Chapter 722: New World 8

Bai Tu pushed away Hanshu's face and kept a distance from him, "Promised?" ”

Han Shufu pulled her back into his arms again, kissed her and buried her face again in her neck socket, "Hmm." ”

He hugged her and almost shrunk into a ball, and his body temperature was much lower than that of ordinary people, Bai Tu couldn't help but think that he was for warmth, and rubbed him with pity, and quietly increased the heat emitted with the help of his ability.

After several worlds, her abilities were able to heal not only herself, but also others, as well as develop other functions.

In the last world, she healed Su Mei, and although she had no memory, she could subconsciously know exactly how to use it.

It's inevitable that using abilities in someone else's body can be unfamiliar, but traveling through several worlds has found some tricks, and if you don't get proficient, at least you won't oversleep for days.

"It's warm."

Han Shu sighed, only to feel that the person in his arms was warmer, warm like a stove, and it must be very comfortable to hold in the bed.

As soon as he thought of it, he stuffed Bai Tu into the quilt and got in, hugged her and let out a comfortable sigh.

There was only the sound of the two of them breathing and heartbeat in his ears, and he actually felt the taste of the quiet years for a long time, and he felt funny in his heart.

Lowering his eyes, Bai Tu was already asleep, his dark and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, his porcelain white face showed a healthy flush, and the tips of his ears were also dyed a little pink, which was cute, and his cherry lips closed one by one with his breath.

Han Shu's red eyes darkened instantly, his breathing became rapid, and there was a strong interest in his eyes.

The nurse came on time at nine o'clock to deliver the medicine, but she did not leave after Bai Tu pretended to take the medicine, but stared at Bai Tu's bed and said:

"Bed 37, please go to bed."

White Tu: ?

She looked at Hanshu, who shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.

Bai Tu lay down on Hanshu's bed, covered the quilt and said, "I slept." ”

The nurse didn't buy it, "Bed 37, please go to bed." ”

Bai Tu grinded her back molars, broke the hand on her waist and was about to climb back to her bed, Han Shu grabbed her hard and hugged her again, and even took her to bed No. 37 together, covered with the quilt and looked at the nurse defiantly.

The nurse stared at them for two seconds, then turned and walked away.

White Paint: "......"

Is this the use of privilege?

Depressed, he buried his face in Hanshu's chest and listened to the slow heartbeat in his chest.

Hanshu touched her head, "Sleep, those things won't come out until ten o'clock." ”

"Hmm."

Han Shu rested his chin on the top of Bai Tu's head and said, "Maybe you'll be in a strange place when you wake up." ”

The sudden sleepiness made her unable to hear Hanshu's words, and she lost consciousness as if she was unconscious.

Knock, knock, knock –

Bai Tu was woken up, and when she woke up, she found that she was not in the bed, not in Hanshu's arms, but in a cold and small space, in an iron cabinet, like a locker.

She clearly remembered sleeping in the same bed as Hanshu, but she was now in the cupboard.

It seems that the comfort zone has long been no longer a comfort zone.

Realizing this, she began to worry about Hanshu, who was not around.

Where is he and will there be any danger?

She didn't remember what Hanshu said, and her heart was heavy.

Bai Tu huddled in the small space with her legs, pushed her hand left and right, the opening was on her right hand, the cabinet was locked, and she couldn't open a gap even if she pushed hard.

But out of the way.

Her hand lifted, and her elbow slammed into the locks of the cabinet.

Knock, knock, knock –

Strange voices came again, closer than before.

The hand stopped in mid-air, and Bai Tu held his breath and remained motionless.

Knock, knock, knock –

It's closer.

She heard voices ringing outside the cupboard.

Knock, knock, knock –

It was as if it was knocking on her heart.