Chapter 122: Extra Syrup
That hand happened to be the one he bitten, and I don't know if it was because it was too painful or because it was too cold, her fingers on the bathtub trembled slightly, and on her snow-white hand, the half-moon-shaped bite marks showed a shocking purple red.
Su Mingyuan's eyes suddenly shrank together, as if his heart had been pierced by a needle, sharp to the bone.
Qiao Yue didn't see it, under the thick eyelashes, Su Mingyuan's dark and deep eyes were full of pity and self-blame.
Su Mingyuan stared at Qiao Yue's injured hand for a long time, and the hand that was outside the bathtub couldn't help but be raised, he wanted to touch the injured hand to see if it was seriously injured.
But Su Mingyuan's action of raising his hand was just halfway through, Qiao Yue was like a frightened little beast, she suddenly retracted her hand, and leaned towards the other side of the bathtub, her eyes full of vigilance.
As if in this way, she could stay away from Su Mingyuan and away from danger.
Qiao Yue knew what else Su Mingyuan would do, and it was her instinctive reaction to stay away from him.
Su Mingyuan's half-raised hand, looking at Qiao Yue, fell down alive, hanging under the bathtub, his hand gradually clenched into a fist, and the temperature that had just risen under his eyes dropped to zero in an instant.
The two of them were in a stalemate across the bathtub for a long time, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly condensed, and even their breathing seemed to have condensed into frost.
Because of being soaked in cold water for a long time, Qiao Yue's face became more and more pale, and her lips showed an unnatural purple red.
It was the end of summer, and Qiao Yue, who was already afraid of the cold, had already been frozen in the water at this time, and she felt that she was even breathing cold.
Su Mingyuan's hand clenched into a fist slowly loosened in a place where Qiao Yue couldn't see, his eyes drooped slightly, and the meaning of the ice under his eyes was gradually replaced by injury.
Su Mingyuan stood up slowly, he didn't look at Qiao Yue, turned around and walked towards the outside of the bathroom.
It's not that it's not heartbroken, it's just that I can't show it, and that's probably the saddest thing this summer.
The corners of Su Mingyuan's mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile, but the loneliness in his eyes made people feel distressed.
There was a loud slamming sound outside, Qiao Yue woke up like a dream, and Su Mingyuan left.
Qiao Yue sat in the water in a daze, and after a while, she realized that she was still lying in the cold water.
Qiao Yue struggled to swim to this side of the bathtub, supporting the edge of the bathtub with her hands, intending to climb out of the bathtub.
Maybe being soaked in cold water for too long made her feel a little numb, and she ignored the injured hand, and she couldn't eat a little strength.
Qiao Yue was unprepared, the injured hand slipped down because of the pain, Qiao Yue's center of gravity was unstable, and she slipped into the water of the bathtub with a pop, and her head and face were full of water.
At this time, Qiao Yue was sitting in the cold water, she suddenly wanted to cry, when she was bitten by Su Mingyuan just now, she was not so aggrieved, at this time she suddenly felt that she had no strength at all.
Su Mingyuan left, Qiao Yue took off all her pretense and strength, she sat quietly in the cold water, let the tears slide down, down her cheeks, and into the bathtub, smashing poignant flowers on the water.
After a long time, Qiao Yue felt a little tired, she blinked her dry eyes, and slowly climbed out of the bathtub.
Having learned the lesson she had just learned, this time she didn't use any of her hands, so it took a lot of effort to get out of the tub with slow movements.
Qiao Yue was really tired, physically and mentally exhausted.