Chapter 816 Born for You (5)

From the forehead to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, to the chin, large areas of skin were all covered with burn marks, which spread all the way to the lower part of the neck.

His ears are also slightly twisted, like plastic bottoms that have been burned by fire, curling and deforming.

The plot in the computer was frozen again. His deep eyes stared at it quietly, and his fingers slowly retracted.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could clearly hear the sounds of vehicles passing by outside.

On the one-meter-two single bed, the quilt was neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.

The wardrobe next to it is also old and has a faint yellow tint.

The man sat in front of the computer for a while, then lowered his eyes and stood up.

Not eating for a day made his head feel dizzy, as if he was about to collapse in the next second.

He is tall but thin, his arms are long and white, his fingers are clean, and he has a refreshing soapy scent.

He clutched his stomach, hunger making his stomach cramp again, like a bundle of ropes, tightly twisted together.

The pain first surged up slowly like a trickle of water, and then hit like a violent storm.

When his stomach throbbed violently, the man bent his waist slightly physiologically and curled his fingers into fists.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and did not make a sound. In the dim room, only his beautifully curved jawline could be seen clearly, which was as perfect as a work of art created by God himself.

He put on his slippers and walked out slowly.

I took a glass of cold water in the dark living room and drank it.

This seems to be a behavior he has become accustomed to. Even if the lights are not turned on in the living room, he can still find the water dispenser calmly.

After drinking a glass of cold water, I finally had a little something in my stomach.

Although, it is cold.

The stomach pain was slightly relieved, but it was of no use.

Because after drinking something cold, the stomach pain would come back after a while, oppressing his already turbid nerves again.

I opened the refrigerator. It was cold, but there were no ingredients left in it.

There was only a handful of wilted green onions, a tomato with a slightly rotten surface, and the last bit of dried noodles.

This is not enough for an adult man.

He took a look, then took out the rest, opened the pot, and cooked the noodles.

When the lights were turned on, the entire small apartment came into full view.

The man lived alone. Although the apartment was small, everything was neatly packed and extremely simple.

Wearing slippers, he was boiling water and adding ingredients in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

Even though his stomach hurt badly, his face remained expressionless, as if he was numb.

The water was boiling in the small pot, and it quickly boiled.

Hot steam came out of the pot and enveloped the man's fair face, as if everything was invisible. He only felt like an angel descending from the sky, incredibly pure.

His eyelashes are very long, thick and slender, and his eyes are as deep as black stones and extremely calm.

The noodles in the pot softened quickly and floated on the water, frothing gurglingly.

He stared at the water, as if he was looking at the familiar face, but in fact he seemed to be in a daze.

He was motionless, like a wooden man.

In the living room, the hour hand stopped at the seventh mark.