"Xing Zhuo! Do you believe that you imprisoned me like this? I will tell my dad and I will ask him to drive you out of the Chu family!"
"You were touched by me!"
"Xing Zhuo! Get out of here—"
There were sounds of things being thrown and swearing coming from the ward. The bodyguards stood at the door with their heads lowered, pretending to block their hearing. No one dared to rush in to see what was going on.
Xing Zhuo pinched the fragile and slender back of Chu Yu's neck, with hot molten liquid rolling in his eyes. His thin lips fell on the tips of the white jade ears, and his tone was gentle: "Young master, can you be obedient? Don't be so willful... …”
Snapped--
Xing Zhuo looked away, and clear palm prints quickly appeared on her fair right face, which was enough to show how much effort she had spent.
At that moment, the temperature in the ward seemed to drop rapidly, but when Xing Zhuo turned his head, everything returned to normal.
It's just the deep pupils, so black that they can't see the bottom.
Chu Yu raised his hand to give him a slap, but was caught by Xing Zhuo in mid-air, and the veins on the back of his hand stretched.
The dew-stained lily has long been thrown to the ground, with a few petals falling off and being stepped on several times. It is no longer as pure and clean as it was at the beginning.
No one noticed the lilies on the ground.
Xing Zhuo laughed softly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"The young master is still so naughty."
Chu Yu's breath was choked by his gaze, as if he was being stared at coldly by a ferocious beast.
The next second, a bad premonition hit, but it was already too late.
There was a pain in the back of his neck, Chu Yu's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
The second before he closed his eyes, what Chu Yu saw was the slap mark on the man's face. At that time, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice and snow, full of chill.
——
The ward was very noisy in the first two days. Almost everything in the ward was smashed, and there was no place to stay.
The bodyguard guarding the door was frightened when he heard this, and every time Xing Zhuo went in, he didn't get any benefits. Basically every time he came out, he would either get a slap on his face, or there would be thin scratches, and he would never be tidy. The slightly wrinkled suit was also torn into a mess.
Xing Zhuo's expression was even more ugly. His already indifferent face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month mixed with shards of ice, and the rustling particles hit him, making him tremble with the cold.
The bodyguards all follow their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, pretending that they see nothing and hear nothing, just like wooden people.
After the two days of commotion, the ward became strangely quiet.
It's almost unnatural to be quiet.
Xing Zhuo's dark color did not improve due to the quietness of the ward, and became even more gloomy.
Until Chu Yu fainted.
It was still midnight at that time. Xing Zhuo had been socializing very late and drank a bottle of wine. Chu Yu, who had been on a hunger strike for the past few days and had only taken glucose, had a stomach attack and was so painful that he was sweating all over his body.
Late at night, there are no stars in the dark night.
There were hurried footsteps inside the hospital, and people were jumping on their backs.
It wasn't until it was almost dawn that the movement slowly stopped.
While half asleep and half awake, Chu Yu seemed to hear the sound of an argument, which was not very clear. She wanted to listen carefully to what the other party was saying, but her mind was groggy and her stomach hurt badly, so she fell asleep again in a daze. passed.
I don't know how long it took, but Chu Yu slowly woke up.
It was still midnight at that time, and the ward was pitch dark. The moon outside the window shone in with a silvery glow. She thought there was no one in the ward, but she felt an extremely hot gaze and turned her head in confusion.
There seemed to be a tall black figure on the sofa not far away. The other person didn't seem to notice that she had woken up and was lighting a lighter. Under the dim moonlight, she saw that when the man turned on the lighter, his hands were shaking a little. It never ignited.
It took several attempts before the lighter emitted a blue-red flame, igniting the cigarette in his mouth, burning a tiny flame in the darkness.
The small flame illuminated the man's chin.
Chu Yu had already guessed who the other party was.
It's Xing Zhuo.
Still a little angry, Chu Yu turned his head, unwilling to look at him.
But her small movements seemed to alarm the keen man.
The man stood up, and after a while, light and steady footsteps came from the silent ward.
Half of Chu Yu's face sank into the soft pillow, staring into space with his eyes open.
The footsteps stopped beside the hospital bed.
Chu Yu seemed to hear the man's suppressed and slightly rapid breathing in the darkness, which was particularly clear.
I don't know how long she stood there, but when Chu Yu was about to fall asleep, a slightly rough and generous hand touched her hair, and then touched her ear.
Touch her face a little bit.
The calluses on the palms were very abrasive, and Chu Yu felt that his face hurt a little.
The man seemed to be bending down, and the sound of hot breathing sprayed against his ears. It was very itchy, and Chu Yu couldn't help but slightly shrink his shoulders.
A man's deep and gentle voice came to my ears, "Young Master, does it still hurt?"
Chu Yu was sulky and silent.
Her thick eyelashes were trembling, her skin was as white as falling snow, her black hair fell on the pillow, her shoulders were thin and thin, and the back of her neck was as white as snow.
Xing Zhuo's heart beat suddenly, almost beating for a moment.
Chu Yu ignored him, and Xing Zhuo was lifeless, as if he was wearing a mask of gentleness again. He was almost pressed against Chu Yu's body.
The man whispered softly, "Young master, don't be as knowledgeable as someone like me."
"—Talk to me, it's too quiet."
The man's thin lips touched the tip of Chu Yu's ear, his breath was quick and hot, and his voice was low and hoarse.
He knew that Chu Yu was not sleeping, so he stroked Chu Yu's hair tenderly and lovingly, and his thin lips were gently pressed against her ears and neck.
It's like a dragon carefully guarding its hard-won treasure.
Chu Yu moved for a moment but did not turn his head. His dull voice was hoarse and revealed a hint of impatience.
"go out."
Xing Zhuo seemed to smile, raised one hand to hold Chu Yu's face, turned the face towards him, face to face, and pressed his forehead intimately against Chu Yu's.
Chu Yu heard the man's low voice, which seemed to carry some emotion, and his tone was gentle.
"Young Master, I don't want to go out, I want to stay with you."
"Isn't the young master most afraid of sleeping alone when he was little?"
"The young master is afraid of the dark. When I am here, the young master is not afraid anymore."
Chu Yu turned his face away in embarrassment, but still couldn't escape the man's generous hand, and the ends of his beautiful eyes were as thin as a haze of red.
She is very thin-skinned in some ways.
