Every world I die young

But Song Changyi kept his head down, so Mo Yinglan didn't notice that there was something wrong with his eyes. Of course, even if he found out, he would choose to pretend to be blind.

Mo Yinglan said: "Senior, you actually stay by my bedside, so you are not so indifferent on the surface, senior? That's great."

Song Changyi said: "Since you know that I am indifferent, why are you so enthusiastic about me?"

Mo Yinglan said a little confused: "Ah, this, maybe it's because we are companions."

It's the same as saying nothing, Song Changyi pouted, forget it, Mo Yinglan loves to think whatever she wants.

"Oh." Mo Yinglan exclaimed suddenly, "Senior, why don't you wear shoes, the ground is so cold, why don't you know how to take care of your body!"

His tone was urgent and serious, Song Changyi said calmly: "It's nothing, I just forgot it for a while."

But Mo Yinglan was moved and said: "Senior, you are so kind to me. I misunderstood you before. I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Song Changyi's subsequent explanation was hoarse. He actually just forgot. After all, during those years in the research institute, he was a test subject and had no human rights at all.

When he first came back, Song Changyi was sleeping at home. If the housekeeper hadn't reminded him, he almost forgot to change into his pajamas and ran out. He just forgot to put on his shoes just now.

Besides, although the floor was cold, it was far less cold than the various robotic arms in the institute. He was thinking about other things, so he subconsciously forgot about this problem.

Mo Yinglan got off the bed in a hurry, grabbed a pair of slippers under the bed, squatted on the ground and grabbed Song Changyi's ankle.

Song Changyi's pupils shrank sharply, his calf muscles tensed, and he kicked out on a conditioned reflex. Unprepared, Mo Yinglan was directly kicked to the ground by him.

"Hmm." Mo Yinglan snorted, and Song Changyi immediately realized that this place is no longer a research institute to be slaughtered by others, and he doesn't have to fight against those crazy researchers all the time.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Yinglan covered her chest, the first sentence was not to reprimand him, but to care about what happened to him.

Song Changyi's lips were tight, and he looked down deeply at Mo Yinglan who was curled up on the edge of the table. His eyes were flickering, his body tensed up, and he didn't relax at all.

He stood there silently, feeling a sense of guilt in his heart, but he would not comfort others, he just stood there stiffly.

Mo Yinglan got up from the ground and patted the dust on his clothes. He said anxiously, "Senior, did I offend you just now? Don't be angry. I just forgot when I was in a hurry."

Song Changyi looked at him silently, Mo Yinglan looked anxious, and his eyes were full of worry and regret.

His expressionless silhouette was reflected in his brown eyes, and Song Changyi felt his cold heart suddenly beat slightly.

"You...don't need to apologize."

Song Changyi's tone was a little hard and numb, as if he hadn't said that for a long time, and he had forgotten what tone to use to say it.

"I'm not used to being touched by others." Song Changyi said firmly.

Mo Yinglan patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's fine, that's fine, hey, no, I understand, senior, I will definitely pay attention in the future."