Chapter 8: This Ghost Is Really Sick 8
He looked at the young man with pity and pity for a while, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said seriously, "I'll take you out." ”
The young man's slender and white hands paused, then raised his head, revealing a bright and flower-like smile: "Is it okay, brother?" ”
This smile is like a peach blossom blooming, and the people who are shaking are confused.
"Absolutely." Lorraine was almost flashed by the young man's almost adoring eyes, he coughed lightly a few times, pretending to pose as a big brother, looking like he was a hero of the world who stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, "Brother has never broken his word." ”
Lorraine said that this "brother" was very useful to hear.
Tsk, I picked up a well-behaved and lovely brother for no reason, don't be in vain.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, bent the corners of his lips like cherry blossoms, and his dark eyes flashed, and when he raised his eyes again, he looked innocent again, and said softly: "Brother is so good." ”
After saying that, he smiled softly.
Like the first bloom of the morning light, the ice melts in an instant.
"What, it should be hahaha." The young man smiled brightly and gratefully, and Lorington felt embarrassed, he raised his hand and scratched his head, and a sense of pride rose in his heart to help the world and help the poor.
It's as if the glory and disgrace of the motherland are tied to him.
"She's coming." The boy suddenly whispered.
"Who?" Lorraine asked subconsciously.
"The woman." The boy looked up at the door, a look of fear in his eyes.
Tick tock.
As soon as the young man's voice fell, there was a strange sound of footsteps outside the door, echoing in the empty hallway outside the room, from far and near......
Tick Tick –
The footsteps approached.
It's as if it's just lingering at the door.
Lorraine's eyes swept around the room and saw that there was nowhere to hide.
Bang bang bang!
The door began to rattle, as if someone had slammed their body against it.
The sound was like hitting the heart, and people couldn't help but tremble.
He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Brother, this way." The boy suddenly grabbed his wrist, and Lorraine was taken all the way to the window by the boy in a trance.
Lorraine realized that the boy's strength was surprisingly great.
The young man's body was unusually cold, like a mobile refrigerator, emitting a heavy cold air all the time.
And the wrist that clasped him, the wrist bone line is smooth and graceful, as if it is a handicraft carefully carved by God, exquisite and beautiful to breathtaking.
If it weren't for the young man's hand that was so cold that he couldn't help but tremble, in the face of such a stunningly beautiful young man, Lorraine would almost not be able to take his eyes off.
That hand is beautiful and white to the extreme, but it is also cold to the extreme.
It's so cold that it seems to freeze in the next second.
Lorraine froze slightly.
"Brother, let's go down from here." The boy stretched out a long, white finger and pointed under the windowsill.
Lorraine came back to her senses and decided to put the doubt in her heart down for a while.
When he looked down, he saw that the outside of the windowsill was covered with dense vines, climbing up the wall and entering the room under the windowsill of this room.
Strangely, there are no vines in sight in this house, and I don't know where it has got.
Lorraine reached out and touched the vine, shook it again, and found that the vine was strong.
It should be able to hold the weight of two people.
"Wait." Lorraine suddenly broke free from the young man's hand.
"What's wrong?" The young man was stunned, and his expression was slightly displeased.