Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows, walked in, glanced back at him lazily, and said jokingly: "I heard that you want to see me?" ”

The lights were on in the room, and the curtains had long been drawn.

Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Jiang Yu realized that it was already dark.

Su Wu heard Jiang Yu's joking and ridiculous words, her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and her snow-white fingertips curled up shyly.

He pursed his pale lips lightly, looked at Jiang Yu with beautiful dark eyes, and approached her step by step.

As for the Lei Butler, seeing that Su Wu was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door silently and left.

Su Wu's room seemed to have a reason for ventilation, and there was a faint fragrance, but it could never hide the original smell of blood, although it was already very light.

Jiang Yu glanced at it and found that there was no place to sit, so she turned around and sat on Su Wu's bed.

It's clean and tidy, so Jiang Yu doesn't dislike it very much.

Jiang Yu's gaze fell on the back of Su Wu's hand that was tightly wrapped in bandages, although Su Wu's body was still wrapped with other bandages, but the bandages on the back of his hands looked different from the bandages in other parts of his body.

It's clearly injured.

But Jiang Yu didn't care very much, she just glanced at it casually, and then looked away.

Su Wu looked at the girl sitting on his bed, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and his dark eyes were full of water and spring, fading a trace of ignorance and dazedness.

He pursed his lips shallowly, then turned around and took down the painting he painted today from the easel and brought it to Jiang Yu.

The snow-white and delicate boy was a little timid, holding a painting in his hand and walking in front of the girl.

Although he is thin, he is extremely slender and tall.

Wearing light-colored clothes, the neckline is open, a little loose, and the snow-white straight collarbone is generously exposed, which is very good-looking.

He lowered his head and stood in front of Jiang Yu, his black broken hair slightly covering his beautiful eyebrows, his slender eyelashes hanging slightly, lazily at the end of his eyes, a little hesitant.

Su Wu didn't speak, picked up the painting with her snow-white long fingers, and handed the painting to Jiang Yu with a slight red ear and shame under the girl's interested gaze.

Jiang Yu didn't answer, she sat on the edge of the bed, her slender legs lazily folded, her elbows resting on her legs, her palms supporting her chin, and her long eyelashes lazily swept over the painting in Su Wu's hand.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, the dark castle in the painting, a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the woman in red stood outside the castle, with no face, only a back.

The breeze stirred her long black hair, which was obviously a dead thing, but when you looked at it, the painting seemed to move, lifelike.

Ostentatious, arrogant, powerful, arrogant.

She suddenly hooked the corners of her lips, her lips were red, and she looked at the beautiful young man in front of her and said casually: "Is this me who painted it?" ”

As she spoke, she tilted her head lazily, her long black hair curling slightly, lazily brushing the girl's smooth shoulders.

The red fluffy princess dress on her body was worn by her with a hint of bewitching feeling, and her legs were slightly folded, looking slender and smooth, and her every move was charming.

When she spoke, Jiang Yu's amorous peach blossom eyes smiled casually, and the tails of her deep and seductive eyes rose slightly, just by looking at it, she felt so sultry and sultry.

Su Wu was a little shy, and his eyes dodged the girl's seductive eyes. He reddened the tips of his ears and nodded softly.