The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 25

in front of the desk.

Ning Xingruan held the writing brush in his hand, and a big hand with well-defined bones wrapped around his hand.

Almost half embraced in his arms, the sandalwood scent lingered between the two of them, and he could even feel the seemingly indistinct contact between his back and Mr. Yu through the soft fabric.

When he went up the mountain, he only wore the sacrificial red dress. Perhaps Ning Pingyang was too busy to send him any clothes, so when he woke up the next day, he could only wear the clothes prepared by Uncle Liu.

However, there were almost no guests in this yard, and only a set of daily clothes was prepared in the guest room. After wearing the clothes for two days, after changing and washing them, Ning Xingruan put on Mr. Yu's clothes.

The loose white inner garment and the slightly thicker black outer robe, which also carried the faint smell of Mr. Yu, made Ning Xingruan wear more than a circle.When he raised his hand, his white and slender wrist dangled from the slightly loose cuffs, looking soft and weak, which made people feel pitiful.

After changing this outfit in the morning, he felt very uncomfortable, especially when he thought that Mr. Yi Yu had worn it next to his body, he was even more awkward.

After dinner, he came to the study with Mr. Yu. To calm his mind, he spread out the paper and continued to silently write scriptures. However, Mr. Yu did not sit by the window reading as usual, but stood beside him, bending slightly to watch.

Ning Xingruan noticed that he was standing next to her, and felt very nervous, her hand suddenly lost strength, and the nib of the pen trembled, leaving a mass of black dots on the paper.

"Wrist up, keep it steady." Mr. Yu said.

Ning Xingruan blushed, he wanted to say that he was not like this usually.

Then Mr. Yu moved, and his black sleeve shook twice from the corner of his eye. Ning Xingruan looked sideways in a panic, and found that Mr. Yu walked around behind him and held his right hand holding the pen.

With slightly cool palms against the backs of his hands, Ning Xingruan was drawn to write on the paper. He blinked, but he was still in a daze, and the pen had already written the second half of the scripture.

When he reacted, his face immediately turned red, and his body gradually became hot and dry, sweating profusely, and the palms he held were even more moist.

With the heat on his face, his breath was filled with heat. He wanted to get rid of this posture, but the words were on his lips, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Mr. Yu is also kind...

"Your handwriting is so beautiful." He chatted awkwardly.

He didn't dare to use force with his hand, Mr. Yu was completely controlling his hand to write, the handwriting on the paper was separated from the ink blob, compared with his handwriting, Mr. Yu's writing was vigorous and powerful, and the words he wrote were sharp and sharp , obviously has a solid foundation.

Mr. Yu chuckled: "The more you practice, the better."

While speaking, his hair slipped and fell next to Ning Xingruan's ear, Ning Xingruan hurriedly hid for a while, and took the opportunity to get out of his arms.

Mr. Yu loosened his grip a little, and held his hands in vain, his skin seemed to be touching, but Ning Xingruan blushed and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his tiger's mouth, and the slight tingling caused his eyes to drift away. .

There was a wound on the index finger that touched his knuckles, black blood dripped on his hand, and soon evaporated into a thin wisp of smoke and disappeared.

With a shake of his hand, a bigger ink blot fell on the paper this time, but Ning Xingruan didn't care, he just let the brush fall on the paper, and took Mr. Yu's hand behind his back.

His heart was beating wildly, and he even felt a little black in front of his eyes. Holding his cold fingers, he almost lost all strength, and a voice came out of his throat: "This, this is?"

Why does the wound open suddenly, why is the blood black, why does the black blood evaporate and disappear?

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" The concerned voice pulled him out of his daze, Ning Xingruan looked at Mr. Yu suspiciously, only a little worry was seen on his face, and there was no other expression.

Ning Xingruan let out an ah, and then looked at the finger he was holding, it was intact.

what happened?Is it dazzled again?

"I, I'm tired, I want to rest." Ning Xingruan said weakly.

Mr. Yu pulled him to the window and asked him to sit on the recliner: "Take a good rest and call me if you need something."

After speaking, she gently squeezed his hand, and took the blanket to cover him.

Seeing the back of Mr. Yu leaving, he lay back, raised his hand to cover his eyes, his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a white wrist.

He was restless, and a strange sense of panic filled his heart. He obviously wouldn't have nightmares these days, and he didn't see any weird things anymore. Everything seemed to be a thing of the past with the unfinished sacrifice, but he was flustered. Shortness of breath, even a feeling of suffocation.

There is always a feeling of being trapped in a spider's web, unable to struggle, and sinking deeper and deeper.At the end of the spider's web, in an invisible corner, hides even more terrifying monsters, waiting to strike him fatally.

Ning Xingruan closed her eyes, frowning between her brows, holding the blanket tightly with both hands, panting heavily to calm her beating heart.

It's better to go back early, maybe only by staying far away can you get rid of the influence of Surabaya Village on yourself.

Lying quietly, Ning Xingruan was upset, so he simply recited scriptures in a low voice, trying to calm his mind.

Mr. Yu didn't come in again, and when he was about to fall asleep, it was Uncle Liu who came in and called him out for dinner.

Mr. Yu was not there, and Ning Xingruan looked at Uncle Liu suspiciously. Since he went up the mountain this time, although Mr. Yu didn't eat much, he would still sit with him every time.

"Mr. Yu felt a little uncomfortable, so he took a rest. He asked me to tell you, don't worry." Uncle Liu said slowly.

Ning Xingruan let out an ah, feeling a little worried. After a hasty meal, he asked Uncle Liu if he could go and see Mr. Yu, but Uncle Liu refused.

"When Mr. Yu is not feeling well, he really hates being disturbed. Xiao Ning, don't worry about it."

Ning Xingruan had no choice but to give up.

Mr. Yu didn't come out, Ning Xingruan sat by the study window, and didn't see Uncle Liu or Aunt Lin bring him medicinal food. Until it was dark, he became more and more worried.

Getting up and leaving the study, he walked across the living room and stood at the door of Mr. Yu's bedroom, hesitating for a moment, and just as he was about to knock on the door, a figure appeared beside him silently, hiding in the shadows and staring at him.

Ning Xingruan was so frightened that his heart almost went into cardiac arrest. He stepped back subconsciously, accidentally stepped on the hem of his robe that had grown out, staggered, and bumped into the chair behind him.

After seeing the man clearly, he clutched his chest and closed his eyes in pain.

It's Aunt Lin.

He squatted down slowly, leaning his back against the chair leg and forced a smile at her. He pointed at himself, then at the door, and made a knocking motion: "I'm just worried about Mr. Yu."

Aunt Lin probably couldn't understand his gestures, she still stared at him without any movement.Ning Xingruan stood up, tentatively trying to get closer to the door, but just as she took a step, Aunt Lin took a step to the side and blocked the door.

"...Then I won't bother Mr. Yu, I'm sorry." Ning Xingruan was a little embarrassed. He might be worried too much. Uncle Liu and Aunt Lin didn't think there was a problem. It would be bad if he really disturbed Mr. Yu up.

After standing for a while, Ning Xingruan turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he vaguely heard a strange sound coming from the room behind him, very similar to... roaring, angry and miserable, not just one, but a group of them Something is calling.

He turned his head suspiciously, and the extremely weak voice disappeared in an instant.

Probably tinnitus?

In the evening, he still ate alone.

Since morning till now, Ning Xingruan has not been able to see Mr. Yu for some reason.He thought of the morning after the heavy rain came here, Mr. Yu was also resting because of discomfort, and he couldn't see Mr. Yu again until he left.

At night, Ning Xingruan stayed in the study for a long time. He took a book and sat by the bed, looking through the living room to the opposite door from time to time.

The room was always dark, Mr. Yu seemed to be sleeping all the time, and no one brought medicinal food in at night.

He hadn't eaten all day, and he became more and more worried.

Ning Xingruan didn't know what he was going to do, maybe this kind of situation is very common, he should be like Uncle Liu and the others, just pretend nothing happened, go back to sleep, and when he wakes up, Mr. Yu will recover.

But he sat here and looked at the door opposite, feeling at ease.

After pulling the blanket, Ning Xingruan gradually became sleepy, he thought vaguely, the last time he was scared, Mr. Yu sat with him in the study all night, so he will also stay here with Mr. Yu all night.

If Mister Ye Li wakes up, I can also pour him a cup of hot tea...

In the middle of the night, Ning Xingruan was pulled out of sleep by the creaking sound of the door opening. In the half-dream and half-awake state, he saw Mr. Yu's bedroom door open, and a tall figure stood there.

Ning Xingruan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes for some reason, the shadow slowly walked over, he managed to open his eyes to take a look, and called softly, "Mr. Yu?"

Mr. Yu was still wearing the same clothes as in the morning, with his hair draped behind his shoulders. He walked over expressionlessly, stood beside the recliner, and looked down at Ning Xingruan.

Ning Xingruan felt a little scared, and subconsciously pulled the blanket on her body.

He still remembered that Mr. Yu was ill, so he muttered and asked: Do you need help? "

Then he seemed to see a smile from Mr. Yu: "You want to help me?"

He nodded vigorously, yes, he stayed here thinking... maybe he could be of some help.

Then, he saw Mr. Yu raise his hand and put it on his face, his cold fingers brushed the end of his eyes, and slowly rubbed his earlobe.

Ning Xingruan knew that this seemed wrong, but he was so sleepy that he could hardly open his glasses. He could only struggle a few times, but he couldn't escape the hand.

Then he smelled the sandalwood fragrance approaching, and his face turned slightly cold.

what……

Being hugged, Ning Xingruan couldn't take it anymore, and was about to fall asleep.

Stumbling, he seemed to enter darkness from a place of light, and after a pause, he was placed on a soft bed.

"I'm going to charge the interest first." Someone whispered in the ear.

The tall man covered him in his arms, making him a little out of breath.Being hugged tightly around the waist, he struggled to change his position when Mr. Yu's face buried on the side of his neck suddenly rubbed against him.

Then the soft coolness rubbed against the side of his neck, slowly moving up the side of his neck, and finally printed on his earlobe.The earlobes are softly wrapped.

Ning Xingruan was startled, and immediately untied the belt, and the clothes peeled off layer by layer.

The skin was in contact with the air, and the coolness made his chaotic mind clearer.

The moisture on the earlobe slowly slid down, falling on the chin, collarbone, and chest.

He flinched involuntarily, but his consciousness was a little clear, his body was still too heavy to move, and he could only let the wetness slowly descend.

He was hot and cold, and shivering slightly.

Then the quilt was wrapped up.

It's hot……

It was like a fire was burning, and the fire was getting hotter and hotter. He felt a little uncomfortable and let out a greasy hum.

Out of breath.

When he was about to cry, the fire burned to the end, and the cold hands wiped the corners of his eyes, and he heard Mr. Yu's gentle voice: "Go to sleep."

So he immediately fell into a dark and sweet dream.

The head was pressed by something, and he panicked. Ning Xingruan wanted to turn over, but was pressed by something heavy on his waist, unable to move. He stretched out his hand to lift it angrily, but his hand touched an arm.

He paused and opened his eyes.

He was lying in Mr. Yu's arms.