Dressed in clean slippers, Fussan got up and walked in the living room.

A cool night breeze blows from the balcony, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains are also blown to float, like a graceful dance.

The sweat on Fusang's body had dried, and the cool breeze was a little cold.

She walked towards the balcony.

As soon as I walked to the balcony and wanted to close the floor-to-ceiling glass door, my eyes were drawn to the house opposite.

Fussan put his hand down and walked out of the living room to stand on the balcony.

The location......

Buildings three and four are next to each other, which means they can see each other.

Fusang stood on the balcony and looked at the three buildings.

The original owner's home was on the seventh floor of the third building, and Qiao Yunchuan's home was on the ninth floor of the fourth building.

Standing on the balcony, you can see the situation of her home from here.

Fussan felt that he was frightened by 'Jack' tonight, and he was a little suspicious.

There was footsteps in the living room, and she immediately turned back.

[-Come in, don't catch a cold.] 】

Fussan swallowed and walked into the living room.

…… It should be that she is too careful.

Although this is a suspenseful crime plane, everyone has a dark side, but there is no need for the little girl to be perverted to spy on her secretly.

She had a lot of opportunities to meet him during the week.

And, it seems that she took the initiative to attack him.

Fusang felt that his head was not enough.

In the original plot, Li's mother was killed, Li Huanxin was seriously injured, and the figure of turning over boxes and cabinets was a raging fire that wiped out humanity......

These shouldn't have anything to do with the little girl.

Oh, Mom.

I'm in love with someone who wants to kill me.

Qiao Yunchuan naturally didn't know what Fu Sang was thinking, but he noticed the girl's emotional changes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and lowered his eyes slightly to cover the strange darkness under his eyes.

Fusang went to wash his feet and sat down on the sofa.

Qiao Yunchuan walked over to her and sat down, reached out and grabbed her ankles, letting her slender legs rest on his thighs.

The medicine box had been opened, and he took out cotton swabs and alcohol, soaked them, and carefully wiped the minor wounds for her.

The cold alcohol touches the skin, bringing a refreshing sensation.

Fusang couldn't help but shrink his white and tender feet.

Qiao Yunchuan raised his head and looked at her.

[-Hurt you?] 】

Fusang shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, you can continue." ”

Qiao Yunchuan lowered his head and held a cotton swab, and disinfected her with alcohol more gently.

Fusang looked at the young man's graceful side face and couldn't help but ponder.

No matter how you look at it, the little girl doesn't look like a pervert of the original owner's memory, she should think too much.

The fog is heavy, and there will be a day when it will be lifted.

Qiao Yunchuan used alcohol to eliminate the poison, and then took out the ointment to treat the healing wound and applied it evenly for her.

Wait until you're done.

Qiao Yunchuan put her feet on the sofa and looked at her with golden eyes.

[-It's okay, don't move yet, wait for the ointment to dry.] 】

Fusang nodded, a smile.

"Thank you."

Qiao Yunchuan was slightly stunned.

[-You don't have to say thank you to me. 】

The boy's voice carried a hint of loss, as if he had been hurt.

Fusang immediately said, "You come here." ”

Qiao Yunchuan leaned over a little.

Fusang kissed him on the face and blinked with a smile.

"You should accept such a thank you."

Qiao Yunchuan suddenly reached out and hooked her chin and kissed her delicate lips eagerly.

The boy's strong and turbulent kiss made Fusan a little overwhelmed, and when it was over, his cheeks were dyed red.

【-I like this.】 】