"Xiao Zhuoyan, you... bastard!" Xu Wanqing's tears flowed out. She was already scared to death, but he was making inexplicable sarcastic remarks. Such a man is really heartless.
Seeing her crying, Xiao Zhuoyan pulled her shoulder and asked: "What happened?"
"Nothing happened." Xu Wanqing grinned, "I just fell into a smelly ditch."
After saying that, she suddenly felt something deep. Guan Yonglan was like a stinky ditch. If she fought against the stinky ditch, she would end up smelling bad in the end. She originally didn't want to be contaminated by this smell again, but now...
The resentment in her heart rose again, rushing in her chest. She took a long breath and said to Xiao Zhuoyan: "I want to borrow another set of your clothes. This one on me stinks to death. Is it okay?"
I can’t wear it anymore.”
Xiao Zhuoyan turned around and entered the cloakroom, found his shirt for her, and handed it to her wordlessly.
Xu Wanqing took it, walked into the bathroom, filled a tank of water, and sunk herself in it.
There was a purple mark on her hand because it had been strangled by the rope. When it was submerged in the water, the pain was burning. She gritted her teeth and endured it. She washed her whole body with shower gel, then put on Xiao Zhuoyan's shirt and walked out.
His shirt was very big, like a small skirt, but the lower body was naked, which was always a little weird. So, when she got out of the bathroom, she asked Xiao Zhuoyan, "Which room here is the guest room?"
Xiao Zhuoyan turned to look at her, his deep black eyes swept over her smooth and slender legs, and then he felt that his breathing was a little short and dyed with a different color. For a moment, he was speechless.
Xu Wanqing saw that he had a strange look on his face and that he was shirtless, so she felt something was wrong, so she simply searched one room by herself and found one. It was just a bare bed with no quilt, and it seemed that it had not been cleaned...
I couldn't live in it, so I had to turn around and ask him, "I sleep on the sofa in the living room... Do you have an extra quilt?"
Xiao Zhuoyan stared at her and asked calmly: "You haven't told me what happened."
"I told you, I just fell into the stinking ditch." She said stubbornly, but her eyes were a little sad. In such a frightened and lonely moment, the man in front of her was not someone who could share the burden.
Xiao Zhuoyan stood up and slowly approached her. She subconsciously took a few steps back and said, "You just need to tell me where it is, and I will find it myself."
He didn't speak, but suddenly opened his arms and held her in his arms. His arms were as generous and warm as they were three years ago, but it was no longer a harbor where she could anchor, and his breath was still cold and refreshing.
, but she can no longer be contaminated at all.
Even though he bit his lips as hard as he could, tears still flowed out unconsciously. She cried silently, and he just kept holding her silently, without any intimate movements, just a hug, a simple hug.
Xu Wanqing had cried enough. She raised her head and tried to push him away, but he just looked at her blankly and refused to let go. She had never seen him look like this before. His eyes were always calm and calm.
Not like now, confused and helpless.
"Okay, let me go, I'm very tired and want to sleep." She said calmly.
Silently, he picked her up and walked to the only bedroom in his apartment.