Su Wu screamed "ah" like seeing a ghost, and quickly retreated backwards, even if the phone fell to the ground, she didn't bother to pick it up.

Her reaction was purely reflexive, but she forgot that she was now in a narrow hallway. The consequences of her taking a few steps back in a row were that she lost her balance with one foot in the air, leaned back, and saw that someone was about to fall down the stairs.

It's over, it's over! If you don't die this time, you're going to fall crippled!

At the critical moment, this was the only thought that came to Su Wu's mind.

Just when Su Wu thought that she would definitely roll down the stairs like a ball, she only felt a tightness in her arm, and a big hand grabbed her and stopped her from falling. Immediately afterward, another long, powerful arm wrapped around her waist.

After a dizzy spin, she crashed into a warm male body, the faint smell of tobacco wafting into her mouth and nose.

She gasped for breath, nervous, and her hands subconsciously tugged at the man's sleeves.

When she came to her senses, she found herself confined in a generous embrace.

The man's palm was firmly clasped around her waist, and through the soft fabric of the thin layer of clothing, she could clearly feel the temperature of his palm, which was burning the skin around her waist.

His other hand was tightly guarding the back of her head, and the pressure was so strong that her face had to press against his chest, leaving no gaps.

In the dark, she heard, and she didn't know whose heartbeat it was, "plopping and plopping" like a drum.

After a moment, the man exhaled, slowly relaxed the strength in his hand, and said slowly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Su Wu reacted suddenly, immediately let go of the hand that was gripping his clothes, widened the distance between him and him, and asked in a slurred manner, "Mu ...... Mr. Mu, you ...... How did you end up here? ”

Mu Zhengyao didn't answer Su Wu's words immediately, but bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground and handed it to her, asking, "Are you hurt?" ”

Su Wu hesitated for a moment, took the phone, and shook his head quickly: "No...... No. ”

Then she saw him turn and walk to her door, reach out and take the key she had inserted in the door, open it with a few clicks, and turn on the light in the room for her with a "snap".

Orange light poured out of the room, illuminating the dark hallway. In a soft, bright light, he stood straight at the door of her room and said to her, "It's too late, go home." ”

Su Wu looked at him, and his heart trembled slightly.

At this moment, she seemed to be suddenly less afraid of him, and she forgot the question she asked him why he was here, and even felt that his eyes were full of tenderness.

She has been an orphan since she was a child, and her longing for home and relatives is incomprehensible to ordinary people. She dreamed of having a home. At night, the lights of the small town are bright, but none of them are lit for her. Slowly, the more she longed, the more afraid she became of the dark.

She is a small grass that grows hard in the crevices of the rocks, which can only absorb the meager nutrients in the barren soil, but has to endure the tempering of the wind and rain and the scorching sun. After a lot of hardship, she finally grew up. Still, she was afraid of the dark and the cold.

She has a small night light in her bedroom, which stays up all night and stays all night. In the long dark night, that faint light could silently soothe her heart and make her feel a little warm.

In this way, at least when she wakes up, what she sees when she opens her eyes is not the black and cold that scares her and seems to have no end.

Now, suddenly, a man stood like a god in the gentle light of the water, and said to her, "It's too late, go home", how could she not be moved?

At that moment, the most longing, the most secret, and the softest part of her heart was deeply touched.

A layer of mist gradually filled Su Wu's eyes.

She never cries easily, because she knew from a young age that she was different from other children. Even if she cried, no one would come to comfort her. However, at this moment, somehow, the wetness in his eyes was about to be uncontrollable.

Aware of her gaffe, she quickly calmed down, blinking vigorously to force back the wetness in her eyes. She stepped forward as if nothing had happened, as if the fragility of that moment had never appeared.

However, before she took a step, the sudden pain in her ankle made her unable to help but pause.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhengyao supported her in time, and his tone was concerned.

"Good...... I think I twisted my foot......"

Mu Zhengyao's brows tightened, he squatted down to check it, raised his head, looked at her and said, "It's really twisted, it's already swollen." ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay, Hugh...... A night's rest should be fine. ”

Mu Zhengyao's brows tightened even tighter: "Is there any ice cubes at home?" ”

"No ......"

"Is there any bone-setting medicine?"

Su Wu shook his head again: "I've never broken my feet, and I don't fight with anyone, so ......"

Before she finished her words, she felt her body suddenly lose weight and was picked up in the air. By the time she reacted, she was already sitting on the couch in her living room.

"Wait a minute, don't move." A low and clear male voice sounded in his ears, and after Mu Zhengyao finished speaking, he walked out, took out the key and opened the door next door.

Su Wu watched his tall and slender back disappear into the house opposite, and slowly widened his eyes-

He, he, he...... How could he have the key next door?!

When Mu Zhengyao came out of the house, he already had an extra medicine box in his hand.

Under Su Wu's extremely surprised gaze, his face was calm, and he walked into Su Wu's house with calm steps, and closed the door with him.

Su Wu looked at him blankly. She...... She didn't seem to invite him in, did she?

She has always been alone and has long been accustomed to living alone. Su Wu really didn't think about the fact that there was suddenly an extra man in his room one day. But he was so tall and straight, she only felt that the small room had suddenly become a little low and cramped because of his presence, and the air was a little stuffy.

Mu Zhengyao didn't seem to see Su Wu's discomfort, so he naturally walked over and put the medicine box on the long table. He opened it, took out a bottle of medicinal oil, crouched down in front of her, and reached out to grab her feet.

Su Wu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously avoided his touch: "I'll come by myself!" ”

He glanced up at her, his eyes were deep and deep, and he spoke like a military order: "Sit down obediently, don't move." ”

His voice was obviously not loud, but his tone was unquestionable. Su Wu inexplicably heard the threat, and then looked at his cold and hard expression, she was very spineless and really didn't dare to move, let him lift his feet, take off his shoes and socks, and put them on his thighs.

Feeling the soft and firm touch, Su Wu was shocked, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

"Heh......" she smiled uncomfortably, "...... I'll do it myself, huh......"

Mu Zhengyao didn't seem to hear it, he didn't look at her, rolled up half of his sleeve, directly opened the medicinal oil and poured it into his palm, rubbed it twice, and pressed it directly on Su Wu's ankle.

Su Wu's body stiffened.

She has never been so "intimate" with any man, if in ancient times, Mu Zhengyao treated her like this, but skin to skin!

She is a very traditional girl and very conservative. Moreover, according to the customs in the small town, girls are not allowed to touch their feet by strange men, let alone ask for shoes from men.

When she was a child, she heard a saying that if a girl wears shoes given by a man, then nine times out of ten this girl will be entangled with this man in her life.

This thing sounds like it is rootless and mysterious, and it is impossible to know whether it is really Su Wu or not. But the problem is, where she is now...... Ahem......

Su Wu secretly looked at Mu Zhengyao, who was half-squatting in front of her.

His head was slightly bowed, his hair was short and dark, and his angular features, like a carving, looked deeper and more handsome in the light. His eyebrows were as dark as ink, and his eyelashes were black and long, slightly drooping, completely covering those narrow eyes. Under the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips are gently pursed, and the chin is clean and elegant.

His hands were dry and warm, and his fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined bones. The slightly calloused fingertips skillfully rubbed the red and swollen parts, looking focused and serious.

Su Wu had to admit that he was really good-looking, the kind of handsome and handsome that belongs to tough men.

However, his temperament is too cold and arrogant, like the wolf king on the top of the snowy mountain, which makes people dare not approach.

And she likes a gentle and elegant man. For example, Ning Caichen in "A Chinese Ghost Story" is very good, with a bookish atmosphere, gentle and infatuated.

Looking at Mu Zhengyao again, he didn't smile, it was as deep as a thousand-year-old ice, and there was really too much difference between the two.

But now, one of her feet was gently held in the palm of his hand, and the white soles of her feet contrasted sharply with the healthy wheat-colored skin of his arm.

Su Wu only felt a strange, scorching tingling sensation slowly spreading from the place where his fingers were pressing, spreading to her whole body.

She even felt a little hot at the base of her ears, and subconsciously moved her body.

Mu Zhengyao suddenly raised his head and looked at her at this time.

Looking at each other, his gaze was deep and deep, like the deep waters of the sea. It seems to be calm and waveless, but in fact, the waves are hidden, as if the next moment it will suddenly surge and flood, overwhelming her.

Her instincts tell her that this is a dangerous man!

Su Wu only glanced at him, and immediately twisted his face to the side uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze, and his fingers unconsciously circled on the sofa.

He stared at her restless fingers for a moment, then lowered his head again, and said slowly: "Bear with it a little longer, although it didn't hurt the bones, but the bruises should be rubbed away." ”

The deep and mellow voice is unexpectedly soft.

Su Wu was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

For a moment, neither of them spoke again.

The room was quiet, only the sound of his and her breathing.