and turned off the light.

The two of them lay on the small bed and started chatting casually.

"Going to Miss Le's house tomorrow?" Tang Song asked while lying flat, turning his head to Anya.

"Well, just to see what's going on with her. When will you go to work?" Anya was also lying on her back, turning her head to look at Tang Song.

In a dark room, only the silhouettes of each other can be seen.

"I can go back at any time, because Xiao Ze's mother is ill, and I don't know when she will recover, so I took a month's vacation. I thought I would cancel the vacation tomorrow, but it seems that I don't need it." Tang Song The voice became weaker and weaker, she was really tired.

Feeling that, Anya slowed down the speed of the topic, slowed down, watched the woman beside her occasionally respond, and then fell into a coma again, narrowing her beautiful eyes slightly.

A yellow light flashed outside the window, followed by rumbling thunder, and the woman beside her felt a slight shock, which was a physiological reaction.

Anya saw everything in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a beautiful and gentle smile.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, you are so afraid of thunder and drinking medicine, but your character is... always so stubborn, if you really obeyed that sentence, your nature is hard to change.

Just thinking of Anya stretching out her hand, wrapping the sleeping Tang Song into her arms, and looking at her silently with sullen eyebrows.Only at this time can she have her short moment without burden.

Smelling the faint fragrance on the woman's body, feeling the blood flow brought by her every heartbeat...

from head to foot.

Anya let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

The breaths of the two are entangled with each other, entangled in the rainy night.

The night passed, and there was silence outside the window.The air was filled with fresh water vapor, and the sunlight became thin and transparent, covering Tang and Song's bedroom with warmth.

Tang Song frowned. It seemed that she hadn't slept so peacefully in a thunderstorm for a long time. The whole person was lazy and didn't think about it. After struggling back and forth for a long time, she finally woke up a little bit.

Opening her eyes, what she saw was an extremely elegant and beautiful face, her pupils dilated instantly, and she, who was used to sleeping alone, completely forgot the existence of Anya.

Pursing her lips and looking at her steadily, she saw that the woman's short hair was casually scattered between her eyebrows, such casualness exuded seductive temptation in the morning light.Anya's breath was even and long, spraying on the tip of Tang Song's nose at such a close distance.

Tang Song moved casually, but found himself pillowed on Anya's arm!

what happened?

And Anya's arms wrapped around her so naturally, making Tang Song freeze in Anya's arms.

"You're awake, did you sleep well?" The woman's beautiful eyes slowly opened, with a bit of laziness in them.

She hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

Anya didn't even remember the year when she slept last time.

For some reason, watching Anya wake up, Tang Song couldn't say a word, but just stared at her.

Feeling the strangeness of the woman in her arms, Anya naturally let go of her hand, stretched her waist and said, "Get up, Wen Yao doesn't like people being late." As she spoke, she propped herself up, got off the bed, and casually brushed her short hair covering her eyes, A very natural movement, but in the eyes of Tang and Song Dynasties, it is different.

Tang Song: "..."