After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 51

The room was very dim, the curtains were tightly covered and solid, with little light penetrating.

Shortly after the opening of the new hotel set by the show group, the layout was also somewhat different. When the door was opened, only a small part of the room could be seen, and the rest was blocked. Nguyen Nightshang walked a few steps forward, so that she could see the area of the bed, and she immediately stopped.

No one on the bed, the quilt is lifted.

Before the card was taken away by Yan Zhihuan, he did not have a card, it should be difficult to get out, and he heard the description of Yan Zhihuan. This time, Yan Zhihuan seemed to have a serious cold, he was sleeping all the time, and he didn't have much strength to go out. The bathroom door is made of scrubbed glass and closed at the moment, but it can be seen that the lights are off, and it doesn't look like someone is there.

Where's Mo?

Nguyen Nightshade thought about it so that something was wrong in his subconscious, he whispered in a tentative manner: "Mo, are you there? ”

“... I'm here. ”

The voice of Nguyen Nightingale just went down, and the room immediately responded.

Nguyen Nightshade followed his fame and saw Mo slowly rise from the ground beside the bed. Looks like she was on her knees on the floor at the edge of the bed, so from where Nguyen Nightshade just stood, the field of vision was limited, and Mo's figure was blocked by the bed, so she couldn't see.

“Are you looking for something?” Nguyen Nightshade does not know why she knelt there, usually if something smaller falls on the ground, people will take this kneeling way to look carefully on the ground, Nguyen Nightshade this is the only question.

However, as soon as the question was asked, Nguyen Nightingale looked at the ink and felt something was getting worse.

Momo's face is now white, looks like a cold sweat. He still has a bed lamp in his hand. The bed lamp in this hotel is quite small and easy to remove. And she grabbed the bed lamp like it was in a defensive posture, as if she had been very vigilant before, until she heard Nguyen Nightshang's voice, she relaxed and came out.

Nguyen Nightshade's heart was alive and well, and he understood it all in a flash. Mo was just kneeling there, not looking for anything at all. She was hiding from the sight of the person who would walk into the room, and the removable bed lamp was used by her as a temporary defensive weapon.

Nguyen Mo saw Nguyen Nightshade's eyes fall on the bed lamp, and she couldn't help but be embarrassed, but she didn't say anything. She just walked a few steps in vain, put the bed lamp back in place, and turned on the room lamp.

Shaking her body, she even looked very tired walking. Nguyen Nightshank was worried that she wanted to ask her a few questions. Seeing her like this, she had no choice but to ask again. Hurry up and hold her and want her to sit beside the bed for a rest.

When she helped her, Nguyen Nightingale touched her arm. She felt that the heat on her skin was almost burning her, and the hot sweat was soaking wet. She hurried: "Why is it so hot? Come on, lie down. ”

Mizumo sat half down, leaned against the bed, and Nguyen went to the sink to wet the towel with hot water, twisted it dry and came back to wipe the sweat off Mizumo's face and neck.

She was careful, extra gentle, and Mo looked at her close face and whispered, “Did I scare you? ”

Nguyen Nightshade wiped and said, “I'm not scared, I'm just worried. What happened to you? Why were you there with a bed light? ”

Though I guessed seven, seven, eight, eight in my heart, in order to take care of the feeling of Mo, Nguyen did not directly ask her if she was hiding from anything or why she was hiding there. After all, this behavior is a bit strange, she just noticed the embarrassment of the ink, and it may not be appropriate to ask directly.

Shut up.

Nguyen Nightshade smiled slightly: “If you don't want to answer now, you can still not answer first. After all, resting now is the most important thing. You can call me anytime you want, and don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. ”

“I think so.”

Nguyen Nightingale heard the words, the motion paused and looked at Mo.

Though Mo's voice may be weak, his eyes are focused, "I want to answer you. Answer now. If I don't make it clear, you won't ask again, but I'm sure you'll be even more worried. ”

The soft towel in her hand gently swept over the eyebrows of the ink, Nguyen Nightshade softly said: "Okay, you say, I listen. ”

“I had a nightmare before.” The darkness in her eyes dimmed, as the night covered her, and she said, "When I woke up, my head was faint, and then I heard someone opening the door outside my room. Honestly, I felt very nervous at the time. I only had my own room card. Although the hotel staff had a spare card, but if it was room service, they should also knock on the door, so I thought it was someone else who wanted to come into the room, so I hid and took the bed light to defend myself. ”

“I'm sorry.” Nguyen Nightshang just felt guilty for a moment: “I was afraid you were asleep, disturbing your rest, without knocking ahead of time. Didn't she come to your room once before, she wanted to buy you medicine, see how you were doing, and she was afraid you'd fall asleep the next time you wouldn't open the door, so she had to take your card away, and I thought you knew about it. ”

“You don't have to apologize to me.” Min Mo came over and nodded: “I remember Yan Hearing Huan came here once in the morning, I was in a bad mental state, I didn't notice what she said, it seems that she told me when she took the card, I went to bed and didn't hear it clearly, I thought the card was still in my room, it was my own problem. ”

"'It's all a misunderstanding,' said Nguyen Nightingale. 'It's okay now. ”

And Mo looked at me a little bit, “Aren't you surprised? ”

Nguyen Nightshang probably knew what she meant when she asked, but she said, “... what? ”

“Actually, it's just a small thing, and even if people think that someone is trying to open the door, even if they're confused, it shouldn't be as easy to hide and defend things as I am right now.” Ask her clearly: “Do you think I'm strange? ”

Even if Mo didn't say so, Nguyen Nightingale actually felt this a long time ago.

People encounter this kind of thing in life, certainly not as abnormal as Ink's reaction, but much more peaceful. She has always known that Momo is vigilant, and she doesn't know how many people in the circle want to dig up the material of Momo, but it's hard to dig, all because Momo is really too cautious, she heard more or less about some paparazzi before that Momo may have anti-reconnaissance consciousness, but that's also a weird guess of the paparazzi, and this time, Nguyen Nightshan actually feels Mo's anti-reconnaissance consciousness is really very strong.

Her level of caution, and other stars, is really not on the same level.

She now has a fever and is in a weak state, and even in such a state, she can feel the sound of someone opening the door. Although the room is somewhat curved and doesn't see the first person to open the door, this time is also very short, and she needs to drag her tired body out of the bed lights in such a short time, then kneel down beside the bed to hide and move. This behavior is not only prudent, but also very resolute and brave. If the person who comes in is really an unscheduled guest, when the person walks to the bed, his head will definitely be beaten hard with a bed lamp, and while the person is smashed in the gap, Kunmo can immediately take the door and escape the room.

Psychologically, this stress response is not one-off, but requires prolonged accumulation. Such reactions are usually made by trained police officers, military personnel, special forces, fugitives who live a day-to-day and daunting life, or by people who have long been in a difficult situation of being hunted down and reckoned with by massive forces. In order to cope with those who threaten me, strong and helpless barriers have to be erected to avoid further harm to themselves and the important people around them.

There is also a person who has been stimulated by great harm. This kind of person usually has a shadow in their mind, which leads them to remain consciously vigilant in their daily lives, which is actually a kind of subconscious self-protection, reluctant to repeat nightmares themselves.

Sumo saw that Nguyen Nightshade had not spoken, but rather looked like a mind-blower. He couldn't help but drool his eyes and whisper: “Am I being a little funny? ”

Nguyen Nightingale returned to God and immediately said: "No. I don't think you're weird, I don't think you're funny, not at all. ”

The tone of the gods has eased a lot.

Nguyen Nightshang is still helping her wipe, and now she can feel relaxed, saying: “Everyone's life experience in the world is different, which makes people react differently to things. Many people find the reaction strange or even ridiculous because they don't know why. ”

“You said you didn't find it strange, you didn't find it ridiculous, so you know why?” The ink is still pale, but the tone also has some dramatic connotations.

“I don't know why either.” Nguyen Nightshade laughed: “But I understand you, you must have your reasons. ”

Mo looked at her quietly.

“The towels are cold, I'll go change the water.” Nguyen Nightshang stood up and was about to leave, and suddenly she turned back and said: “I see you're sweating a lot, why don't I wipe you off too? ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightshang feared that she was too sweaty and uncomfortable, sincerely wanted to help her wipe her body. Her eyes were clean and clear when asked.

"... yes, thank you. ”

Nguyen came over with a basin of hot water and laid it on the floor beside the bed. When Mo saw that she was bending over and working, she sat up a little bit straight. Then she glanced at her and began to take off the pajamas she was wearing.

"I'm undressing, don't turn around. ”

Nguyen Nightingale jumped in his heart, bent over and didn't move any more, let alone turn back.

After taking off her pajamas, she saw that she still kept her back half bent and unchanging. If she could hold on, she couldn't help but laugh, but her face was tight: “I haven't taken it off yet, it takes a little time, you can stand up straight and back over. ”

Nguyen Nightshade just stood up straight. He stood with his back to Mo, and his ears covered with long hair spread a little red.

After a while, Kunmo pulled the quilt over himself and lay down on the bed and said, "Okay, come here. ”

Nguyen Nightshank re-twisted the towel, reached out his hand, lifted the quilt off the ink and was ready to help her wipe her back.

Nguyen Mok felt that the action of Nguyen Nightshang was generous, without any worries or shyness. Yesterday in the car, she was soaked in moisture, and Nguyen Nightshang helped her change clothes. Nguyen Nightshang also behaved very naturally. But when she took off her clothes, she let Nguyen Nightingale turn her back, and Nguyen Nightingale stood there, clearly red-hearted.

Something different.

Nguyen Nightshang purposefully rubbed her back. Nguyen Nightshang only felt warm and melted on her back. Nguyen Nightshang sometimes gave her a gentle massage. She pressed and asked: "Is it comfortable? ”

Mo didn't know how to answer her, so she blurred.

However, Nguyen Nightshade soon stopped asking. She lifted the quilt a little further and saw the bruises of the pieces left behind by Hanweia on her waist. Her face sank as she climbed.

Though Mo could not see her face on the ground, she could also imagine what she saw and said with a little regret: "Yesterday Weia hung herself for too long, don't worry, I wiped the medicine and won't leave any marks on you. Next time I'll be careful not to hurt your body. ”

There was no sound behind her for a while. Nguyen Nightingale continued to wipe and the movement was obviously slighter. After a while she said: "... is it particularly painful? ”

“Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much anymore. ”

“I'll finish wiping it later and give you another pill.” Nguyen Nightingale said, turning the towel over the water again, twisting the towel and saying: “Stop lying down and turn around. ”

Mo looked over at her, revealing only half her head, and wrapped herself in a duvet, holding her chest: “Just wipe my back, I can do the rest myself. ”

Nguyen Nightshade saw her curl into a bunch, and then she reacted consciously. Her lips snapped up and laughed: “What are you shrinking for? This is my own body, what does it matter? I've washed it countless times since I was a kid. What does my body look like, I don't know? ”

She looked very natural, as if she really didn't care: "I changed your clothes yesterday in the car, too. What can this do? ”

The eyes revealed by Momo measured her from top to bottom and asked her again: "If so, what did you blush when I just took off my clothes? Aren't you used to seeing your own body long ago? Why are you blushing? Isn't that a paradox? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

“... I didn't.” Nguyen glanced sideways: “I turned my back, how can you still see my face? ”

“Red ears. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

"- [sic]“ To be honest. ”

Nguyen Nightshade looked around and said something else: “If it's really inconvenient, just wipe your back. Take your pills and get some sleep. I'll get you some water. ”

“You don't say, I don't take pills. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Nguyen had no choice but to say: "That is not a paradox. I am already used to my body, I can change your clothes yesterday, I can wipe your back just now, all I see in my eyes is my own body, I am changing my clothes myself, wipe my back, I feel nothing, so you don't have to feel anything. ”

“I don't feel anything.” The muffled voice in the quilt.

Nguyen looked at her helplessly and continued: “Anyway, I'm used to my body. As for you just seeing me... seeing me...”

“Red ears.” Mo saw her “saw” for half a day, didn't go on, so I helped her add.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Nguyen Nightingale is scared of herself. If she doesn't say it later, she really doesn't want to take the medicine. So what do you do? Just take a deep breath and continue saying: “You just saw me... my ears are red because I'm not used to you... undressing. ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen's ears are red again, but he immediately explained: “Don't worry, I didn't even look. You said not to look, I won't look. I just heard you say you were going to undress. I knew you were going to undress. Of course I'm not used to it. ”

Mo wrapped the quilt up again, covering the entire head.

Nguyen Nightingale didn't know why she was suddenly a little busy. She was anxious to pull her quilt. She tried to get her to come out and get some air. She said, "Don't be stuffy. If you catch a cold, keep the air flowing. ”

She lifted the corner of the quilt, revealed her face and looked at her.

Nguyen Nightingale also looked at her. “Your ears are red. ”

“Of course the duvet is red.” "You don't have red ears, either," said Momo. ”

So the two of them had red ears at the same time, relatively silent.

The author has something to say: I want to talk to you about something, and I want you to look at qaq.

Jin. Jiang has come up with a new ghost view in the past two days. All the articles on the website have been hung up on this. This is compulsively added by the system. It has nothing to do with my text, but there is no choice, and it cannot be left unattended. It really affects my writing mood, but there is no way.

Here I must strongly mediate and explain, I have written so many years, I think the girls who have been chasing my articles must also know me, when I wrote, the two female protagonists were each other, no matter what, what I wrote is the story between the two gentle women, give each other, nothing at all, Jin. Jiang still has to come out of the whole perspective, there is no choice, look at the really special diaphragm. That's what the system forcibly added, and it has nothing to do with the two articles I wrote.

By then, I hope that you can give an option not to display this perspective. If you want to choose this perspective, you can choose it. If you don't want to choose it, you can choose not to... My texts are indistinguishable. I don't need to divide these. It's really hard to be limited in perspective. QAQ even affects the writing of texts. I hope that we can add an option [Do not display perspective] to our indistinguishable authors.

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