That night, Konokawa Himisa had a very rare sleep.

Since Gin locked her up here, this was the first night he had not tormented her and let her have a good sleep.

Furukawa Hamisa was so tired after being tossed for so long. Although she seemed confused by Gin's abnormality today, she still obeyed her tired body and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Gin lost insomnia.

Pathological insomnia has not appeared on him for many years. The last time she had insomnia was so insomnia that she could not fall asleep was in the two years after her death.

He didn't feel guilty or missed her. He just simply...can't fall asleep.

But now she was lying beside him, sleeping quietly and docilely, although she still avoided her touch in her sleep, and habitually curled her body into a resistant sleeping position - but she had already returned to him.

Not even just back to him.

It seems to bring new surprises to yourself.

Gin realized almost instantly that she had subconsciously classified this incident as a "surprise".

This perception made him even more upset - this was another emotion that had not appeared in him for a long time.

Gin always felt that everything in his relationship could be vented with sex and love. He once wanted to take her back into his arms and continue what he had not done before.

But something was stopping him.

His body was yelling to vent, but something more important was stopping his recklessness.

He couldn't lie down on the bed anymore, so he turned over and got up, walked to the window, took out a cigarette box and wanted to smoke one.

But he almost subconsciously remembered that the people in bed didn't like the smell of smoke, and the smell of smoke was not good for her body....

He then wanted to open the window to spread the smell and then suck it, but the next moment he remembered her and was afraid of the cold.

Even though she was wrapped in the quilt, she was trembling all over her body, and it instantly appeared in his mind.

Gin became even more irritable.

He picked up his coat, lowered his footsteps and walked out of the door.

The night wind in Kyushu is no different from that in Tokyo. It is also the biting cold since the beginning of winter, but the low temperature has not yet subsided his inexplicable anxiety.

He stood outside the house for a long time until he unconsciously finished smoking the whole package of newly opened cigarettes, and sporadic cigarette butts scattered all over the ground, which clearly showed his upset mood.

Gin turned around and walked into the house, but the smell of smoke on his body was remembered when he opened the door.

He took off his coat from the outer room and reached out to open the door of Furukawa Kuamisa's room.

A second before he pushed open the door, many ideas flashed through his mind.

For example, will all this be in that woman's plan? From beginning to end, even the discomfort that had just been unconsciously revealed was a script she carefully compiled, just to relax his vigilance, disrupt his emotions, and thus create a chance to escape.

He never despises anyone, whether it is an opponent, or...

The door opened silently, and the moonlight poured in from the gaps in the curtains, placing a layer of frost-colored shadow on the bed.

She lay quietly on the bed, and during the period when he was out, she didn't even turn over her body.

There was no escape, no calculation, no illusion he thought.

He took a lighter pace and walked towards the bed.

When he was squatting beside the bed, something suddenly hurt in his pocket. He reached out and touched it and it was an injection.

He suddenly remembered that he forgot to inject her with a relaxant tonight.

He took out the injection, squatted beside her bed, and reached out to lift her long loose hair.

The marks he engraved were dotted on her neck, either deep or shallow, and there were traces of deepening in some places, all of which were his marks.

The moment the needle was inserted into the skin, she suddenly moved uneasy.

She was in a coma due to exhaustion on the night before, and when she lost consciousness, she didn't even react to the injections she had.

She slept peacefully tonight, but instead treated her

The abnormal movements in the world are more sensitive.

The stinging pain on her neck made her struggle, and he reached out to hold her and pushed the needle deeper into it.

She seemed to murmur in a vague way: "...Don't..."

The two words he heard the most frequently in her mouth in the past half month, and he had long been indifferent.

He pressed her body, preventing her from breaking away, and pushed the liquid in the syringe bit by bit.

She wrinkled her nose and continued to murmur: "Don't...smoke..."

Gin's hand holding the needle was slightly beaten, but she pushed all the medicine into her neck.

He realized that he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes outside, and the smell was not dissipated by taking off a coat.

He pulled the quilt that had slipped down while she was struggling, got up and walked to the bathroom.

When he walked out again, all the smoke had faded from Gin's body, leaving only the smell of water vapor and bath liquid.

He lay beside her and reached out to hold her into his arms.

She did not react violently this time, but just moved for a few moments and continued to sleep in his arms.

Gin was still not sleepy, but those inexplicable irritability were gradually soothed in her shallow breath.

He held her in his arms, listened to his steady breathing, and lay quietly all night.

The next day, Furukawa Hirasa was awakened by the dazzling morning light.

Speaking of which, she had almost never woken up in the morning in the past half month. The fatigue of the previous night always made her wake up in the afternoon, and whenever that time, Gin probably had already gone out.

This was the first time she saw him when she woke up.

Gin looked at her confused look when she had just woken up and said lightly: "Are you awake?"

Furukawa Hirasa unconsciously "ah".

His arm was still wrapped around her waist, and now he gently put it back, "Get up and have a meal."

When she heard about eating, she subconsciously frowned, "No, I don't have an appetite..."

He then spoke with the flow: "A doctor will come to check it out later."

She gradually woke up and heard his words, her eyes shone coldly, "What are you checking? What's going on with my body? Don't you know?"

What she said was mostly about him drugging her - she seemed to be ignorant of everything.

Gin ignored her ridicule and just pulled her up a little tough, "It will be cold if you don't eat any food."

Furukawa Hiramisa didn't care at all: "I eat cold every day."

The person who delivered the meal never dared to disturb her. Every time she woke up slowly, the dishes on the table were almost cold, and she was not interested in asking others to warm up the food for her, so she just ate it.

Gin's face darkened a little: "I'll watch you eat from now on."

Furukawa Hiramisa put down the spoon in her hand, and her face looked bad, "What do you mean? You will stay here during the day in the future?"

The resistance of her words was too obvious, and she felt that it might anger Gin when she said that she could irritate her lips, and raised her eyes to look at him.

But he did not react in an abnormal manner, just pressing her to finish her breakfast. Even if she felt nauseous and uncomfortable in the middle, he waited patiently for her to recover and continued to watch her eat breakfast.

After the meal, Furukawa Kumisa was already very tired. She just wanted to stay away from Gin and then retracted to the bed.

"I'll sleep for a while."

Gin asked, "I'm very tired recently?"

She was sneered in the quilt, as if asking, "Why ask such an obvious question?"

Gin did not force her to answer, but just sat quietly at the table, listening to her calm breathing as she fell asleep again, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Half an hour later, the elderly doctor came to the door with some regular examination equipment, and Gin personally opened the door, which scared him.

He made a quiet gesture, and the doctor stopped talking.

He is a person who cherishes his life and doesn't say a word about what he shouldn't ask. He quietly finished the examination of the "Sleeping Beauty" on the bed and left the door.

"Blood test

I will send the report to your phone in two hours.”

When Gin returned to the room, Furukawa Hiyasa had woken up. She sat up and leaned on the bed, looking at Gin with a look of ugly expression.

"...What's the use of you want my blood?" She was awakened by the feeling of the blood-drawing hour needle, but she seemed to have opened her brains to a strange place again.

Gin didn't answer, but just sat on the bed.

Furukawa Himisa suddenly showed vigilance and leaned back with the quilt: "What are you doing?...It's daytime now..."

After saying that, he realized how ridiculous he was - Gin didn't care whether it was day or night.

But Gin just got on the bed in a regular manner, then carried her into her arms and lay down without doing anything out of the ordinary.

Even the arms that were holding her were tightened, which was not as strong as before.

"sleep."

Furukawa Hiyasa subconsciously wanted to make a few sarcastic words, but she knew that she had just punched the cotton, so she stopped talking, turned her back to him, and closed her eyes again.
To be continued...