Mu Nian stood on tiptoe, slowly came to the ground floor, and looked condescendingly.

Gong Yu was lying flat, his face exposed outside the quilt, and his long ink-colored hair was scattered casually, blending into the night.

In the dark night, Mu Nian couldn't see Gong Yu's expression clearly, he could only vaguely feel that her expression was calm, her long eyelashes hung down, her pink lips were closed, her breathing was smooth and long, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Nian looked at Gong Yu in a daze.

Without those indifferent and ruthless pupils, Gong Yu seemed to have become a little sister next door.

There is no indifference to rejecting people thousands of miles away, there is no strong breath like a queen, and there is no cunning and ruthless means, so that Mu Nian unconsciously wants to take good care of Gong Yu in his arms.

Ever since Guo Liqi left, he has been sitting on the sofa in a daze.

I don't know if it's because of the drink, or if his mood is too low, Gong Yu's figure keeps flashing in his mind, making him eager to see Gong Yu's face.

Although it was late at night, it was not a good time to meet.

But he still took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, got rid of the smell of smoke on his body, and couldn't wait to come to Mo Ji Xiaofry.

Just to be able to see Kamiya Yu.

It was the first time in his life that he wanted to see someone so inexplicably.

There's no reason, just want to.

The moment he saw Gong Yu, the sadness, anxiety, and anxiety in his heart all disappeared.

This wonderful feeling made Mu Nian overwhelmed.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and came to Gong Yu's feet, and gently lifted the quilt, revealing Gong Yu's beautiful and small feet.

At this time, there was no trace of the center of her foot, as if she had never been injured.

Mu Nian took out a bottle from his pocket, scooped out the ointment in the bottle with his fingers, and applied it to the soles of Gong Yu's feet.

There, is where Gong Yu was injured a few days ago.

His movements were very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting Gong Yu, as if he was afraid that Gong Yu would wake up.

After spitting up the ointment, cover the quilt.

Mu Nian took Gong Yu's schoolbag very familiarly, and took out a bottle of identical ointment from it.

It was the ointment that Murong Tianyi gave to Gong Yu.

Mu Nian swapped the two bottles of ointment and put his own bottle into Gong Yu's schoolbag, in the same position, unaware.

After doing all this, Mu Nian seemed to have completed the task, without looking at Gong Yu again, and walked out of the window.

"Happy birthday."

The whispered blessing drifted with the wind and reached Gong Yu's ears.

Suddenly, Gong Yu opened his blood-red pupils, and they turned into dust in a flash, and they were as black as ink.

She slowly sat up and turned her head to look out the window where Mu Nian had disappeared.

The window was slightly open, the cold wind blew into the room, and the curtain danced gracefully with the wind.

The corners of Gong Yu's mouth twitched, and he responded softly: "Thank you." ”

She withdrew her gaze and lifted her feet to look.

The ointment penetrated into the pores and dissolved into the flesh, smoothing the soles of the feet again, and there was no trace of the ointment just rubbed.

Gong Yu gently pressed the soles of his feet with his thumb: it doesn't hurt.

Her brow furrowed, as if she was guessing something.

After a few seconds, she raised her foot and put it on the tip of her nose, and sniffed it vigorously: the taste was a little different from what Murong Tianyi gave.

Gong Yu raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an evil smile, which looked particularly weird in the dim night.