Chapter 195 Sister Sang Flirts Hard! ! !

Rong Zhan couldn't help but finally raised his eyes to look at her. After a while, he nodded slightly, turned around and said, "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, his slender body walked ahead.

Sangxia followed him.

She didn't wear much, just a coat and a knitted scarf around her neck, which still looked thin.

They walked out of the hospital, a cool breeze blew, and red maple leaves fell gracefully from the trees. She suddenly sneezed, and Rong Zhan stiffened for a moment, standing there, waiting for her.

Sangxia came over and subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold his arm. She noticed that his arm was also stiff. Her expression was indifferent, as if she didn't notice anything. Then her hand slid down little by little and held him coldly. hand.

Put them together into her warm coat pocket.

The two walked together, and Rong Zhan's stiff arms gradually relaxed after a while, and he held her hand in return.

Gradually, it became tighter and tighter.

There are many hotels near the hospital. They randomly checked into the nearest one, but unfortunately, there were only double rooms left, not the usual suites.

"Okay, as long as there is a place."

Sangxia saw that he was hesitating to change to another house, so she reminded him lightly before he could say anything.

Upon seeing this, Rong Zhan opened a large bed room, and at this time Sang Xia's voice came again, very low and soft, but he still heard it clearly, and it made his heart tighten inexplicably.

She said: "...Anyway, it doesn't take up such a big space."

It doesn’t take up so much space…

Just have a place...

What did she want to do, what did she want to say to him...?

Do you want to find a place to have a good talk with him?

Rong Zhan pursed his lips tightly, lowered his eyebrows and trembled his eyelashes, and walked towards the elevator with the room card in hand.

Sang Xia looked at his back from behind, the depths of her long eyes darkening.

Such a deep gaze and slightly narrowed eyes seemed inconsistent with her current tired and frail appearance.

Arrived at the room.

Rong Zhan checked her around and found nothing out of the ordinary. Then he walked to the door and pressed the door handle. "You should have a good rest. I'm going back first. If you need anything, contact me."

As he said that, he was leaving.

Sang Xia stood up from the bed and said, "Wait a minute."

Rong Zhan had already opened the door and was about to go out.

His eyes were evasive, as if he couldn't wait to leave.

It seemed that she was afraid of what she would say to herself if she left late.

Blame, complain, or again: ...break up.

No matter what it was, he didn't want to hear it, he was afraid to hear it, so he didn't want to give her the chance to say it.

Sang Xia walked up to him at this moment. When he was pretending to be calm but actually he was panicking inside——

"boom--!"

Sangxia kicked the door shut, his hands still stretched out, but his pretended calm face was a little cracked.

"I'm here, where are you going?"

She retracted her feet, stood beside him, and asked calmly.

Although the tone was very light, the momentum was very strong.

Sang Xia finally looked straight at him.

Although she was a head shorter than him and had a slender figure, her bones seemed to be filled with an aura that was not to be underestimated, not to mention that when she looked straight at him, it was simply heartbreaking.

Rong Zhan was suffering in his heart.

"...I'm going out to get some air."

He lowered his head and muttered something for a long time.

"Don't go."

Rong Zhan's eyes suddenly looked over and collided with hers. He tried his best to suppress some emotion in his eyes. He began to breathe heavily, "I said I want to get out!"

He wants to go, to run away! He doesn't want to stay with her!

Sang Xia's dull gaze suddenly became sharp, "I said, you are not allowed to go out, don't you understand!?"

Rong Zhan was almost driven crazy by her. He wanted to open the door and rush out regardless, but he was afraid of being too strong and hurting her.

Sang Xia felt his chest rise and fall violently, and felt his emotional fluctuations. Her eyes flickered, but her expression remained calm. She asked, "Rong Zhan, what are you afraid of?"

"No, I didn't." He didn't, no.

Rong Zhan ducked his eyes and defended.

"No, you do."

Sang Xia looked at him steadily.

Rong Zhan was about to push him away, blocking him in front of her, but Sang Xia's firm yet low voice began to come out, hitting his heart deeply.

"You are just afraid, Rong Zhan, are you afraid that I will criticize you?"

"Afraid that I will blame you like everyone else, afraid that I will complain and accuse you in front of you because of Bo Yi, afraid that you will see me in agony and bursting into tears because of Bo Yi. Are you still afraid, afraid... "

"No, stop talking! Shut up! Sangxia! You disappear in front of me!" His eyes suddenly turned red and he roared like a wild beast.

Frantically trying to open the door and rush out.

Sang Xia blocked the door, looked up at him and looked at him going crazy, and continued, "You are still afraid that I will leave you, right!?"

Rong Zhan's whole body was stiff, and his narrow red phoenix eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, evil, crazy, yet so helpless.

He staggered, lowered his head, and a cold and sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his cold lips. He wiped his head and sneered, "Who do you think you are? You are just a woman. The most damn thing I don't lack is--"

"You keep talking!?"

She stared straight at him, sullenness appeared on her brows, and she held his arm tightly, refusing to give way at all.

"Say it, say it again if you have the guts!"

Rong Zhan's face turned pale, and he was almost speechless by her, but that was not the key. The key was that he couldn't help it anymore. There was strong sourness and pain in his heart. He felt lonely, his despair, and his mind. The tight string inside seemed to be about to break, and his shoulders were shaking.

The fingertips are also trembling.

He didn't want to be embarrassed in front of her, and he didn't want her to see himself at his most vulnerable, helpless and useless.

This is not him.

"Well, since you say so, let me go."

She said that she was about to turn around and open the door to leave, but as soon as she turned around, her body was suddenly hugged from behind, and she was tightly held in his arms.

Sangxia twisted her body and struggled, "Let go! Didn't you mean..."

Before she could finish her words, the hot and humid liquid suddenly wet the hair in the hollow of her neck. The humid temperature and touch made Sangxia freeze immediately, and she was stuck on what she wanted to say.

It was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it anymore.

He was buried in the crook of her neck, holding her tightly with both hands. For such a big man, his straight back was bent down in defeat at this moment, as if he had finally compromised and admitted defeat.

His shoulders were shaking slightly, and all the pain he had suppressed was still given to the person he least wanted to give it to.

Gave it to her.

He was like a survivor drifting in the sea, and she was his driftwood.

She is the sustenance and support of his soul.

"...Rong Zhan." Sang Xia called softly, her hand covering his hand that was holding her tightly on her waist.

He was still shaking and showed no sign of letting go.

Sangxia sighed softly, "Do you still want me to leave?"

Do you still want me to leave?

For a long time, just when Sang Xia thought Rong Zhan would not answer, his hoarse voice came: "Do you want me to die?"