Fast-traveling cannon fodder has become a heartthrob

Chu Yu got up from the sofa. I don't know if it was because of sleeping for a long time, but he always felt groggy. He didn't eat at night, and his stomach was always hurting like acupuncture.

Rubbing her hair casually, Chu Yu raised her eyes halfway, and went downstairs to eat something in the refrigerator to fill her stomach, and her stomach felt better.

Xing Zhuo lived on the third floor. The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and the darkness was like an endless abyss.

Chu Yu pressed his sore neck, wondering if Xing Zhuo had come back?
When she came to the door of Xing Zhuo's bedroom, Chu Yu knocked twice first, and waited for half a minute, but there was no movement inside. This not only made her wonder if Xing Zhuo was working overtime again and hadn't come back yet?

Subconsciously, he twisted the doorknob twice, but it was not locked, and it opened with one twist.

Chu Yu froze for a moment, the room was pitch black, only the faint light from the moon shining in through the window.

The lights were not turned on, so the man probably didn't come back either.

Chu Yu just glanced briefly, and just about to close the door and leave, the surrounding was exceptionally quiet, suddenly, Chu Yu stopped halfway through the door.

In the extremely empty and dead surroundings, she heard the sound of running water.

It came from the bedroom.

Without hesitation, Chu Yu immediately walked in and closed the door behind his back.

The light in the bathroom is on, the door is frosted, the warm yellow light can be clearly seen through the frosting, and the tall and strong figure of the man can also be vaguely seen.

Xing Zhuo is taking a bath.

Chu Yu turned on the light in the bedroom, and looked at the bedroom casually and boredly.

Chu Yu hadn't been to Xing Zhuo's room for several years. It seemed that she hadn't been here since the day she found out that Xing Zhuo was speaking ill of her behind her back.

After a rough look at it now, there is no difference from before. The color is monotonous and the European and American style is cold, which is not worth seeing.

Chu Yu just woke up, and the whole person was very energetic, and he couldn't relax at all. He looked left and right, touched left and right.

Xing Zhuo's room was dreadfully monotonous, with no brighter colors, black, white and gray, and even the quilt was black.

Just like Xing Zhuo himself, he is frigid.

When Chu Yu was wandering around, he saw a crack in the drawer of the bedside table, and saw a trace of color out of the corner of his eye.

This is the only different color in this room.

Out of curiosity, Chu Yu especially wanted to open the drawer to have a look, but felt that such behavior was impolite.

After struggling for a while, Chu Yu still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart. Besides, maybe if he found out Xing Zhuo's secret, he could threaten him well and ask him to release Xia Jinghuai from the psychiatric hospital.

Thinking of this, Chu Yu felt even less burdened.

He squatted down and opened the drawer.

There is a diary in the drawer, and a beautiful purple box with strange and delicate patterns on it, which looks gorgeous and extravagant.

Especially gaudy, not like Xing Zhuo's style.

Chu Yu knew that it was not good to peek at other people's diaries, so she took out the purple box.

Opening the box and seeing the contents clearly, the next moment, the expression on Chu Yu's face froze, her amber eyes widened slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart.

The delicate fingertips that were as pink as peach pollen tightly clenched the box in his hand, and the phalanx turned white.

Play wild, leave me alone~