\ obliquely, rolled down the table to the floor, making a crisp sound on the ground, and then falling apart.

The silence of the room was broken, and a sharp sound reached Mu Yan's ears, Mu Yan frowned slightly, but his eyes did not shift to the side where the sound came from.

His heart was really indignant and uncomfortable, Yin Chenglu didn't look at the Naxi fragments on the ground, got up, pushed away the chairs that stood in front of him, the wounds on his body that had just healed were faintly cracked, and the white gauze that had just been bandaged was re-infected with blood.

Yin Chenglu didn't care about it so much, kicked away the chair in front of him, and walked to Mu Yan's side, his tall body blocked most of the sunlight, and a large shadow fell in front of Mu Yan's eyes.

Surrounded by the unique smell of ambergris on Yin Chenglu's body, like Yin Chenglu's original strength, it got into Mu Yan's nose, making it impossible to ignore the existence of another person in front of him.

Mu Yan looked up and saw Yin Chenglu standing in front of him, very close to him, and the feeling he couldn't say in his heart, he unconsciously moved closer to the side, wanting to stay away from Yin Chenglu.

How could Mu Yan's movements hide Yin Chenglu's eyes, the original irritability was now a little stronger, Yin Chenglu couldn't bear it, grabbed Mu Yan's wrist with one hand, forced Mu Yan to put down the unfinished embroidery in his hand, and pinched Mu Yan's chin with the other hand, forcing Mu Yan to look directly at himself.

The whole body was surrounded by ambergris, as if there was nowhere to escape, every inch of skin was surrounded, Mu Yan was forced to look directly at Yin Chenglu, and naturally saw at a glance that the bandaging was not very good, and there was a bloodshot wound, and he was a little unimpressed.

The strength of his hand was a little big, and Mu Yan's wrist was a little purple, Yin Chenglu didn't let go of Mu Yan's hand, and he didn't know if it was anger or other reasons, even if he knew that Mu Yan didn't care about his injuries at all, he just wanted to force her to look.

The blood stains expanded a little, and they were particularly dazzling on the white gauze, Mu Yan's eyes didn't stay too long, just glanced at it, and then frowned and turned his eyes to other places.

Seeing Mu Yan's reaction, Yin Chenglu tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, pursed his mouth tightly, let go of the hand holding Mu Yan, and reached out to pull Mu Yan's scattered hair behind his ears.

The wrist was clenched for a long time, and it had already become a little purple, and the moment Mu Yan's wrist was released, he didn't feel any pain, as if he was numb, he frowned and glanced at his wrist, and didn't care too much.

Yin Chenglu's hand had just touched Mu Yan's forehead, and before he could lift the strands of hair behind his ears, Mu Yan turned his head like a conditioned reflex, not letting Yin Chenglu touch it.

His hands were frozen in mid-air like this, Mu Yan realized his behavior and did not make any remedies, and he had an indescribable disgust for Yin Chenglu's closeness.

In her heart, she only thought that the arrow Su Rui received might not be inseparable from Yin Chenglu. I don't know Su Rui's life and death yet, where do I still have the heart to deal with the equally injured Yin Chenglu in front of me.

\ You don't eat something, you barely eat today? \\