(MTL) The Dodder Beauty and The Paranoid Villain [QT]

37 | Demon Lord and his White Moonlight

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see the scene in the water. He only seemed to feel a pair of wide and warm hands supporting the back of his neck, followed by a strange touch on his tightly closed lips separated by the water.

A weak breath poured in, dispelling the pain of suffocation and fear.

Even though his feet slowly fell to the bottom of the pool, they were still not enough to support him to stand firm and his feet came out of the water, not to mention, he was still being pressed by a "big thing"...

Maybe "kissing" is enough, Fu Yan Finally willing to take him out of the water.

Xie Huai was breathing heavily, his whole head was dizzy, his hair was tied with a rope, and the tails of his hair were wet and were sticking to the side of his face.

I don't know if it was because of panic or other reasons, but my heart was beating too fast, as if it was about to break through my chest and abdomen and rush out.

A drop of water slipped to his lips, and Fu Yan lightly pecked at it.

"...!" Xie Huai was startled, wiped his eyes, and then his vision became clear, and Fu Yan's innocent face with a hint of successful plot came into view.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just wipe the water for you." Fu Yan said calmly, if he cooperated with the movement of spreading his hands, it would be more vivid.

? Is this how you wipe the water? ?

Before he was ready to speak, Fu Yan leaned over, "If you are still worried about falling, I can send you up in person, just because you trusted me so much just now." Just now

? Just now...he just grabbed it casually.

"No, I can go up by myself." Let him send it off again, maybe the devil will play tricks on him again, he has been frightened enough this day, and at the same time, there are some strange feelings in it ...

This time he was extra careful, groping along the wall of the pool and walking up, with a strong but veiled gaze sticking to him from the beginning to the end of his life, making people want to avoid it and at the same time be curious.

Xie Huai originally wanted to wear the original clothes, but at a glance, he saw two sets of clothes stacked neatly on the couch. It was obvious that the smaller one was for him, and it was cleaner than the clothes he was holding. Much neater.

He looked at the clothes in his hand, then at the clean one, struggled for two seconds, and finally put on the new one.

There was a special aura on the clothes, the same as Fu Yan's, as if he was being held in the other's arms.

Xie Huai's face seemed to be a little hot for some inexplicable series of scenes in the bath just now.

There was only one lamp in the room, and the light was not enough to illuminate every corner of the room. After hesitating for a moment, Xie Huai sat in front of the lamp and took out an old and yellowed drawing. The edges of the paper were neatly cut, only the left side was rough and uneven. It's similar to sawtooth, as if it was torn directly from a book.

What seems to be painted on it looks like something. The shape is strange and weird. There are a few lines of writing at the bottom, and the content is related to this kind of thing.

Xie Huai glanced quickly, but the originally soothing eyebrows and eyes were stained with a trace of solemnity.

Before he put down the drawing, his waist suddenly moved, and a letter flew out of his clothes uncontrollably.