Chapter 107

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of the wet clothes that were taken off by the bathtub, and then she remembered that she had just dragged someone in, but forgot to bring her a change of clothes.

"I'll get it." Song Ling was slightly embarrassed, and turned around and walked to the room to get the clothes.

Shen Zhao's things are all in the hotel, and they haven't gotten them back yet.

Song Ling took a set of his own pajamas and carried them into the bathroom.

"Put mine on first." Song Ling put her clothes on the shelf next to her and said lightly.

She glanced at the person sitting in the bathtub and wanted to say something. In the end, she pursed her lips and said softly, "Don't soak for too long, be careful of catching a cold."

Shen Zhao curled up at the very edge of the bathtub, lowered his eyes and did not respond to her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Ling silently turned around and left the bathroom.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Zhao got dressed and came out of the bathroom. She looked down at the silk pajamas on her body. It was Song Ling's clothes, and there was still the smell of Song Ling on it, just like before.

She looked up and looked around the room and saw someone standing on the balcony.

The dim light of the balcony was reflected, and a layer of soft yellow was applied to her body. Without those things, what would she be like now, the harmony and gentleness at that time seemed to have happened in her previous life, and she was almost unable to remember.

Song Ling turned around and looked at the person beside the door in the room, looking at each other from a distance, but they were speechless.

After a moment of silence, Song Ling opened the glass door and walked in. The wind gave her a splitting headache and said softly, "I've cooked porridge, I'll go get it." After speaking, she opened the door and went out.

Shen Zhao looked at the big bed in front of him. These days, they stayed in the same room and slept on the same bed, and they seemed to have returned to the past all at once.

One bed is on the innermost side and the other is on the outermost side, the well water does not make the river water, and the moment when they are silent with each other is also the moment when they are at peace with each other.

Song Ling came in with the porridge, and saw Shen Zhao standing in front of the bed, she stopped at the door, stared at her side face, her eyes narrowed, she walked in and said softly, "Drink some porridge, your stomach is too weak... …”

"I don't want to drink." Shen Zhao interrupted her directly.

Song Ling walked over with a bowl and stood opposite Shen Zhao, staring down at her long eyelashes. She was very thin, and under her fair eyelids, she could vaguely see blue and purple blood vessels. Looking haggard.

"You've always been very rational, so you want to hurt yourself in order to hate me?" Song Ling said.

Shen Zhao raised his head, frowned slightly and said, "I can't drink it."

Song Ling pulled her to sit down and said, "If you can't drink it, you have to drink it. You can't just rely on the infusion."

"Open your mouth." Song Ling held the bowl and fed her personally.

Shen Zhao is indifferent, such a gesture is too close, what is it?

Shen Zhao took the bowl from her hand, "I'll eat it myself."

So, Song Ling sat beside the bed and watched her drink half a bowl of white porridge one by one, but in the end she couldn't eat any more, so she had some left over.

"Don't eat?" Song Ling asked her.

Shen Zhao: "I can't eat any more."

"Don't eat if you can't eat it, take your time." She took her bowl, got up and sent it downstairs.

After washing, the two of them slept on the same bed. Shen Zhao was next to the bed, with her back to the person behind her, Song Ling was sleeping beside her, the room was dark, only the faint light from outside came in through the window and fell on her body, glowing softly. White. Song Ling looked at her thin shoulders and wanted to hug her into his arms, but he didn't have the courage to take a step forward.

"Azhao..." Song Ling called her softly.

No one answered her in the silent room, but Song Ling knew that she was not asleep, so she said lightly, "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't do it."

Shen Zhao: "It's you who has a vested interest in the matter, isn't it all designed by you?"

Song Ling said silently, in her heart, she no longer deserves her trust. No matter what she said, she would never trust her again.

His head was so dizzy, Song Ling closed his eyes gently, feeling that his whole body was sore and unable to exert his strength.

She slowly opened her lips and said, "I don't, Ah Zhao..."

Her feeble voice came softly, and Shen Zhao noticed it. It was hoarse and tired. She didn't hear her voice for a long time. Shen Zhao slowly turned around and faced the person beside him.

Song Ling closed her eyes tightly, her consciousness fluctuated, she dragged her half-wet body and the cold wind blew outside for a long time. Her body would be hot and faint, and her whole body had no strength.

Shen Zhao lay beside her and didn't notice it.

She stared at Song Ling's brows lightly, and the dim light shone in the room. She looked at the sleeping person, the familiar face, with a dazed expression.

"Azhao..."

Suddenly there was a murmur in the silent room, Shen Zhao raised a heart in his throat nervously, held his breath subconsciously, raised his eyes to look at her, and heard that there was no movement, only then did he realize that Song Ling was just saying daydream.

The quilt was turned over by her waist, and a large piece of skin was exposed at the neckline.

Although he was in the room, but it was cold at the moment, Shen Zhao hesitated for a long time and finally reached out and pulled the quilt for her. His movements were very light, for fear that the person in front of him would open his eyes and let her find out that he cared about her.

The fingertips accidentally touched her arm, and the sticky warmth caused Shen Zhao to be stunned. She raised her eyes to see Song Ling's face, and the room was dim and could not be seen clearly.

She was sweating...

Shen Zhao could vaguely hear the heavy breathing in her ears, and felt that something was wrong with her. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out to wipe the temperature on her forehead. Just as her fingers touched her forehead, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Shen Zhao was startled. Jumping, she was about to withdraw her hand, but Song Ling grabbed her tightly, her voice soft, "You still care about me, don't you?"

Song Ling put a trap on her, Shen Zhao was in a hurry, clenched his fists and struggled, "Let go!"

Song Ling didn't let go, but instead pulled the person into her arms, her chin rested on her forehead, and said softly, "Azhao, don't push me away, I'm very uncomfortable..."

Shen Zhao felt the hot breath she exhaled when she spoke, and only then realized that Song Ling did have a fever.

She froze for a moment, forgot to struggle for a moment, looked up at her, pursed her lips and said, "You have a fever."

Song Ling's consciousness was sluggish, and she had no thoughts. Her only thought was to hug the person in her arms tightly. She was afraid that her A Zhao would leave, and that she would be like four years ago, without any news or clues, just like that. Disappeared from her life without warning.

At this moment, knowing that she cares about her is enough.

"Don't leave me, Ah Zhao..." Song Ling's voice was choked, tears slowly flowing down the end of his eyes, Shen Zhao felt the wetness on his forehead, and the whole person was stunned.

Maybe she has never let go. She has been greedy for this embrace countless times. She regards her as the only support in her life. Then she would hurt so badly.

Pulling back his thoughts, Shen Zhao dazedly loosened his clenched fists, feeling that Song Ling's whole body was burning hot.

Shen Zhao looked up at her and said, "Get up, you are going to the hospital."

Hearing her voice, Song Ling slowly opened his eyelids, revealing a gap, and tried his best to pull a smile. The torn opening on his lips suddenly opened, and the salty taste spread to his mouth, Song Ling asked her gently: " Will you forgive me if I don't go?"

Shen Zhao struggled to sit up. In the dark room, she sat on the bed and looked at Song Ling, gritted her teeth and said, "Are you threatening me?"

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing, just lying there, looking up at the people beside her.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Zhao thought she would acquiesce, which immediately aroused anger in her heart, she said directly, "Song Ling, listen carefully, you can die if you want, don't scare people."

After saying that, Shen Zhao ignored her and turned around to get out of bed and leave.

When she opened the door of the room and went out, there was light on the stairs, but the lights did not go out. She looked up at the sky outside the window, and she couldn't see clearly with the gurgling darkness. Then she looked at the clock on the wall, it was already 3:30 in the morning.

The people in the room didn't move. Shen Zhao stood on the stairs and waited for more than ten minutes and no one came out.

In the end, it was Shen Zhao who compromised. She was afraid that Song Ling would have a problem with her burning and fainted in the room again.

So there was no other way, Shen Zhao turned around and went back to the room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the person inside was already dressed and standing at the door.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, and raised his eyes to meet hers.

At this moment, the light was bright, and Shen Zhao could clearly see Song Ling's face, which was burning red. The hair on his forehead was wet against his temples, looking weak, and his lips were dry and cracked with a trace of blood.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her standing in front of the door, and suddenly smiled, she said, "I'm going to the hospital."

After she finished speaking, Shen Zhao saw her carrying her bag downstairs. She stood at the entrance of the stairs behind her, hesitated for a while and asked her, "Have you called Ji Mingshu?"

Song Ling gasped lightly, her nose was burning like fire, she said in a low voice, "It's too late, she's with Lin Manman tonight."

Even a personal assistant, at three o'clock in the night, is with his girlfriend again, so he can't call someone over in such an inhumane way.

Song Ling said softly, "I'll drive by myself."

I have such a fever that can't even speak, how can drive?

Shen Zhaoming knew that he shouldn't care about her. Whether she burned to death or crashed with a car, it should have nothing to do with her, but sometimes, her body was a step faster than her brain in an instant, and she walked over and snatched the car in her hand. The key, walking in front, without looking back, said coldly, "I'll take you there."

Song Ling froze there, watching the figure in front of her walk all the way to the door downstairs, and then slowly pursed her lips and smiled.

She strolled downstairs and followed behind Shen Zhao. The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, Shen Zhao sat in the cab, and Song Ling sat in the co-pilot.

Shen Zhao rarely drives. Her driver's license was taken when she graduated from the third year of high school. After getting the driver's license, she didn't drive a few times in total, and she never had a chance to drive.

Although the skills are a little unfamiliar, but fortunately Song Ling's car is a luxury car, and it drives very smoothly. In addition, at three o'clock in the morning, there are almost no people on the road, and the road is smooth.

At the traffic light near the hospital, Shen Zhao slammed on the brakes and suddenly went out.

Shen Zhao restarted the car, the inside of the car was very quiet, only the sound of the engine. The dim yellow street light came in from the car window and fell on the two of them. They were silent, but they seemed to have their own thoughts.

The red light is very long, more than a minute.

Song Ling sat there with his eyes down, and suddenly said, "Azhao, if you really have to die, you will forgive me. I am willing to give you this life."