It has completely fallen apart and is scrapped.
“Bang.” There was a loud crash.
The bamboo bed fell to the ground, and the two of them fell heavily with it.
In the morning, Paige’s head hit Enrico’s arm, and she was in pain all over.
“…”
Paige was speechless.
She had already said that the bed was not suitable for sleeping, but it still caused trouble.
She looked at the man next to her with side eyes.
Enrico immediately embraced her, and as he was checking on her, he met her displeased gaze. His gaze froze, and he followed the flow of events, lying on the broken bamboo bed. He raised his hand and pressed it against his shoulder, gasping in cold air, and frowned, saying, “It hurts…”
“Enrico, are you faking it?” Paige asked doubtfully.
“Then just pretend I’m faking it. It’s fine, I can hold on.” Enrico closed his eyes in pain and exhaled slowly.
It looked like it really hurt.
Paige looked at him doubtfully, then reached out and pulled his collar open, where she saw a little bloodstain had stuck to the collar, the blood congealed and it was impossible to tear it off.
This was obviously the blood from last night.
“Who told you to shoot,” Paige couldn’t help but complain.
“I didn’t shoot,” Enrico still denied.
“I’m a normal person, I have the ability to tell the difference.” Paige looked at his injury, her voice softening involuntarily, and she didn’t care, ‘Get up, let’s find somewhere to reapply the medicine.”
“We’re going back already?’ Enrico said with some dissatisfaction, staring at her eyebrows and eyes, and he had only touched his waist twice.
“What else? Hurry up, get up, I still have some important business to attend to,” Paige said, reaching out to pull him, holding his arm to help him up.
“I can’t get up. Let me have a kiss first,” Enrico said, refusing to get up.
“…”
Paige looked at him helplessly. If she didn’t see that he was really hurt, she would have thrown him out the window.
She tried to pull him up again, but he pulled her into his arms.
Paige was not well-protected, and she fell onto his chest.
She struggled to get up, but Enrico reached around her and kissed her pale ear, his tongue flicking out. His voice was hoarse and sexy, “Paige, I need pain relief, I’m in so much pain.”
“I don’t have any painkillers on me,” Paige struggled again.
Enrico lay on the bamboo bed, slightly tilted, bent one leg, and looked down at the person who was completely pressed against him with an ambiguous sweep of his eyes. He deliberately pressed his voice, “You forgot, I told you, there is a way to temporarily make someone forget the pain.”
Upon hearing this, Paige’s ears could not help but flush.
How could she forget!
It was etched in her mind.
But is it too shameless to use this pain relief method even though he has a broken bone?
Enrico looked at her red ears, which set off her whole face, and he had a sudden thought. He lowered his head and was about to kiss her.
Paige tilted her head to the side to avoid it, “Enrico, this is not a good place.”
He really can do it anytime, anywhere…
“I can’t think of any place you’ve been that’s not a good place.”
Enrico leisurely put his arms around her and lowered his head to kiss her cheek.
“My house is not very sturdy either,” she said, trying to find an excuse.
Enrico chuckled, “Even if it’s not sturdy, it can’t collapse just like that, can it?”
Five minutes later.
“Bang.” The three-story shack collapsed with a loud noise.
The billowing smoke filled the air, as if a grenade had been exploded under the blue sky and white clouds.
All kinds of old wooden boards were scattered all over the place.
Bastion knew he had to leave, so he was in his own house, packing up some of his sentimental belongings when he suddenly heard a loud noise. He was so scared that he shrunk, and then hurriedly ran outside.
The thin and small teenager stood in the broken light, squinting as he looked forward.
The rolling dust filled the air.
Suddenly, two figures holding hands slowly walked out of the smoke.
Enrico had one arm around Paige and was using a wooden plank to shield her head from the dust.
Paige was hiding under his protection, and her whole body felt like she had rolled around in the mud, coughing heavily.
The dust was flying wildly.
It was a miserable sight, but Bastion was transfixed.
He found it beautiful.
Incredibly beautiful.
While Bastion was deeply moved, Paige was not. She was just embarrassed.
After escaping the billowing dust, she pushed Enrico away and patted her hair, sending wood shavings and dust all over the floor.
“How’s that? Does anything hurt?” Enrico patted the T-shirt on her body.
Paige wanted to give him a couple of kicks, but when she looked up, she saw that the blood on his shoulder had turned darker. “I don’t think you want to heal that broken bone.”
“…”
She still glared at him.
It had only been five minutes, and he hadn’t even had time to do anything before the house collapsed. Could he be blamed?
Was the house just not meant for him? Nothing would have happened if he hadn’t come, but as soon as he did, the bed collapsed and so did the room.
Enrico was very depressed, but he didn’t show it. With one hand holding the wooden board, he started to dust her off with the other.
In the end, he simply squatted down to dust the hem of her pants.
And he was in a terrible state, covered in soot.
Paige really couldn’t lose her temper in this posture.
She looked down at the wooden board in his hand and asked, “What were you doing suddenly going back to grab a wooden board?”
Even if it was just a shack made of planks, if it collapsed, it could kill someone. He actually ran out and went back.
On hearing this, Enrico looked up at her with very deep eyes.
Paige suddenly understood something and bent down to pick up the plank in her hand and turned it over.
Sure enough.
It was the painting she had hung in her room, and she had pasted it onto the plank.
“I want to frame it,” Enrico said, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s just a painting,” she said, looking at him.
“It’s mine too!” Enrico stood up and took the board from her, placing it by his side.
“…”
Paige’s anger completely dissipated, and she raised her hand to pat the dust off him, before looking back at the billowing smoke behind her, which was rushing towards the sky, and feeling a little sad.
Maybe it was all destined.
It was destined to end in such an absurd way.
…
The two of them returned to the tent area, holding hands.
Paige was going to wash up and change clothes first, but as soon as she arrived, she saw everyone gathered together, standing closely together, all eyes on them.
In the center of the crowd was a rocking chair, with Master Chris sitting on it, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, quietly watching the two of them.
Next to him was Alfredo, who had changed into clean clothes. He was sitting on a chair, looking a little sickly and listless. Kevin was standing next to him. His handsome face was white in the sunlight, and the two of them were looking at her with complicated expressions in their eyes.
Uncle Artie was standing there holding Bastion’s hand. It was hard to describe the look in their eyes.
“…” Why did she feel that the atmosphere was not quite right?
Paige glanced at Enrico, but Enrico looked unimpressed and led her away.