"I can't afford it."
Jin Weimo frowned coldly.
Yan Xiangnuan immediately sensed a hint of danger and immediately tightened his grip on the quilt: "Jin Weimo, let me tell you, I'm used to sleeping naked.
I'm naked and not wearing any clothes under the quilt.
You have the ability to lift my quilt."
Try to be careful and I will sue you for indecent assault.”
For a person who planned to stay in bed, having the quilt lifted off in this cold weather was simply torture, so Yan Xiangnuan deceived and threatened Jin Weimo.
Jin Weimo's movement of reaching out was stiff.
Wearing a straight green military uniform, he stood silently beside the bed.
There was a hint of forbearance and hesitation on his face.
He looked quite human, except for a few drops of cold sweat hanging on his forehead.
Why?
Looks a little embarrassed.
Xiangnuan, who was sweating coldly early in the morning, looked at Jin Weimo in confusion.
But before Yan Xiangnuan could recover, the next moment Jin Weimo reached out forcefully and cruelly lifted Yan Xiangnuan's quilt.
"Ah, Jin Weimo, you bastard."
As soon as the quilt was lifted, the cold air outside hit Yan Xiangnuan.
Yan Xiangnuan immediately had nowhere to hide, curled up into a ball and roared, and the next second, Jin Wei Mo stretched out his devil's palm forcefully and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Xiangnuan towards him.
"Well" Yan Xiangnuan was lifted from the bed to Jin Weimo's eyes, just like carrying a chicken.
The change was so fast that she was caught off guard.
When Jin Weimo roughly lifted Yan Xiangnuan in front of him, his thick palms pinched Yan Xiangnuan's slender wrists exposed outside his pajamas, as if he wanted to crush them with force, and at the same time he frowned.
Only then did he have to relax.
"Easy, please let go."
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but frown and shout in pain.
She felt like her wrist was about to be twisted off.
Hearing this, Jin Weimo immediately controlled his strength a little, but had no intention of letting go of Yan Xiangnuan, and his deep eyes stared at Yan Xiangnuan's face, as if intending to see a flower.
"Jin Weimo, what are you going to do?"
Yan Xiangnuan gritted his teeth and asked with some irritation.
He was forced to dig up his sleeping soundly, and Yan Xiangnuan felt that his whole body was not well.
This violent maniac, He is also a violent maniac who doesn't listen to others' opinions.
"Today is Tong Hui's funeral."
Jin Weimo explained his purpose in a concise tone.
"I know."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded and said blankly that she knew about it, but as a person who can see ghosts, she even wanted to attend Tong Hui's burial ceremony, but she really didn't have the courage to go.
After all, it was a cemetery, a place with so many Apiaos that it was impossible to count them.
It was like forcing a person who was afraid of trypophobia to look at dense pictures, and asking her to feed them with her body even though she knew there were Apiaos there.
Ah Piao, she asked herself if she really couldn't do it.
"You go too."
Jin Weimo asked, holding Yan Xiangnuan's hand with no intention of letting go.
"Why should I go too?"
Yan Xiangnuan asked Jin Weimo in surprise: "I'm not going."
After asking questions, Yan Xiangnuan quickly answered. "" Jin Weimo tensed her cheeks and remained silent, her palms powerfully restraining her slender wrists, because after touching her, the bone-gnawing pain in her left leg immediately disappeared, so Jin Weimo's forbearing face Also get a moment of relaxation.
But facing Yan Xiangnuan who refused to go, Jin Weimo felt that he really lacked a reason for her to attend the funeral.
Should he tell her that it was raining outside and my legs hurt, and I had to let you Go and give me pain relief, otherwise I will most likely be attacked by this bone-eroding pain and faint in the cemetery.
"Why don't you want to go?"
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Jin Weimo asked suppressing his temper.
Faced with Jin Weimo's inquiry, Yan Xiangnuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and then shook the wrist that was being held, signaling Jin Weimo to let go first.
A complicated expression flashed across Jin Weimo's face, and then he slowly let go of his palm.
The next moment, intense pain invaded his whole body, making his tall body almost unable to support him, and his whole body shook.
Yan Xiangnuan didn't notice the change in Jin Weimo's complexion.
After her wrist was released, she opened the quilt and got up.
After feeling the cool air, she immediately took out another home clothes from the closet and put it on: "Jin Wei Mo, you know I can see ghosts, right?”
"Yeah."
Jin Weimo responded by placing his hands beside his legs and making fists to endure the pain.
"I can see ghosts, and you asked me to attend Tong Hui's burial ceremony.
Do you know how scary that is for me?
It's a cemetery, a gathering place for ghosts.
Do you know how many ghosts there are and how ugly the appearance of death is?"
"Yan Xiangnuan didn't say much, but the meaning was very profound.
She obviously didn't want to try to go to the cemetery.
Her legs felt weak when she thought about how she felt when she was surrounded by those ghosts in the hospital in city T.
If they were all evil ghosts, with her half-skilled skills, it would be impossible to protect herself, and she would only be eaten alive.
Although Jin Weimo endured the pain in his leg and almost collapsed, his rationality did not diminish.
Therefore, he remained silent for a long time after Yan Xiangnuan told her the reason.
He understood that he had no reason to embarrass her, so he was tall and tall.
Yan Xiangnuan's figure tensed and then turned around to leave without responding to Yan Xiangnuan's words. "" Yan Xiangnuan heard the footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw Jin Weimo limping out.
His body looked a little strange, and the black lifeless air on his legs was much stronger than before, and even The commotion was intense, as if they were devouring delicious food in a carnival celebration.
Could it be that his leg hurts and something is wrong?
Yan Xiangnuan suddenly remembered today's weather, guessed Jin Weimo's inexplicable reason, and quickly went into the bathroom to wash up, and then hurried downstairs.
In the restaurant on the first floor, Jin Weimo was sitting in his seat.
Although there was breakfast in front of him, he did not enjoy it.
Instead, he stared at the porridge with a pale face.
The cold sweat on his cheeks also betrayed his forbearance.
His condition didn't seem to be very good.
"Jin Weimo, are you okay?"
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but feel worried.
She had just been woken up before, and her rationality had not returned to her.
Now she thought of his injured leg and knew that his legs would hurt in rainy days, so she stepped forward.
Ask him.
Jin Weimo didn't answer her, just looked up at her, and when she didn't react, he reached out and quickly grabbed her wrist again, pulling Yan Xiangnuan staggering, and his legs and feet hit the chair.
"Hiss."
Yan Xiangnuan was hit and gasped in pain.
When Jin Weimo's body returned to normal, he slowly let out a breath of turbid air that he had been holding back for a long time.
His chest kept rising and falling, and he looked a little embarrassed as he breathed heavily.
"Sorry."
Jin Weimo apologized for losing control of his strength just now.
Yan Xiangnuan wanted to get angry, but seeing the sweat stains on Jin Weimo's face, he couldn't bear it, so he didn't act aggressively.
He just instinctively struggled with his wrist in a small protest against his strength
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