The fatigue that he has never experienced before is like the vast ocean swallowing up Sheng Jiu at high tide. He is like a driftwood in adversity, going through vicissitudes of life and never ending.
Sheng Jiu fell asleep without any warning, drifting up and down. In his deep dream, it was like sailing against the current, full of scars.
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Sheng Qiqi slept for a while, and the moment he opened his eyes, he felt like he was in another world.
The sunshine outside is very strong, and the green leaves of the ivy are wrapped around the glass window. The big leaves are full of green and vitality.
She rolled her eyes and touched her side with her little hand, but it was empty.
He frowned, turned over and sat up, with mist in his eyes. He looked around the room and saw no sign of the man, and then got out of bed wearing slippers.
The living room outside is very large, with beautiful landscape paintings hanging on the walls. After walking around, there is no one there.
Sheng Qiqi was a little panicked. She trotted into the kitchen. The kitchen was clean and there was no man around.
Sheng Qiqi bit her lips, frowned, calmed down for a moment, and began to search each room one by one.
Finally, in the half-lit study room, I saw a man lying on the sofa and sleeping.
Sheng Qiqi carefully pushed open the study door, stood on tiptoes, and walked slowly over.
The sunshine from the window shone in, casting a layer of golden light around the man's body.
When he was sleeping, he looked like a lonely prince lying in a hanging coffin. His face was enchanting, his features were clear, and he was like an immortal possessed by a demon.
The white shirt on his body was a little wrinkled, and the back of the hand resting on his heart was purple-red, as if it was left after hitting a hard object.
He probably didn't sleep well, and his brows were furrowed slightly. Sheng Qiqi came forward and knelt down obediently on the edge of the sofa. He held his chin in his hands, tilted his head, and looked at her with beautiful eyes. he.
I don¡¯t know why, but Sheng Qiqi¡¯s heart felt a little painful after just looking at it for a while.
She stretched out her hand and traced the man's handsome face in the air, as if describing the things she had forgotten across time and space.
She described it for a moment and then began to talk to herself, "Why would Qiqi forget such a good brother?"
"Why does Qiqi feel so distressed just by looking at you like this?"
"Why are you so distressed?"
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The man's eyelids moved at this moment. Sheng Qiqi thought he was going to wake up, and his eyes lit up cleverly. In the end, the man just moved like this and fell into a deeper sleep again.
Sheng Qiqi was a little disappointed. She felt very hungry. Looking at the direction of the sun outside the window, it was probably past lunch time.
When Sheng Qiqi thought of this, she remembered that when the man coaxed her to have breakfast in the morning, he didn't eat a bite.
Now, even those who have had breakfast with her feel hungry, so Brother Ninth must be even hungrier, right?
Brother Ninth is so kind to her, why should she go to the kitchen to make lunch for Brother Ninth?
After finishing lunch, wake up Brother Jiu.
Thinking of this, Sheng Qiqi made up his mind, picked up the blanket from the edge of the sofa, covered Sheng Jiu with it, and hurried out of the study.
The kitchen was similar to the gas tank at grandma¡¯s house. Sheng Qiqi studied it for a moment and knew where to start the fire.
After studying how to turn on the fire, she opened the refrigerator and found a dazzling array of vegetables and meat inside.
She has never seen a lot of meat and vegetables.
She didn¡¯t know how to cook or eat those dishes, but she lived on the island, and she learned how to cook fish, shrimp, and stewed chicken under her grandma¡¯s stick.
With this thought, Sheng Qiqi began to rummage through a pile of ingredients to find the fish, chicken, and chicken she wanted. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com