Even though he has already experienced 8 planes, Yun Chu has a natural flaw in terms of feelings.

But just now, although she didn't understand, she also realized that she was not doing it right.

What's more, that person is a metaphor, and such a temptation to step on the bottom line should not be.

Yun Chu grabbed Rong Sui's wrist, "Follow me." ”

Rong Sui squinted his eyes, the wound was still dripping with blood, he didn't seem to feel the pain, lowered his eyes, and looked at the wrist that was being held.

"Where?" He barely had the strength to speak.

Squinting his eyes, his mood is the same as wine, and he is too drunk to do it.

"Room." Yun Chu lowered his eyes and pulled up Rong Sui, pulled out the chair for him, and his fingers clenched his wrist.

"Your room." Yun Chu added.

Rong Sui calmed his eyes, paused slightly, and then indulged alcohol to numb his brain, no longer thinking, no longer speculating.

Everything is empty with alcohol.

Yun Chu asked him, "Is it the room before?" ”

Hearing the voice, Rong Sui only lowered his head and glanced at Yun Chu.

didn't answer, Yun Chu took it as a default.

Go back the way you came, through the cloister garden, the pavilions, and finally get lost.

Rong Sui followed the Queen Mother around a few times, and the bony hand reached out and pressed her arm.

"Follow me." He whispered.

Yun Chu raised his eyebrows, the drunk beauty, her voice was soft, her eyebrows were clear, and she was a little innocent.

She went from being a leader to being a road idiot who was led the way.

During this period, Yun Chu checked Rong Sui's wound, and it was no longer bleeding, but the white side of his neck was stained red with a small patch.

Going around and around, I returned to the courtyard where we first met.

There were dead leaves in the courtyard, and they were not deliberately cleaned up, and a desolate feeling came to my heart with a faint wind.

Rong Sui led Yun Chu into the room.

Monotonous layout, only one bookshelf, a pair of tables and chairs.

"Study?" Yun Chu looked at Rong Sui.

The other party did not answer, and acquiesced. E-book bar

The slender fingers slowly retracted, and instead of stopping, they walked to the bookshelf.

He reached out and gently pushed open the bookshelf, revealing a hidden secret door.

Yun Chu was slightly stunned.

Is it because you're drunk? Why is it so defenseless in front of her?

Yun Chu didn't want to continue guessing, he had already made a mistake once, and he couldn't have a second time.

Rong Sui glanced back at Yun Chu, then turned around and entered the dark room.

The door was not closed, apparently reserved for her.

Since he let her know that there is a secret door here, he is ready not to hide it.

Without thinking about it, Yun Chu walked into the secret door and was surrounded by black for a moment.

A short corridor ends in a candlelit room.

There is a small single bed, table, chairs, bookcase, and all kinds of old knick-knacks.

Compared with the study outside, there is a little more warmth here.

Rong Sui opened the drawer and took out a circle of gauze and a small medicine bottle.

He didn't have any emotions in his mood, tilted his head sideways, raised his hand indifferently, and relied on himself, scattering the medicine powder indiscriminately near the wound.

Yun Chu stepped forward and took the bandage from his hand.

Neither of them spoke.

Yun Chu lowered his eyes, and his fingertips lightly rested on the back of Rong Sui's neck.

The slightly cool fingertips slid over the cervical vertebrae, and Rong Sui's body stiffened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a gentle force on the wound that slowly wiped the powder evenly.

Gentle and gentle, with a little warmth.

Rong Sui's gaze was slightly dazed, and he thought of another person.

He lowered his eyes, covering his reddish sockets, and stopped thinking about it.

After wiping the medicine, Yun Chu took off a bandage and wrapped it around him.

The white bandage was snow-white, reflecting a little bit of rose-like blood.

After wrapping, Yun Chu withdrew his hand, and his white fingertips were also dyed red.