Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 816 Born For You (5)

From the forehead to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, to the jaw, large areas of skin were all covered with burn marks, which spread all the way down to the neck.

His ears are also slightly distorted, like the bottom of plastic that has been burned by fire, curling and deforming.

The plot on the computer was frozen again, his deep eyes were quietly watching it, and his fingers were slowly retracted.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of passing cars outside could be heard clearly.

On the 1.2-meter single bed, the quilt was neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.

The wardrobe on the side is also old, with a faint yellow color.

The man sat in front of the computer for a while, then lowered his eyes and stood up.

He didn't eat for a day, which made his mind dizzy, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.

He was tall, but thin, with long and white arms, clean fingers, and a refreshing soap locust fragrance on his body.

He clutched his stomach, hunger made his stomach throbbing again, like a bundle of ropes, tightly twisted together.

The pain first surged slowly like fine water, and then broke out like a violent storm.

When the stomach throbbed violently, the man bent his waist slightly physiologically, and curled his fingers into fists.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and did not make a sound. In the dim room, he could only see his beautifully curved jaw line, which was as perfect as a work of art made by God himself.

He wore slippers and walked out slowly.

He took a glass of cold water in the dark living room and finished it.

This seems to be a behavior he has become accustomed to. Even if the lights in the living room are not turned on, he can still find the water dispenser calmly.

After drinking a glass of cold water, there was finally something in my stomach.

Although, it is cold.

The stomach pain was only slightly relieved, but it didn't help.

Because after drinking the cold one, after a while, the stomach pain will come back again, oppressing his turbid nerves again.

Open the refrigerator, the refrigerator is cold, but there are no ingredients left.

All that was left was a bunch of wilted green onions, a tomato with a rotten surface, and the last bit of dried noodles.

This is far from enough for a grown man.

He glanced at it, then took out the rest, opened the pot, and cooked the noodles.

When the lights were turned on, the entire small apartment was fully visible.

The man lives alone. Although the apartment is small, everything is neatly packed and extremely simple.

Wearing slippers, he boiled water and put ingredients in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

Even though his stomach hurts badly, his face is still expressionless, as if he has been numb.

Water was boiling in the small pot, and the water was gurgling and quickly boiled.

Hot steam came out of the pot and enveloped the man's fair face, as if he couldn't see everything clearly. He was like an angel descended from the sky, so pure and unbelievably pure.

His eyelashes are long, thick and slender, and his eyes are as deep as black gemstones, extremely quiet.

The noodles in the pot softened quickly, floating on the surface of the water, frothing.

He stared at the surface of the water, as if looking at whether it was familiar, but in fact, he seemed to be in a daze.

Stand still, like a wooden man.

In the living room, the hour hand stopped at the seven mark.

(End of this chapter)