The apartment of the Twelve Nobles of Seiha Academy.
An Xiaoruo slipped in quietly. Yes, in addition to avoiding Ivan Xia's pursuit, he now had to go back to his room to change his clothes.
When passing by the living room, I saw that guy Sheng Yuye, leaning slightly sideways, with his soft broken hair messily scattered all over the floor. His eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a thick shadow. The soft light was just like this
His angular, delicate and handsome face with traces of evil, his long body sunk into the dark black sofa, his face could not stop being quiet and peaceful, this beautiful picture is extremely harmonious.
Even An Xiaoruo couldn't help but look at Sheng Yuye one more time. He didn't want to disturb such a harmonious atmosphere. He stepped more cautiously and went upstairs step by step. However, after climbing a few steps, he stopped again.
Feeling that something was wrong, An Xiaoruo glanced at the clock hanging in the corner of the hall while he was contemplating it, and he couldn't help but shudder.
It’s almost nine o’clock now? There’s no reason?
They should all be up, right? Sheng Yujie has never been a person who likes to sleep. Why did he feel that there was an indescribable and strange silence in the apartment? An Xiaoruo felt nervous and sped up without saying a word.
Footsteps, arrived at the second floor.
Walking quickly towards Sheng Yujie's room, his eyes quickly caught sight of two young men, lying motionless in front of Sheng Yujie's room door. An Xiaoruo was suddenly startled and raised his eyes to look at the open door of the room.
It was empty inside, except for the rustling of the curtains blown by the wind, there was no sound.
An Xiaoruo suddenly lost his expression and even his movements became stiff.
"what happened?"
An Xiaoruo looked at the pale Zi Yeqian lying on the ground. Zi Yejin was a little lost in thought. He hurriedly knelt down and lifted up Zi Yeqian's cold body, shook him vigorously and slapped his face, calling in a low voice.
: "Qian... Qian... what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Zi Yeqian didn't react at all, An Xiaoruo grabbed Zi Yejin's shoulders again, raised his chin, and looked at the unconscious Zi Yejin with his eyes tightly closed: "What's wrong with you??
Wake up!!”
However, no matter how An Xiaoruo shook their bodies, they had no reaction. Their bodies gradually lost their temperature, as if... dead...
When An Xiaoruo saw that it had no effect, a thought flashed through his mind. An Xiaoruo's face changed slightly and he shook his head desperately: "It's impossible, it's impossible, it won't be like this..."
In order to verify his guess, An Xiaoruo quickly crawled to Zi Yeqian's side and stretched his trembling hand in front of Zi Yeqian's nose. Suddenly, his expression froze and turned ashen.
"Out of breath? How could it be??" An Xiaoruo crawled to Zi Yejin in despair, and once again brought his fingers close to Zi Yejin's nose. When he probed, he immediately collapsed to the ground with a look of disbelief on his face.
"How...how could it happen??? Ye Jin is also not angry anymore??"
An Xiaoruo's mind suddenly went numb, and a beautiful and gentle smiling face suddenly flashed across his face. He stood up reflexively and ran downstairs in a panic.