The Prison Temple pinched Ji Yaoan's arms with both hands and held the person down the steps.

"I'll take you home."

“…No need, I can go back by myself.”

Ji Yaoan walked over him and then suddenly stopped, "I will return the money to you in two days, thank you."

After saying that, she walked to the side of the road and stopped a taxi, got in and left.

Zhushi looked at the direction where the taxi left, and the smile on his face had not disappeared, even becoming brighter and more natural.

That originally beautiful baby face finally had the charm it should have.

*

The taxi parked outside the community where Ji Yao lived.

She paid for the money to get out of the car, and the generous man's clothes on her body blocked the bitter night wind. She looked down at her reflection on the road, like a ghost hiding in the darkness.

She reminded herself in her heart that she should remember to return her clothes when she pays back the money to the Prison Temple in a few days.

Sudden!

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

In the empty community, the sound of "crying" snow is particularly clear.

Ji Yao's hand that was put under the coat suddenly clenched, subconsciously speeding up his pace.

I didn't expect that the next second, her arm would be suddenly pulled from behind.

She turned her head and bit the wrist of the visitor, and the hem of the coat floated up, and her legs kicked towards the other person's lower body.

Prison Temple avoided sideways and looked at her with a smile, "It's me."

Her wrist was bitten in his mouth, but he seemed to be unconscious, and there was no expression between his eyebrows that could be called "pain".

Ji Yaoan was stunned and quickly let go.

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

There was blood in her mouth, from the wrist of the Prison Temple.

"...Yes, I'm sorry." She thought it was a bad guy who followed her.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Are you here to ask for clothes?" Ji Yaoan raised his hand to take off his coat, "I'll give it back to you now."

"no."

Zhushi held her hand.

He raised his other hand and carried a small medicine box, "It's time to change the gauze on your forehead."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yaoan subconsciously raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Worried that she was guarding herself, the Prison Temple rarely talked more, "...I'm not a bad person."

At least not in front of her.

Ji Yaoan raised his eyes and looked at him.

The man in front of him had a very well-behaved baby face and looked very young. He should be a few years older than her. He spoke simply and harmlessly and had nothing to do with the word "bad guy".

But Ji Yaoan knew that this might be an illusion, because if she wanted to, she could pretend to be pitiful.

but--

"Come with me." Thinking about it carefully, she had nothing to be afraid of.

Her life will no longer be worse.

Besides, she is not a good person either.

Zhushi followed her with a small medicine box, watching her step deep and shallowly step in the snow, and couldn't help but ask her, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Ji Yaoan was stunned.

Carry her?!

While she was stunned, Zhushi had already walked up to her and squatted down, "Come on."

Ji Yaoan leaned down and looked at his side, "Are you going to coax me to take off my clothes?"

Prison Temple:??

He shook his head blankly.

After blinking, just when the Prison Temple thought she was going to reject her, Ji Yaoan suddenly lay on his back and muttered in a low voice, "Go!"

Prison Temple: "…"

He comforted himself and said that this is the legendary "being a cow and being a horse".

When the two returned home, the prison temple asked Ji Yaoan to sit on the sofa, and he helped her change the gauze on her forehead.

Thinking of something, he suddenly said, "It is very dangerous not to take strange men home in the future."

Ji Yaoan didn't move his head, and tried to raise his eyelids and look at him, "You?"

“…I don’t count.”

"Why?"

"I won't hurt you, I will protect you."

"Protect……"

Ji Yaoan repeated these two words in a daze. It was too strange that she had never heard anyone say it to her.

Now that a strange man said this to her, she thought that this person might have a bad mind.

After the Jail Temple changed her gauze, she accidentally found that there were a few red marks on her wrist, which were traces left after being pulled hard.

His eyes gradually cooled down.

Holding Ji Yaoan's hand, Zhushi squeezed some ointment to remove blood stasis to help her apply it gently. The sound that was so calm that there was no ups and downs suddenly became mixed with some emotions, "How did you do it?"

"Ma Mei is so arrogant." She paused, and she added, "It's the one who gave birth to me."

She got the address of her residence from somewhere, and today she came here to block her and insisted that she go home with her.

She refused, so Ma Mei dragged her upstairs. When the two of them were tearing each other, someone passing by called the police.

Ji Yaoan didn't want to bother Jiang Lan.

There are only three contact information in her address book. Apart from Jiang Lan and Jiang Yimian, there is only one "Su Fu" she has never met before, so there is the phone call behind her.

Then--

The current situation is again.

Prison Temple is silent.

Su Fu has always been watching Jiang Lan's line, so he did not pay much attention to Ji Yaoan.

Now that he heard her mention that her mother's tone was filled with indifference and disgust, he hesitated for a moment and asked seriously, "Do you hate her?"

Ji Yaoan shook his head and smiled erraticly, "I don't hate her, I hate her."

I wish she could die!"

"Then I'll kill her for you."

Ji Yaoan:!!

It's true that this person is really sick.

Seeing that Ji Yaoan looked at him without saying a word, Zhushi thought she agreed, so he further determined the specific details with her, "How do you want her to die? Should she die just a little bit, or was tortured to death?"

"you……"

"Don't worry, I'm professional."

“…”

He was just teasing her.

Thinking of this, Ji Yaoan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, then you kill her."

As for the way to die, you can just use it as you like."

"Okay, then you remember to read the news these two days." After taking the medicine, Zhushi put her hand back on her own knee, "I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment!"

Ji Yaoan called him, took out a pen and wrote something quickly, and then handed it to him along with his coat.

The Prison Temple took it, and it was a bit square.

Ji Yao'an wrote an IOU.

Her salary has not been paid yet, and the money she has is living expenses now. If she is not enough to pay him back, she can only write him an IOU first.
To be continued...