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Song Ling was taken aback, and saw the wet clothes she had taken off next to the bathtub, and then remembered that she dragged someone in just now, but forgot to change her clothes.

"I'll get it." Song Ling smiled slightly, then turned and walked to the room to get the clothes.

Shen Zhao's things are all in the hotel, and he hasn't brought them back yet.

Song Ling took a set of her pajamas and sent them to the bathroom.

"Put on mine first." Song Ling put the clothes on the shelf next to her and said calmly.

She glanced at the person sitting in the bathtub and wanted to say something, but finally she pouted her lips and said softly: "Don't soak for too long, be careful not to catch a cold."

Shen Zhao curled up on the edge of the bathtub, lowered his eyes and did not respond to her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Ling turned and left the bathroom in silence.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Zhao got dressed and came out of the bathroom. She looked down at the silk pajamas on her body. It was Song Ling's clothes, and there was still Song Ling's aura on it, the same as before.

She raised her eyes to look around the room and found someone standing on the balcony.

The dim light from the balcony was reflected, casting a layer of soft yellow on her body.If there were no such things, what would she be like now? The harmony and gentleness at that time seemed to be something that had already happened in her previous life, and she almost couldn't remember it.

Song Ling turned around, her eyes just met the person next to the door in the room, they looked at each other from a distance, but they were speechless.

After a moment of silence, Song Ling opened the glass door and walked in. The wind made her have a splitting headache, and said softly, "I made porridge, I'll get it." After speaking, she opened the door and went out.

Shen Zhao looked at the big bed in front of him. For the past few days, they stayed in the same room and slept on the same bed, as if they had returned to the past.

One bed is on the innermost side and the other is on the outermost side. The moment when the well water does not interfere with the river water, and the moment when they are silent is also the moment when there is nothing wrong with each other.

Song Ling came in with some porridge, and saw Shen Zhao standing in front of the bed. She stopped at the door for a while, stared at her profile, and went in and said softly, "Drink some porridge, your stomach is too weak... ..."

"I don't want to drink." Shen Zhao directly interrupted her.

Song Ling walked over with the bowl in her hand, stood opposite Shen Zhao, and looked down at her long eyelashes. She was very thin, and under her fair eyelids, you could vaguely see the blue and purple blood vessels. The whole face was weak and unhealthy. Looks haggard.

"You have always been very sensible, so you want to hurt yourself just to hate me?" Song Ling asked.

Shen Zhao raised his head, frowned slightly and said, "I can't drink it."

Song Ling took her to sit down and said, "If you can't drink it, you have to drink it. You can't just rely on infusion."

"Open your mouth." Song Ling held the bowl and fed her herself.

Shen Zhao is indifferent, such a gesture is too close, so what?

Shen Zhao snatched the bowl from her hand, "I'll eat it myself."

So, Song Ling sat by the bed and watched her drink more than half a bowl of porridge in one gulp, and finally she couldn't eat any more, so she left some.

"Don't eat?" Song Ling asked her.

Shen Zhao: "I can't eat anymore."

"If you can't finish it, don't eat it, take your time." She took her bowl, got up and sent it downstairs.

After washing, the two of them slept together on the same bed.Shen Zhao was next to the bed, with his back to the person behind her, Song Ling was sleeping beside her, the room was dark, only the faint light from outside came in through the window and fell on her body, glowing softly. white.Song Ling looked at her thin shoulders and wanted to embrace her, but she didn't have the courage to take a step forward.

"Azhao..." Song Ling called her softly.

No one responded to her in the silent room, but Song Ling knew that she was not asleep, so she said calmly: "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't do it."

Shen Zhao: "You are the one who has the vested interest in this matter, isn't it all designed by you?"

Song Ling said silently that in her heart, she was no longer worthy of her trust, no matter what she said, she would never trust her again.

Her head was so dizzy, Song Ling closed her eyes lightly, feeling so weak that she couldn't exert any strength.

She slowly opened her lips and said, "I didn't, Ah Zhao..."

Her weak voice came softly, Shen Zhao noticed it, it was hoarse and exhausted, and after not hearing her voice for a while, Shen Zhao slowly turned his body to face the person beside him.

Song Ling closed her eyes tightly, her consciousness drifted, dragged her semi-wet body outside and blew the cold wind outside for a long time, her body was scalding hot now, she had a faint fever, and she had no strength at all.

Shen Zhao was lying beside her, not aware of it.

She stared lightly at Song Ling's eyebrows and eyes, the dim light shone in the room, she looked at the sleeping person, with a familiar face, her expression was in a trance.

"Azhao..."

A murmur suddenly came from the silent room. Shen Zhao put his heart into his throat anxiously, subconsciously held his breath, raised his eyes to look at her, and only then realized that Song Ling was saying something when there was no movement. daydream.

She turned the quilt around her waist, revealing a large piece of skin at the neckline.

Although in the room, but at the moment it was cold, Shen Zhao hesitated for a long time and finally stretched out his hand to pull the quilt for her, the movement was very light, for fear that the person in front of him would open his eyes and let her find out that he cared about her.

Fingertips accidentally touched her arm, and Shen Zhao was stunned by the sticky warmth. She raised her eyes to see Song Ling's face, the room was dim and she couldn't see clearly.

she's sweating...

Shen Zhao could vaguely hear the heavy panting in his ears, felt that something was wrong with her, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out to wipe the temperature of her forehead, just as his fingers touched her forehead, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, Shen Zhao was startled Jumping, she was about to withdraw her hand, but Song Ling held her tightly, her voice was soft, "You still care about me, don't you?"

Song Ling set her up, Shen Zhao was anxious, clenched his fists and struggled, "Let go!"

Song Ling didn't let go, but instead pulled her into her arms. She rested her chin on her forehead and said softly, "Ah Zhao, don't push me away, I'm very sad..."

Shen Zhao felt the hot breath she exhaled when she spoke, and then realized that Song Ling really had a fever.

She was stunned for a moment, forgot to struggle for a moment, looked up at her, pursed her lips and said, "You have a fever."

Song Ling's consciousness was lax, she didn't have any thoughts, her only thought was to hug the person in her arms tightly, she was afraid that her Ah Zhao would leave, she was afraid that she would be like four years ago, without any news or clues, just like that. Disappeared from her life without warning.

At this moment, knowing that she cared about her was enough.

"Don't leave me, Ah Zhao..." Song Ling's voice was choked with tears, and tears flowed slowly down the end of his eyes. Shen Zhao felt the moisture on his forehead, and was taken aback.

Maybe she has never let go of it. She has been greedy for this embrace countless times. She regards her as the only support in her life. She would be so hurt later on.

Pulling back his thoughts, Shen Zhao let go of his clenched fist in a daze, feeling that Song Ling's whole body was burning hot, and if the burning continued like this, something might happen.

Shen Zhao looked up at her and said, "Get up, you are going to the hospital."

Hearing her voice, Song Ling slowly opened her eyelids, revealing a gap, trying to pull a smile, a tear was opened on her lips, and the salty taste spread into her mouth, Song Ling asked her softly: " Will you forgive me if I don't go?"

Shen Zhao struggled to sit up. In the dark room, she sat on the bed and looked at Song Ling, gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "Are you threatening me?"

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing, just lying there, looking up at the people beside her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Zhao thought she was tacitly acquiescing, and immediately aroused the anger in her heart. She said angrily, "Song Ling, listen carefully, you can die if you want to, don't scare anyone."

After finishing speaking, Shen Zhao ignored her, turned around and was about to get out of bed and leave.

Opening the door of the room and going out, there was light at the stairs, but the lights were not turned off. She looked up at the sky outside the window, but it was so dark that she couldn't see clearly at all. Then she looked at the clock on the wall, and it was already 03:30 in the early morning.

The people in the room did not move, Shen Zhao stood on the stairs and waited for more than ten minutes but no one came out of the room. The time in the middle of the night seemed extremely long, but ten minutes seemed like a long time.

In the end, it was Shen Zhao who compromised. She was afraid that Song Ling would burn out and faint in the room again.

So there was no way, Shen Zhao turned around and went back to the room, just as he opened the door, he saw the person inside already dressed and standing at the door.

Shen Zhao froze for a moment, raised his eyes to meet hers.

At this moment, the light was bright, and Shen Zhao could clearly see Song Ling's face, which was burning red, the hair on his forehead was sticking wetly to his sideburns, looking very weak, and his lips were dry and chapped with a trace of blood.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her standing in front of the door, and suddenly smiled, and said, "I'm going to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, Shen Zhao saw her carrying her bag downstairs, she stood behind her at the stairs, hesitated for a while and asked her, "Did you call Ji Mingshu?"

Song Ling panted lightly, her nasal cavity was on fire, and she said softly, "It's too late, she is with Lin Manman tonight."

Even if it is a personal assistant, at three o'clock in the night, and he is with his girlfriend, he can't call him over inhumanely.

Song Ling said softly, "I'll drive by myself."

How can I drive with such a fever that I have no strength to speak?

Shen Zhaoming knew that he shouldn't care about her. Whether she burned to death or crashed a car, it should have nothing to do with her, but sometimes, the body was as early as a moment, one step faster than the brain, and she walked over and took the car from her hand Key, walked in front, without looking back, and said coldly: "I'll take you there."

Song Ling stood there blankly, watching the figure in front of her walk all the way to the downstairs door, and then slowly pursed her lips and smiled.

She strolled downstairs and followed behind Shen Zhao.The car stopped at the gate of the yard, Shen Zhao sat in the driver's cab, and Song Ling sat in the co-pilot.

Shen Zhao seldom drives. Her driver's license was taken when she graduated from high school. After getting her driver's license, she didn't drive it a few times, and she never had a chance to drive.

Although the skills are a little rusty, but fortunately Song Ling's car is a luxury car, and it drives very smoothly. In addition, at three o'clock in the morning, there are almost no people on the road, so the road is smooth.

Near the traffic light at the hospital, Shen Zhao slammed on the brakes and suddenly turned off the engine after failing to catch up with the green light.

Shen Zhao restarted the car, the cabin was very quiet, only the sound of the engine.The dim street light came in from the car window and fell on the two of them. They were silent to each other, but they seemed to have their own thoughts.

The red light was very long, more than a minute.

Song Ling sat there with downcast eyes, and suddenly said: "Azhao, if you really want to die, you will forgive me. I am willing to give you this life."