Ye Zehong's shoulder was bitten through by her, and there were bloodshots in the sunken tooth marks, and when he touched the water in the bath, the wound tingled and stinged, as if hinting at him.

As a doctor, he was guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder, no matter how big the wound was, even if it would heal naturally in a few hours, he still took out the medicine box, disinfected the wound with iodine, and applied anti-inflammatory ointment before giving up.

Night.

He lifted the quilt and lay on Lu Yao's side, feeling indescribably bored.

A few days ago, he and she were intimate in that villa.

At this time, lying on the same bed, there is an insurmountable gap between them.

In her sleep, Lu Yao had a nightmare.

I dreamed of going back to my childhood, on the shore of the sea where the waves were rolling, her mother stood on the cliff and smiled at her, no matter how loud she cried, her mother jumped into the bottomless sea as if she couldn't hear her.

The waves swallowed her mother in an instant.

When she stood on the edge of the cliff, heartbroken and wanted to jump into the sea with her mother, her hand was so tightly pulled that she couldn't break away no matter how hard she struggled.

Ye Zehong opened his eyes and looked at Lu Yao beside him, and found that her expression was painful, she said something in her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound, and tears of bean size slowly fell from the corners of her eyes, as if she had encountered something sad in her dream.

He moved closer to her and lifted his hand to caress her back.

Again and again, very carefully, as if coaxing the treasure in the palm of your hand.

The familiar smell made her frown slowly stretch, and her body instinctively found his chest, and pressed her head to his chest, nesting softly in his arms, like a frightened kitten.

Ye Zehong took advantage of the situation to hold her tightly in his arms, and a vacancy in his heart was filled.

Early the next morning.

Lu Yao opened his eyes with difficulty, his head was groggy, and his head seemed to be stuffed with a piece of lead and iron, so heavy that he couldn't lift it.

She raised her hand and pounded her forehead, her mouth bitter and a wave of nausea welling up her throat.

Realizing what was going to happen, he rushed into the toilet and vomited.

"Vomit ......"

This time, Lu Yao really felt the pain of a hangover.

After spitting up, she went to the faucet to pick up water to clean her mouth, and looked up to see her face in the mirror swollen like a steamed bun, and immediately held her forehead in annoyance.

"Drink some lemonade and wake up."

Ye Zehong handed her the water glass, and when he saw that she was motionless, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Huh?"

Although Lu Yao was drunk, it was not broken, she recalled the picture of her use of violence against Ye Zehong last night, her face suddenly turned red, and her eyes inadvertently glanced at his shoulder.

She couldn't even understand why she wanted to bite him.

"Thanks, I'll wash up first, and I'll drink it later."

As soon as the words fell, she pushed him out of the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

She stood in front of the mirror, clutching her hair frantically.

Lose your marbles!

She's really going crazy!

Knock Knock Knock ......

As soon as the knock on the door fell, a deep voice sounded: "Be quick, I'll send you back after drinking the porridge." ”

The master has issued an order to evict guests, how dare Lu Yao stay longer.

After a hasty wash, she came to the restaurant.

For breakfast, he cooked white porridge himself, and the side dish was soy tofu.

Lu Yao tasted it, and the thick aroma of rice filled the entire mouth, and it was sweet and delicious without side dishes.

It is unimaginable that he, who is the prince of the first family, can make such delicious white porridge.

"What do you think?" Ye Zehong saw that she didn't move anymore after taking a sip, and wondered if the porridge was not to her liking.

"I'm thinking about ......"

Lu Yao just wanted to explain, but the mobile phone on the side rang, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

Ye Zehong glanced at the number, and his face sank.

He said coldly: "This is my father's mobile phone number." ”