Chapter 63 Seagulls no longer love the sea and can fly farther 65
Chapter 63 Seagulls are no longer attached to the sea and can fly farther (65)
"Xing Zhuo! You imprisoned me like this. Do you believe it or not? I will tell my dad and I will ask him to drive you out of the Chu family!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Xing Zhuo! Get out of my way——"
There were sounds of objects being thrown and swearing coming from the ward. The bodyguards stood at the door with their heads lowered, pretending to block their hearing. No one dared to rush in to see what was going on.
Xing Zhuo pinched the fragile and slender back of Chu Yu's neck, with hot molten liquid rolling in his eyes. His thin lips fell on the tips of the white jade ears, and his tone was gentle: "Young Master, can you be obedient? Don't be so willful...
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Snapped--
Xing Zhuo looked away, and clear palm prints quickly appeared on her fair right face, which was enough to show how much effort she had spent.
At that moment, the temperature in the ward seemed to have dropped rapidly, but when Xing Zhuo turned his head, everything returned to normal.
It's just the deep pupils, so black that they can't see the bottom.
It's Xing Zhuo.
It's like a dragon carefully guarding its hard-won treasure.
Chu Yu ignored him, and Xing Zhuo was not angry, as if he was wearing a mask of gentleness again. He was almost pressed against Chu Yu's body.
Late at night, it was a dark night with no stars.
No one noticed the lilies on the ground.
The calluses on the palms were very abrasive, and Chu Yu felt his face hurt a little.
The dew-stained lily has long been thrown to the ground, with a few petals falling off and being stepped on several times. It is no longer as pure and clean as it was at the beginning.
"Young Master, I don't want to go out, I want to stay with you."
Xing Zhuo laughed softly, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.
There was a lot of commotion in the ward in the first two days. Almost everything in the ward was smashed, and there was no place to stay.
There seemed to be a tall black figure on the sofa not far away. The other person didn't seem to notice that she had woken up and was lighting a lighter. Under the dim moonlight, she saw the man's hand shaking a little when he turned on the lighter.
It never ignited.
The man stood up, and after a while, light and steady footsteps were heard in the silent ward.
The footsteps stopped beside the hospital bed.
But her small movements seemed to alarm the keen man.
The second before he closed his eyes, what Chu Yu saw was the slap mark on the man's face. At that time, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice and snow, full of chill.
A man's deep and gentle voice came to my ears, "Young Master, does it still hurt?"
The bodyguard guarding the door was frightened when he heard this, and every time Xing Zhuo went in, he didn't get any benefits. Basically every time he came out, he would either get a slap on his face, or there would be thin scratches, and he would never be tidy.
The slightly wrinkled suit was also torn and messy.
The man whispered softly, "Young master, don't be like me."
The next second, a bad premonition hit, but it was already too late.
Each and every one of the bodyguards looked at their noses with their eyes, and their noses with their hearts, pretending that they saw nothing and heard nothing, just like wooden people.
It wasn't until it was almost dawn that the movement slowly stopped.
The small flame illuminated the man's chin.
Xing Zhuo's expression was even more ugly. His already indifferent face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month mixed with shards of ice, and the rustling particles hit him, making him shiver from the cold.
"Isn't the young master most afraid of sleeping alone when he was little?"
There were hurried footsteps inside the hospital, and people were jumping on their backs.
Chu Yu raised his hand to give him a slap, but was caught by Xing Zhuo in mid-air, and the veins on the back of his hand stretched.
The man's thin lips touched the tip of Chu Yu's ear, his breath was quick and hot, and his voice was low and hoarse.
Chu Yu seemed to hear the man's suppressed and slightly rapid breathing in the darkness, which was particularly clear.
Until Chu Yu fainted.
Still a little angry, Chu Yu turned his head, unwilling to look at him.
While half asleep and half awake, Chu Yu seemed to hear the quarrel, which was not very real. She wanted to listen carefully to what the other party was saying, but her mind was groggy and her stomach hurt badly, so she fell asleep again in a daze.
passed.
"——Talk to me, it's too quiet."
"The young master is still so naughty."
Xing Zhuo's heart beat suddenly, almost beating for a moment.
I don't know how long she stood there, but just when Chu Yu was about to fall asleep, a slightly rough and generous palm touched her hair, and then touched her ears.
It was still midnight at that time, and the ward was pitch dark. The moon outside the window shone in with a silvery glow. She thought there was no one in the ward, but she felt an extremely hot gaze and turned her head in confusion.
It was still midnight at that time. Xing Zhuo had been socializing very late and drank a bottle of wine. Chu Yu had been on a hunger strike for the past few days and had only taken glucose. He had a stomach attack and was in pain and was sweating all over his body.
Chu Yu's breath was choked by his gaze, as if he was being stared at coldly by a ferocious beast.
Chu Yu heard the man's low voice, which seemed to carry some emotion, and his tone was gentle.
"go out."
Touch her face little by little.
I don't know how long it took, but Chu Yu slowly woke up.
Chu Yu moved a little, but did not turn his head. His dull voice was hoarse, revealing a hint of impatience.
After the commotion for the past two days, the ward became strangely quiet.
There was a pain in the back of his neck, and Chu Yu's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Chu Yu had already guessed who the other party was.
The man seemed to be bending down, and the sound of hot breathing sprayed against his ears. It was very itchy, and Chu Yu couldn't help but slightly shrink his shoulders.
——
Xing Zhuo seemed to smile, raised one hand to support Chu Yu's face, turned the face towards him, face to face, and pressed his forehead against Chu Yu's forehead intimately.
It's almost unusual to be quiet.
Her thick eyelashes were trembling, her skin was as white as falling snow, her black hair fell on the pillow, her shoulders were thin and thin, and the back of her neck was as white as snow.
He knew that Chu Yu was not sleeping, so he stroked Chu Yu's hair tenderly and lovingly, and his thin lips were gently pressed against her ears and neck.
Xing Zhuo's dark color did not improve due to the quietness of the ward, and became even more gloomy.
Half of Chu Yu's face sank into the soft pillow, staring into space with his eyes open.
It took several attempts before the lighter emitted a blue-red flame, igniting the cigarette in his mouth and burning a tiny flame in the darkness.
Chu Yu was sulky and silent.
"The young master is afraid of the dark. When I am here, the young master is not afraid anymore."
Chu Yu turned his face away in embarrassment, but still couldn't escape the man's generous palm, and the ends of his beautiful eyes were as thin as a haze of red.