And her gaze fell on his back. Zhuo was lying on his side, his back facing her.

"This hurts... Why does it look like a burn?" Yao Rong squatted down, hesitated for a few seconds, and reached out to touch it.

The man's broad back, bronzed skin, seemed to be God's perfect masterpiece, but his back, a burn mark, spread over a third of his back, and it looked hideous and terrifying, like an oversized centipede clinging to his flesh.

Yao Rong's fingertips caressed his back.

"It must hurt, doesn't it?" she muttered to herself.

She and Zhuo Song have no intersection in life. Every time it was a chance encounter, strange things happened, which made the two seem to get closer and closer, but they were like strangers, and they didn't understand each other at all.

"Ahh Yao Rong touched his back, Zhuo Song suddenly turned over, grabbed her wrist, pulled her hard, and pulled her into his arms.

She was suddenly grabbed by Zhuo Song and pulled into her arms, and she threw herself into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Yao Rong lay in his arms, reaching out and tapping his shoulder.

Zhuo Song's deep dark eyes were full of smiles, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "You seem to be very distressed?"

"What nonsense? Let go of me. Yao Rong said sharply, and she pushed him violently.

Zhuo Song didn't force it, let go of her, Yao Rong took half a step back, keeping a distance from him.

"Did it scare you last night?" Zhuo struggled, sat up, walked out of bed barefoot, opened the closet, took a black shirt, and quickly put it on.

Yao Rong stood there, watching him go to open the wardrobe, and the injury on his back made her puzzled.

"Is your injury burned?" Yao Rong wanted to make sure of something.

Zhuo Zhao clasped the fingertips of the buttons, paused, didn't look up at her, walked to get her a bottle of drink and handed it over, and said, "Small injury, don't get in the way." ”

Yao Rong took the drink and didn't drink it.

"Since you're okay, then I'll go. Yao Rong said, looking at him with gauze on his forehead, his face was pale, but he was in good spirits.

She was at home last night and didn't sleep all night.

Thinking of Zhuo Song's actions, it really affected her.

In order to keep her innocence, he actually knocked himself unconscious with a brick, an act that was almost repeated in her dreams...

"I'll send you. Zhuo Song didn't keep her either.

He looked out the window and asked the water about the demonic face, almost stuck there, wanting to see the gossip.

Zhuo Song stretched out his hand and pulled up the curtains, blocking the curious gossip of Wen Shui.

Yao Rong walked out, Zhuo Song followed behind her, and when she was about to get into the car, he reached out and clasped her wrist, looked at her hand and said, "Bracelet, remember to wear it." ”

"Why do you wear it? You're not my man. Yao Rong raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, don't be a sister, why do you bear with me?

Zhuo Song listened, he chuckled lowly, stared at her little face and said, "This is me and you, if I want..."

As he spoke, he turned around and pressed her to the side of the car, clasped her waist with his big palm, pulled her into his arms with a hard pull, and pressed his lips to her ear: "I'm using force on you now, like last night... What we are doing in the car seems to be going deeper. ”

"You dare?" Yao Rong listened and said sharply.

Zhuo pouted, smiled heartily and said, "What do you say?"

Yao Rong blushed, pushed him away, got into the car, and drove away.

Watching her leave, Zhuo Song took half a step back while holding his chest, asked Shui Chong to come out, and helped him to say, "You are a good man who takes your life to pick up a girl? ”

"I'm fine. Zhuo clutched his chest, very uncomfortable.

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