my husband is a killer

Chapter 426 Recalling 14
No one spoke, he was still holding one of her hands, and the feeling of holding both hands at this moment was extremely clear, his hotness, her coolness, the familiar and nostalgic feeling, the days when we held hands and relied on each other, The day he would never push her frightened away—

She suddenly pulled her hand out of his palm, and said in a low voice in the dark:
"I'll go back by myself, I don't want you to send it."

The stubborn tone concealed helplessness and despair, and he recognized it immediately.

The sound of her light footsteps had already groped her way downstairs. He was silent, and finally gritted his teeth and let go:
"Okay, just this once, leave immediately tomorrow morning!"

He took her in a desperate situation, but his reluctance was already written on his face, and he almost didn't look at her directly, only pointing to the bathroom:

"bath."

He didn't look up when she came out wearing his shirt loosely, and pointed to the only bedroom:
"sleep."

She wriggled her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she just walked in silently. Just after entering, he had come over and slammed the door shut, completely cutting off the connection between the two.

But how can it be blocked, she is wearing his clothes, sitting on his bed, hugging his quilt, surrounded by his smell, the vague but reassuring smell in her memory seems to be the same as the feeling in front of her After overlapping, hands and feet finally gradually warmed up, and only then did they feel extremely tired, fell down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was peaceful, but it was not very long, and I woke up in the middle of the night, after all, I had something on my mind.She has always been afraid of the dark, but she is not afraid in this strange place.A little light came in from the window, it was the faint moonlight like silk, I don't know what time it is, there is no movement outside, no movement anywhere, it seems that the whole world has slept peacefully.

She tossed and turned a few times in the bed. After resting, her mind was full of disturbing things. look out.

The furniture and furnishings were all shrunk into black silhouettes, squeezed cramped into the small living room, the shadow of someone lying on the sofa, and the calm and regular breath rising and falling in the quiet night air.

Holding her breath, she walked over with light steps like a cat, and finally stopped in front of him, staring at him so closely.

He was too tall, so he couldn't lie down on the sofa at all, so he had to curl up like a big shrimp. She thought the comparison was funny, so she laughed silently. She bent down and gently pushed the blanket that had slipped halfway to him. Cover yourself.

He bent down and got a better look, and suddenly saw that the wound on his shoulder that hadn't fully healed was the trace left by the bullet - she fired it!

A breath was suddenly choked in his throat, the black scar seemed to be gouged into his eyes, and he suddenly remembered that day, after the howling bullets, his shocked and distressed eyes, but he still didn't say a word, carrying the villain's back. The notoriety has been blamed by her all - she just felt that breath pouring back into her chest, and her heart seemed to burst!
(End of this chapter)