She smiled lightly, "Do you want some water?"

Seeing that Zhou Muqing didn't respond, Feng Jian took him away and grabbed his hand, went to the living room and brought a glass of water, and handed it to his hand.

"Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? If not, drink warm water and rest early."

Kazami thought about it again, "By the way, I'll help you wet a towel and wipe your face."

Zhou Muqing looked at Feng Jian who was busy for him, and felt that his questioning just now was too much, but she clearly heard it, why didn't she answer it.

When Feng Jian took a towel to help Zhou Muqing wipe his hands, he kept staring at her eyes.

"Your eyes can be deceiving."

With his sudden words, Feng Jian looked up at Zhou Muqing.

"What's the matter? Why did you say such a sentence suddenly..."

Zhou Muqing smiled bitterly, "Every time your eyes look at me, I feel that you need me, but it's not, right? So your eyes can deceive people and me."

Kazami shook his head in distress.

These are Zhou Muqing's drunken words, but they also reveal the helplessness in his heart, she somewhat understands.

Zhou Muqing gently stroked Fengjian's hair, "I know it's not your intention to deceive people, I am willing to be deceived, I hope you can deceive me for the rest of my life. But life is too difficult, I feel that you will always be far away from me. "

Kazami remained silent and did not answer. She stood up and wiped Zhou Muqing's cheeks, and then went to the bathroom.

When she came back again, Zhou Muqing stared blankly in one direction, his eyes seemed to be flickering, did he cry?

Kazami just wanted to go in, but immediately returned to the door.

She stood at the door and waited for Zhou Muqing to fall asleep.

After a while, she glanced at him quietly, and he fell on the bed after about twenty minutes. When Feng Jian went in to cover him with the quilt, he was dragged to the bed by his name.

He didn't mean it, he thought about himself when he fell asleep.

She couldn't break free from his hand, so she could only sit on the carpet beside the bed, leaning against the bed and fell asleep.

That night, the two slept hand in hand.

Hesitant Zhou Muqing drank, although she usually stays in bed, but this time she got up early.

But getting up early was useless, Zhou Muqing's hands were still tightly gripping him, and Kazami's body was numb from maintaining the same posture.

She felt that her throat was a bit dry, so she cleared her throat, and the sound woke Zhou Muqing up.

The first thing Zhou Muqing said when he woke up was good morning. He didn't notice that he was holding someone's hand, so he asked Feng Jian about what happened last night but he never let go.

"Last night I...?"

Kazami didn't say much, only said that he drank too much, and then took a rest after saying a few words.

Zhou Muqing was broken, he had forgotten what he asked last night, but the sadness in his heart has not faded, it is still very clear.

"Kazemi, can I tell you directly how I feel in my heart?"

His sudden words were very formal, and Kazami nodded without hesitation.

"We should be honest, so that everything will be much simpler. No matter what time, you can speak directly."

Feng Jian twitched his hand, Zhou Muqing felt such a move and reluctantly let go.

She stood up and moved a little bit, it was too tiring to maintain a posture last night.

Feng Jian just stretched her waist twice when Zhou Muqing's formal conversation started, she immediately stood up straight and looked at him seriously.

"I'm very sad. I think you know the reason. It's Lu Zexiao."