The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 28 The Clingy Little Milk Bag He's Very Milky (28)

The long eyelashes were drooping, and the gloomy-looking young man heard Detonator's words, and slowly raised his head, looking at Detonator with his dark pupils, confused and empty.

she's gone...

Su Wu wanted to speak and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

He hadn't spoken for so long that he had forgotten how to speak.

He was a little anxious, and he raised his hand helplessly, his snow-white fingertips showed a trace of sickly pallor, and he tightly grasped the sleeve of the detonator.

The young man's delicate face was pale, and there was a hint of sadness in his clear and handsome eyes, which made him look very pitiful.

This was the first time that Su Wu approached the detonator on his own initiative, and the detonator who was pulled by Su Wu's sleeve was full of shock.

He froze, suddenly at a loss, and asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

Looking at the incomprehensible Detonator, Su Wu lowered his head in a gloomy manner, and let go of his fingertips that were clenched tightly on his sleeves.

Su Wu returned to the room, and continued to lock himself in the room silently.

Housekeeper Lei didn't understand what was going on, so he followed, and when he was about to open the door, he realized that Su Wu had locked the door again.

Housekeeper Lei suddenly panicked, knocked on the door quickly, and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? Open the door!"

There was dead silence inside.

Housekeeper Lei was very anxious, the young master didn't eat anything last night, and now he shut himself in the room again, how could he survive!
Manager Dei was extremely anxious, he knocked on the door and said, "Master, you open the door first, shall we treat the wound?"

When the young master got out of bed, he must have pulled out the needle directly.The young master's body was already fragile, and he didn't know how much blood he would bleed.

Housekeeper Dei waited at the door for a long while, but he didn't hear any movement from inside. Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to turn around and look for the spare key of this room.

But who knew, Su Wu actually locked the door behind him this time.

The detonator couldn't open the door, and he was anxious like ants on a hot pot.He had no choice but to call Su Yin.

The young master has a delicate body, and now his mood is starting to become unstable again, and he doesn't know if he will do anything to hurt himself.

Must call and tell sir first.

But at this moment in the room, the room was dark, and a thin figure curled up silently in the corner beside the bed.

He hugged his knees tightly, and on the back of his left hand, he pulled out the needle hastily and did not press it in time, which caused blood to flow out, but fortunately, it was not a lot, and the blood that flowed out had already dried up.

The boy seemed to be unable to feel the pain, his dark pupils stared blankly ahead.

His eyes were a little red, and the ends of his eyes were even more pitiful.

Just like that, curled up in the corner, staring blankly at the painting on the stand in front of him.

His pale and feeble fingertips moved suddenly, and his hollow pupils seemed to be gradually regaining consciousness, gradually gaining a touch of focus.

Su Wu stared blankly at the paintings on the stand, black and white, gray, clean, empty and depressing.

He remembered that she didn't like it.

She likes... red?
The red is flamboyant and delicate, just like that long dress, like the scorching sun.

Su Wu got out of bed, walked to the easel, bent down and picked up the paintbrush that had been thrown on the ground earlier.

Sitting in front of the easel, he wanted to start writing, but stopped in a daze.

He, no red paint.

Suddenly, the pale and delicate young man lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and his dull eyes slowly fell on the back of his bloodless hand, which was printed with dried and mottled blood.

(End of this chapter)