攻略偏执狂[快穿] 2

Cannon Fodder with Replaced Memory

　　"..." No one spoke.

　　Ji Wei's hand holding the door frame tightened unconsciously: "Jiang Fei?"

　　The person outside the door laughed softly, his voice was low and hoarse, but it was particularly pleasant to Ji Wei's ears.

　　She said: "Ji Wei, I'm back."

　　Jiang Fei's voice.

　　Ji Wei stood frozen at the door, holding on to the iron door and motionless, as if his whole body was frozen.

　　"What? You don't even recognize my voice?" Jiang Fei said with a slightly joking tone.

　　Ji Wei tightened her fingers and said again: "Jiang Fei?"

　　Jiang Fei smiled: "It's me."

　　"You're back?"

　　"Um."

　　"fine?"

　　"Um."

　　"Yes." Ji Wei responded softly, then turned sideways to make way for her seat at the door.

　　He could feel Jiang Fei walking in front of him, carrying with him the dampness of the rainy night outside, and a smell of... blood, which was not detectable.

　　Ji Wei frowned, and the next second, Jiang Fei's body suddenly staggered, almost falling, and made a small sound.

　　Ji Wei subconsciously followed the sound and supported her, just in time to hold her arm, but heard a faint inhalation sound, and it soon returned to normal.

　　"How are you?" Ji Wei asked softly.

　　"Me?" Jiang Fei still smiled as usual, "I'm fine."

　　Ji Wei paused.

　　Jiang Fei then said, "We haven't seen each other for a few days. Do you want to be in close contact with me so much?"

　　Ji Wei let go of her arm almost immediately, hesitated and said, "Your body is very cold."

　　"Yeah." Jiang Fei responded casually.

　　Ji Wei pursed her lips, turned around and walked into the kitchen, heating up hot water.

　　Whether because of excitement or panic, on the way to the kitchen, his knees bumped into the corner of the coffee table. Even when his hand was lifting the boiling hot water, he unexpectedly touched the hot iron kettle.

　　Ji Wei suddenly let go and the iron kettle made a sound.

　　Ji Wei frowned and realized at this moment that his fingertips were actually trembling.

　　He hurriedly restrained himself and wanted to lift the iron kettle again, but his hand was grabbed by a cold but soft hand: "No need to be busy, Ji Wei, I have something to tell you."

　　Ji Wei's fingertips twitched.

　　The hand holding his was cold, as if it was so cold that his heart trembled.

　　Ji Wei said nothing.

　　Jiang Fei took his hand and walked slowly back to the sofa, skillfully picked up the ointment and applied it to his burned fingertips.

　　Ji Wei sat on the sofa in a daze, feeling the woman's fingers on his fingertips gently circling around his fingertips, just like some time ago, she also gently applied medicine to him.

　　It's like she never left.

　　Ji Wei's breathing also became cautious.

　　Only then did I finally realize that she was really back.

　　It seems like prosthetic eyes don’t matter anymore.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Fei put the ointment aside and sat quietly next to him: "Ji Wei, I'll give you a gift..."

　　Ji Wei followed the voice and looked at her, his eyes still straight and unfocused.

　　The next second, Jiang Fei took his hand and placed a delicate metal box in his palm.

　　Ji Wei felt his palms sink, and after a while he said hoarsely: "What..."

　　"Prosthetic eyes."

　　Ji Wei's hands trembled, her eyes seemed to be in disbelief, and she asked again for a long time: "What?"

　　"Prosthetic eyes." Jiang Fei laughed. She slowly pressed the button. The box slowly opened with a faint blue mist, and a piece of extremely thin and curved "paper" loomed inside.