"Hurry up." Yan snorted impatiently when he saw her dawdling.
"Yes." The madam, who was afraid of death, shouted at his voice and no longer dared to delay her steps. She walked quickly to the building upstairs and took them to a clean guest room.
"This room is not for receiving guests, right?" Yan Yu glanced at the room at the door and saw that it was quite elegantly decorated. He narrowed his eyelids and said coldly.
"Uncle, please don't worry. This room is not for receiving guests." The madam raised her sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Oh my god, she never knew that a person's sense of oppression could be so strong.
, making her break into cold sweats.[
Forget that she didn't dare to deceive herself, Yan Yu carried Bei Xiaoxiao and walked in, carefully placed her on the bed, turned around and said to the madam: "Go and prepare a plate of hot water for me, hurry up."
"Yes, I'll go get someone ready right away." The madam quickly agreed and left, closing the door as she left.
Yan Yu turned around and looked at the embarrassed Bei Xiaoxiao with distress. He had only left for a few days. How could she get herself into this state? He stretched out his hand to brush away the hair from her face, only to find that
There were still blood stains that had not been wiped off. Yan Yu's heart suddenly tightened. How could there be blood stains on her face? What happened to her?
His eyes fell on her heart. When he was holding her, he found something inside. He took a breath, then reached into her arms. Unexpectedly, he touched a dagger. His face was startled.
, take out the dagger.
This was an ordinary dagger. He lowered his head and smelled it. The dagger had been stained with blood not long ago. Looking at the unconscious Bei Xiaoxiao, his amber eyes narrowed.
Just when Yan Yu was confused, someone knocked on the door. Yan Yu turned around and went out. It turned out that someone had brought hot water.
"Give it to me. Go get me a set of clean clothes." He didn't want people in this place to touch her, so he took the water dish and towel from the other person's hand.
"Yes, sir." The servant who brought the water took the order and went to prepare it.
Yan Yu came to the bed with a water plate in his hand, placed the water plate on a chair beside the bed, wetted the towel and wrung it out, and gently wiped Bei Xiaoxiao's face, as gently as if he were treating an already precious treasure.
