The condensing sound is like an ice pick, spit out quietly, but the words pierce people's hearts.

He stood up and walked up to the man, condescendingly like an emperor looking down on everything.

"Death, or, life is better than death."

The man raised his head, a bloody face, even more terrifying than the grimaces that Ye Zhixing had seen in his dreams, his lips were swollen, and it was difficult for him to even speak, "Say...... I...... Say ......"

Zhan Junyu turned around, and his eyes just caught the shadow of a white dress upstairs.

Ye Zhixing was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his back, clutched his chest, and gasped for breath.

He must have seen it just now, right?

Fortunately, there was a cream gall at her feet that didn't know when she would have run back, otherwise she would have screamed in fright.

Who would have thought that in front of her, the battlelord who looked heartless and lungless, in front of people, was no different from the living Hades.

She...... People who have died once are actually afraid.

Oh my God, who the hell is she trading with? The Devil?

It's not that she hasn't seen bad people, but in front of a person, life and death are like nothing, and it's terrifying.

Ye Zhixing was about to sneak back to the room, and with a swish, the cream in her arms rushed by, and she turned around, and her slender arms reached over, suppressing her in the space cramped against the wall, swallowing all the air in front of her.

The man's crisp and mellow breath swept across her cheeks like the wind.

Ye Zhixing looked at him blankly, when did he come up?

He was dressed in black and spotless, but what Ye Zhixing's mind was clearly shaking was the blood-soaked picture just now, and his clothes seemed to be stained with mottled blood.

"My hands are a little cold......"

He brushed her cheek, as if he didn't see the fear in her eyes, and squeezed her hand as usual, and muttered.

She jerked her shoulders and subconsciously shrank back, but she couldn't break free.

In the middle of the ring, he actually took the initiative to let go, and then squatted down and held her feet.

The soles of her feet were warm, and Ye Zhixing realized that he actually put on slippers for her with his own hands.

Men's slippers, not very suitable, very wide, but better than nothing.

He stood up, with the usual evil smile on his face, "I've just recovered from a serious illness, go back to my room obediently." ”

After a pause, "Adults talk about things, children don't come out." ”

“……”

The style of painting is back, and the familiar one in front of me is him.

But who kept saying that there was no generation gap between him and her before?

Now he thinks of himself as an adult?

Cut!

Ye Zhixing pursed her lips, but for some reason, she found herself reading him for the first time.

It seems to be a light smile, but it seems to be hiding something.

Is he afraid of her, afraid of him?

Ye Zhixing wanted to read it again, but the emotion in his eyes flashed.

After that, Ye Zhixing really stayed in the room obediently and did not come out again.

Such a bloody picture, she is still afraid of nightmares when she sees it, she has enough nightmares every night......

During this period, only Aunt Fang sent some small desserts that made people feel good and had exquisite workmanship from time to time, and she never saw Zhan Junyu again.

She privately thought that he was deliberately avoiding her.

Into the night –

After seeing such a blood-drenched picture during the day, Ye Zhixing did not have a nightmare, but a ...... Wild spring and dreams without a lower limit.

The body as hot as a soldering iron was clinging to her, and at the same time, it was still sucking and biting her soft lips, as if she was eating with relish.

This breath, this feeling, déjà vu, flirted Ye Zhixing over and over.

But no matter which way you turn, the feeling of heat and dryness follows you, climbing higher and higher, and the thermometer is on the verge of bursting.