Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

Qi Song didn't realize that there was a figure approaching gradually, he was almost completely immersed in his own world.

Shen Ci looked at that stubborn and stubborn figure, the feeling in his heart at this moment could no longer be described in simple and pale words...

He walked to the flower bed, almost guessed what he was doing, but still pretended to be calm and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shocked by the abrupt voice, Qi Song raised his head subconsciously, and saw that familiar face.

He...how did he come back suddenly?

How should it be explained now?

Not knowing how to explain it, he could only pretend that he didn't hear or see, and continued to search for something. After a while, his wrist was pulled over, and he leaned against him with his body.

Fearing that he might see something on his finger, Qi Song hurriedly broke away from his wrist and walked two steps away from him, his eyes still searching for something on the ground.

"Are you looking for this?"

After a few more seconds of silence, he raised his hand and placed it in a conspicuous position. At that moment just now, he still caught a glimpse of the ring on his finger. Although it had been stained badly by the mud, he seemed to be I didn't care at all.

From just now to now, a few hours have passed, not only did he find the first ring, but he is still looking for the second one. How long has he been looking for it?

He didn't throw away his ring at all, so how could he find it, and how long did he plan to search for it?

Qi Song instinctively turned his eyes, "You..."

I saw that the thing he was looking for just now was actually worn on his hand intact. While feeling relaxed, he was also worried that his thoughts would be seen through by him. He had paved the way for so much before.Now... how to explain this mysterious behavior?

Standing in the flower bed, his body was as stiff as if it was going to be petrified, and the dirt on his hands was almost solidified, and the uncomfortable feeling was beyond words.

It might be the deadliest thing in the world for a lie to be exposed, but now he is in such an embarrassing situation, he wants to explain, but he can't find a suitable word in his mind for a long time.

Shen Ci slowly withdrew his palm, looked at the person standing quietly in front of him who hadn't spoken for a long time, and sighed deeply, then stretched out his hand and pulled his body, wrapped his arms around his waist, and He hugged him by the waist.

Qi Song didn't break free or refuse any more, just leaned against his chest in a daze, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

The sound of the heartbeat seemed to make his heart gradually calm down, and Shen Ci hugged his body and walked towards the door of the apartment.

The figures of the two were shrouded in the afterglow of the moonlight, and everything seemed so quiet.

Shen Ci embraced his body, opened the door and walked directly to the bathroom.

It was getting late, and the light in Lu Yan's room had already been turned off. When he got to the bathroom and put down Qi Song, he turned on the light and saw the appearance of the person in front of him more clearly.

The person in front of him almost turned into a clay figurine, with disheveled hair, mud all over his clothes and hands, and the mud on his hands had solidified.

The eye sockets were also wet, and even the eyelashes were stuck together, and the moisture on the eyelids revealed the traces of tears that he had just shed. At this moment, he was already in a state of embarrassment.

Seeing him like this, Shen Ci stared blankly and didn't say a word, but directly closed the bathroom door, opened the valve of the bathtub, and turned on the nozzle of the water heater.

Qi Song's heart trembled, and he didn't know how to act.

Shen Ci reached out and pulled his wrist, and pointed the nozzle at his muddy hand, and the warm water flowed over his hand immediately, softening the mud on his hand.

Shen Ci's big palm rubbed back and forth on his hand, and the dirt was gradually washed away.

Qi Song stood there in a daze, clearly feeling the warmth of his hands, his movements were very light, and his cold heart gradually warmed up.

He did this without saying a word, and Qi Song's heart was also warmed, and he could no longer say those hurtful words. Everything that was planned before seemed to collapse at this moment.

His eyes gradually slid from Shen Ci's body to his face. The contours of his facial features have always been extremely superior. At this moment, those eyes seemed to have been covered with a layer of frost, and it was obvious that he was restraining something .