Xiao Zhuoyan saw that she was still holding the chair in her hand, so he walked over and gently took it off and put it on the same place.
Xu Wanqing was still standing there. She was still in a daze after being drunk last night, but she finally remembered that the shadow of this man did appear when she was drunk and unconscious last night.
Did he... guard her all night?
"The floor is too cold. Go back and sleep for a while." He whispered considerately, "Breakfast will be ready soon."
Xu Wanqing was barefoot, with her shoulders hunched, her eyes filled with indescribable confusion and panic, and she was trembling slightly. She only wore a thin bathrobe, and her fair skin was covered with layers of scars and bruises.
His eyes and mouth were still swollen, and his hair was disheveled when he woke up, with strands of messy hair brushing his forehead. He looked stupid, but it made people feel a bitter and astringent feeling of pity from the bottom of his heart.
Xiao Zhuoyan endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He walked to her side and hugged her fiercely.
It was really vicious, rough and arrogant, and those strong arms tightly hugged Xu Wanqing's body.
The wounds on her body hurt from being strangled, and she gasped with cold breath.
Only then did he realize it, and he hurriedly let go of her, then leaned over and picked her up.
He put her back on the bed in the bedroom and covered her with the quilt carefully, with gentle movements, as if she was a newborn baby and he cherished her so much.
When he hugged her, she didn't resist, but just kept staring at him with those black eyes. He felt guilty when she saw him, and couldn't help but laugh. He wanted to say something else to lighten the atmosphere, but she didn't laugh.
The water in the black eyes seemed to gradually condense into ice...
He suddenly became frightened, and without thinking, he held her head and kissed her.
Xu Wanqing quickly widened her eyes.
She didn't understand why the man in front of her would behave in such a charming way under such a hateful and resentful look from her. He actually kissed her?
She was panting heavily, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of extreme anger or because she was suffocating because the kiss was too intense. Xiao Zhuoyan was also panting heavily, and almost forcefully hugged her head again.
Without thinking, Xu Wanqing slapped her loudly.
In the silent space, this slap was louder than ever before, almost shaking Xiao Zhuoyan's body violently. He closed his eyes sadly, as if he was confessing to her.
Xu Wanqing asked word for word: "Xiao Zhuoyan, let me ask you again, have you ever been to the edge of a cliff?"
Xiao Zhuoyan's body lay silently next to her, face down, deeply sunk into the soft quilt, but his hands were tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, holding it tighter and tighter, as if he was trying to tear the quilt into pieces.
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Xu Wanqing stopped talking. Yes, how could he give her the answer? If he gave her the answer, wouldn't it be equivalent to sentencing Guan Yonglan to death?
She pushed him away indifferently, stood up, and got out of bed.
I found a fluffy homecoat to put on my head and sat on the sofa.
"I'll get you something to eat." Xiao Zhuoyan actually felt like running away under her gaze.
There was a suitcase in the corner of the room. The suitcase was open, and it seemed to contain some of Xiao Zhuoyan's clothes. Her heart moved, and she walked over and rummaged inside. It was easy to find a windbreaker with silver buttons.