Fast-traveling cannon fodder has become a heartthrob

Chapter 63 Seagulls no longer love the sea, they can fly farther (65)

"Xing Zhuo! You imprisoned me like this. Believe it or not, I will tell my dad and I will let him drive you out of the Chu family!"

"Don't touch me!"

"Xing Zhuo! Get the hell out of here—"

There were crackling sounds and swearing in the ward. The bodyguards stood at the door with their heads lowered, pretending to block their hearing. No one dared to rush in to see the situation.

Xing Zhuo pinched Chu Yu's fragile and slender neck, hot molten liquid rolled in his eyes, his thin lips touched the tips of his white jade ears, and his tone was gentle: "Young master, please be more obedient? Don't be so capricious... ..."

Snapped--

Xing Zhuo turned his head away, and a clear palm print soon appeared on the fair right face, which was enough to see how much effort she had put in.

At that moment, the temperature in the ward seemed to drop rapidly, but when Xing Zhuo turned his head, everything returned to normal.

It's just that the pupils of the eyes are dark and bottomless.

Chu Yu raised his hand and wanted to slap him, but Xing Zhuo grabbed him in mid-air, and the veins on the back of his hand stretched.

The dew-stained lilies had already been thrown on the ground, with a few petals falling off and trampled on a few times. They were no longer as pure and clean as they were at the beginning.

No one paid attention to the lilies on the ground.

Xing Zhuo laughed lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Young master is still so bad."

Chu Yu was suffocated by his gaze, as if being coldly stared at by a ferocious beast.

In the next second, a bad premonition struck, but it was too late.

With a pain in the back of her neck, Chu Yu's eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.

A second before closing his eyes, what Chu Yu saw was the man's palm print on his face. At that time, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice and snow, full of chill.

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There was a lot of commotion in the ward two days ago, almost all the things in the ward were smashed, and there was no place to stay.

The bodyguards guarding the door were terrified, and every time Xing Zhuo went in, he didn't get any benefits. Basically, every time he came out, he either got a slap on his face, or had thin scratches, and he was always clean and tidy. The wrinkled suit was also torn into a mess.

Xing Zhuo's expression was even more ugly, his already indifferent face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month mixed with slag ice, and the slag was blowing, making people shiver all over.

The bodyguards looked at their noses and their hearts, pretending that they didn't see or hear anything, just like wooden men.

After two days of trouble, the back ward became strangely quiet.

It's kind of abnormal to be quiet.

Xing Zhuo's dark complexion didn't improve because of the quietness of the ward, and it became even more gloomy.

Until Chu Yu fainted.

At that time it was still in the middle of the night, Xing Zhuo was socializing very late and drank a bottle of wine, and because Chu Yu had been on a hunger strike for the past few days, he only took glucose.

Late at night, dark night with no stars.

There were hurried footsteps in the hospital, and people turned on their backs.

It wasn't until it was almost dawn that the movement slowly subsided.

Half asleep and half awake, Chu Yu seemed to hear the voice of the quarrel, which was not very real. She wanted to listen carefully to what the other party was saying, but her mind was dizzy, her stomach hurt badly, and she fell asleep again in a daze. past.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yu woke up slowly.

It was still midnight at that time, the ward was pitch black, and the moon outside the window shone in with a silver light. She thought that there was no one in the ward, but she felt an extremely scorching gaze, and turned her head suspiciously.

On the sofa not far away, there seemed to be a tall black shadow. The other party didn't seem to notice that she was waking up and was lighting a lighter. Never ignited.

After trying several times, the lighter gave off a blue-red flame, lit the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and burned a subtle flame in the dark.

The small flame illuminated the man's chin.

Chu Yu had already guessed who the opponent was.

It's Xing Zhuo.

Still a little angry, Chu Yu turned her head, unwilling to look at him.

But her small movements seemed to startle the sensitive man.

The man stood up, and after a while, there were light and steady footsteps in the silent ward.

Half of Chu Yu's face was sunk in the soft pillow, staring at the void with his eyes open.

The footsteps stopped beside the hospital bed.

Chu Yu seemed to hear the man's suppressed and slightly rapid breathing in the dark, which was exceptionally clear.

I don't know how long I stood there, and when Chu Yu was about to fall asleep, a slightly rough and broad palm stroked her hair, and then touched her ear.

Touch her face little by little.

The calluses on the palm were very abrasive, and Chu Yu felt her face hurt a little.

The man seemed to be bending down, and the sound of scalding breathing was spraying on his ears, it was very itchy, Chu Yu couldn't help shrinking his shoulders slightly.

A man's deep and gentle voice came from next to my ear, "Master, is it still hurting?"

Chu Yu was sullen and kept silent.

Her thick eyelashes trembled, her skin was as white as falling snow, her black hair fell on the pillow, her shoulders were thin and thin, and the back of her neck was snow-white.

Xing Zhuo's heart beat suddenly, almost beating for a moment.

Chu Yu ignored him, Xing Zhuo was not angry, as if he had put on a gentle mask again, almost his whole body was about to be pressed on Chu Yu's body.

The man said softly, "Young master, don't be as knowledgeable as someone like me."

"—Talk to me, it's too quiet."

The man's thin lips pressed against Chu Yu's ears, the breath he exhaled was hot and hot, and his voice was hoarse.

He knew that Chu Yu was not asleep, so he stroked Chu Yu's hair tenderly and lovingly, and his thin lips pressed against her ears and neck, extremely softly.

It's like a dragon carefully guarding its hard-won treasure.

Chu Yu moved a bit, without turning her head, her voice was hoarse and impatient.

"go out."

Xing Zhuo seemed to smile, raised one hand to support Chu Yu's face, and turned that face to face him, face to face, with his forehead touching Chu Yu's forehead affectionately.

Chu Yu heard the man's low voice, which seemed to be carrying some emotion, with a gentle tone.

"Young master, I don't want to go out, I want to be by your side."

"Didn't the young master fear sleeping alone the most when he was a child?"

"The young master is afraid of the dark, but if I am here, the young master will not be afraid."

Chu Yu turned her face away in embarrassment, but she still couldn't escape the man's generous palm, and the ends of her beautiful eyes evoked a smoky red.

She has a thin skin in some ways.

　Hand over your tickets~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)