攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Love Sister Madness

　　Cheng Ji's face turned pale and he whispered for a long time: "Are you finally willing to pay attention to me?"

　　Jiang Fei pursed his lips and said nothing.

　　Cheng Ji's Adam's apple rolled and he forced a smile: "Some time ago, I learned tofu fish, do you want..."

　　"Cheng Ji!" Jiang Fei interrupted him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed, "You were right just now. Seeing you hurt, seeing you in pain, makes me so happy. Now you Can you let me go..."

　　After speaking, her figure swayed and her face suddenly turned pale.

　　Cheng Ji hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

　　Jiang Fei struggled to avoid his hand, but his face became paler, and the next second he fell weakly into Cheng Ji's arms.

　　Cheng Ji's face turned pale when his wound was touched, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, but he remained silent. He looked at the woman in his arms. She who had told him with a smile some time ago that "smoking is bad for your health" was now so weak that it made people feel distressed.

　　Finally, he endured the pain on his body, carried her on his back, and whispered: "Jiang Fei, go home."

　　This time it was Jiang Fei and him who "went home".

　　…

　　It was already early the next morning when Jiang Fei woke up.

　　I just wanted to pretend to be dizzy last night, but I didn't expect that I actually fell asleep while rocking on Cheng Ji's back.

　　Jiang Fei frowned as his hands felt numb and itchy. When he opened his eyes, he found Cheng Ji lying beside the bed. His hair was messy, his face was bruised and swollen, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was holding her hand tightly. , did not relax at all.

　　And the favorability level above his head has reached 85.

　　Jiang Fei thought for a moment and withdrew his hand.

　　Cheng Ji woke up almost instantly and looked up at her nervously: "How are you?"

　　Jiang Fei lowered his eyes, did not look at him, and did not speak.

　　The emotions in Cheng Ji's eyes were stagnant. After a while, he stood up and walked out with some staggering steps. When he came back, he was holding a thermos box in his hand, which contained milky white fish soup. The tofu was fresh and tender, and was still steaming. White smoke.

　　"Jiang Fei..."

　　Jiang Fei turned his head, neither looking at him nor speaking.

　　Cheng Ji froze, tightened his grip on the thermos box, put the things down for a long time, turned around and walked out.

　　Jiang Fei didn't know where he went, but he didn't show up all day long.

　　In the evening, there was a sound of opening the door. Cheng Ji stayed outside for a while before walking into her room and looking at her quietly.

　　The thermos box beside the table remained untouched. Jiang Fei sat silently on the bed, looking out the window without saying a word.

　　Cheng Ji pursed her lips. Her left hand that picked up the thermos box was trembling a little. She controlled her left hand with her right hand before she managed to calm down and staggered out.

　　Half an hour later, he came in again carrying a dinner plate: "Jiang Fei, I'm back for dinner."

　　Jiang Fei still ignored it.

　　Cheng Ji was silent for two seconds, then slowly walked to the other side of the bed and stood in front of her: "Jiang Fei, look."

　　Jiang Fei's eyes glazed over, and he looked at him for a long time.

　　Cheng Ji's injuries were more serious. There was blood on the corner of his lip, a few bruises on his cheeks, and a few scars on the side of his neck, but he still pulled his lips and smiled at her.

　　Meeting her gaze, Cheng Ji smiled more cheerfully and placed the dinner on the plate in front of her.

　　Jiang Fei lowered his head and said, "I'll eat it myself."

　　Cheng Ji's smile froze, and after being silent for a while, he turned around and walked out quietly.

　　After that day, Cheng Ji would go out every day during the day and come back on time in the evening to stay in Jiang Fei's room for a while, even just to take a look at her or let her take a look.

　　The injuries on his body never got better, and even got worse.

　　Until one day, Cheng Ji still walked out.

　　He didn't go anywhere else, just to the underground club he frequented.

　　——A place filled with bloody violence.

　　When Cheng Ji entered the scene, everyone was looking at him, either surprised or frightened.

　　Everyone knows that even if this is a black game with no rules, you have to rest for at least half a month to play a game. But in the past ten days, Cheng Ji came almost every day and played again and again.

　　In the past, he had not failed many times, but during this period, after the fight, he even fought back very rarely.

　　Cheng Ji turned a blind eye to other people's gazes, but he just quietly limped to his resting place and prepared to play.

　　The bell rang, and everyone withdrew their strange gazes and began to fall into a strange frenzy.

　　There were shouts, screams, and whistles.

　　Cheng Ji staggered onto the stage.

　　The opponent is Wu Qing, who has recovered from his injuries.

　　Cheng Ji didn't say a word in response to his opponent's provocation. At first, he would rely on instinctive movements to defend, but later on, he didn't even bother to defend.

　　His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, his vision was flickering, and his whole body was in severe pain. He could even feel warm blood sliding down his forehead and into his eyes, and everything in front of him was covered with a layer of red.

　　I was knocked down again and again, but I stood up again and again.

　　The shouts around him went crazy again.

　　Until the bell rang to stop the competition, Cheng Ji fell on the stage, looking at the dazzling lights above his head, his breath smelling of rust.

　　After a while, he staggered to his feet, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and returned to the resting area.

　　Xu Chuan, who had a good relationship with him, was sitting there frowning, holding a cigarette in his hand, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him.

　　Cheng Ji glanced at the cigarette butts and remained silent.

　　Xu Chuan will hand him a cigarette.

　　Cheng Ji didn't speak or accept it. He just stared at the cigarette. Suddenly he thought of something, pulled his lips and smiled, half-leaning on the rest chair.

　　Until the competition preparation bell rang again, Cheng Ji stood up.

　　Xu Chuan hurriedly stood up: "Aji, if you keep fighting like this, you will die." He stopped him and said, "Stop fighting."