"( ⊙o⊙ ) Wow!" Weiyi stared at the door slowly moving. His hand hadn't touched it yet... How could this happen?
The dim lights in the house scrambled to climb outward through the gaps, and the only one looked up along the hand that had not been put down...
It turns out that people... can open the door... o(╯□╰)o
Zhan Yeche glanced at Youyi indifferently, his tone full of alienation, so cold that there was almost no warmth. "Is something wrong?"
"...Nonsense! Why do I have nothing to do with you?"
Hearing his tone, Wei Wei felt inexplicably angry and kicked open the door that was not fully opened.
Only a fool knows that he took the wrong medicine? Or he didn't take the medicine at all! He went crazy in the middle of the night...
When I entered the door, I discovered that the layout of this house was very simple and neat. A lamp that seemed to never go out was shining faintly on the small table next to the bedside table. A large bed was covered with sky blue and plain white.
The bed exudes the fresh mint scent.
Although it was not the first time I came here, it was the first time I got to know this room seriously...
I didn’t expect that taste is directly proportional to other people’s looks!
Shaking his head sarcastically, the only one turned around and threw the things in his hands into Zhan Yeche's hands. It looked like I was very generous.
"...?" He slightly raised his sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into the forest, and glanced at the only one who was staring at him in confusion.
"Look!" Youyi looked at Zhan Yeche's confused expression in amusement, a smile covering his eyes.
Zhan Yeche didn't say much, he just started to look through the pile of information in his hand.
I don’t know why when I turned over the first page, my heart trembled inexplicably and I hesitated...
"How's it going?" The only one pursed his lips, and his face was as tender and tender as a peach, and there was a long blush under the halo. His face was innocent.
Zhan Yeche didn't reply to her, but he turned his hands harder as he moved his hands downwards. His face flashed with haze and became darker and darker. His breathing began to become heavy and rapid, making it difficult for people to see clearly what he was doing with his head slightly lowered.
What kind of look.
Finally, the last page...
The hand holding the information was trembling violently, the drooping hand was clenched into a fist, and the fingers were mercilessly sunk into the palm... The bone-piercing pain. The beating veins told him that he was feeling heartbroken at this moment... His eyes were filled with pain.