Sha Qing

Chapter 133: Love Hate Nirvana

Killing the unconscious on the 25th day.

Leo returned to his apartment on East 86th Street in Manhattan.

There was no case, no call, no meetings in a hurry, and his tense nerves slackened suddenly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

But he was not idle for a moment. Make liquid food for the unconscious man in bed, feed with nasal feeding tube, infusion of nutrients, deal with drowning, wash appliances, turn over massage, bath and change clothes, and spend the rest of the day talking with him, busy all day.

At night, they slept in the same bed.

Leo carefully raised the back of the killer's head to rest him on his shoulder, and the hand rested on his chest. Leo's originally strong muscles had become a bit soft because of bedridden for a long time, and Leo touched and distressed.

In the dark, he lowered his head and sniffed the smell of the fresh lemon shampoo on the killing head, always hoping that he would not open his eyes in the next second. For this month, hope and disappointment seemed to be staggered in his heart, but he believed he had enough nerves and enough patience. Because the other party is killing.

"The suspension is just a stopgap measure," he explained earnestly to the indifferent killings. "I made two plans. If you are not awake within a year, I will resign to take care of you forever. If you wake up ... no no, don't The kind of smirk in my head, I won't put you in jail again ... I'll think of a perfect solution. "

"Don't laugh, don't you believe me? Forget it, there will always be a proof."

Leo was holding the killer in his arms, like a drowning man finally down to earth, relaxed and sleepy rolled gently. "Can you have a good night kiss?" He whispered.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head, covered his cold and soft lips, slowly licked the kiss, and then easily pried open the sleeping teeth to stir the quiet tongue.

Even the unresponsive kiss made him reluctant to leave the other person's lips for a long time.

After a moment, his breathing became quicker, a wet kiss fell on the killer clavicle, and his voice asked dumbly, "Can you have a shot?"

"Well, don't hit me, I know it's at stake."

He kissed the hair that kissed Qing Qing's forehead again and said softly, "Good night, baby."

Kill the coma on the 40th day.

Leo was fighting a carrot with a knife at the cooking table, and the door to the apartment was opened from the outside. A tall woman walked in against the light and stepping on high heels.

She was wearing a set of pure white women's panties, which appeared to be more slender and leggy, with a black tube top underneath the crossed front. A light white golden long straight hair, fixed on the top of the head with its own strands, tied into a straight long smooth ponytail. Her facial features are deep and beautiful, and she is a standard Caucasian appearance. There is no jewelry makeup on the whole body, but she is full of confident, sophisticated, and **** mature woman charm.

Leo's knife fell on the countertop and made a crisp sound.

The woman walked straight in front of him, and a bright smile arose from the corner of her mouth: "Hello, little handsome, when do you want to hide from me?"

Leo stepped back a half step and greeted dryly: "... Jasmine."

"I think you owe me, many, many, explain." Jasmine grabbed the knife on the cooking table and chopped it hard without looking. The carrot clicked and it was broken into two pieces. Every time she said a word, her hand waved up and down. After one sentence, the radish block became diced radish.