Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"will not."

"Then don't go out tonight. Call me if you want to buy anything. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow and teach you how to use it."

Feng Yun stared at the red ears under the black hair and swallowed.

Because there was no loud sound for a long time, the voice-activated light suddenly went out at this moment, and the corridor was plunged into darkness.

Bai Yumo was stunned, then reacted and pushed Feng Yun away suddenly, then took out the rattling key, and the voice control light turned on again.

He found the door, but he couldn't insert it into the keyhole because of his panic.

A person came up behind him, held his hand with hot hands, inserted the key into the lock hole accurately, and opened the door with a twist.

Bai Yumo ignored the people behind him, quickly got into the room, and closed the door with a bang.

Feng Yun rubbed his nose and said loudly: "Then I'm going to work, call me if you need anything, and lock the door at night when you sleep."

no respond……

Bai Yumo leaned against the door and huddled in the hallway, buried half of his face in his knees, but couldn't hide his blushing face no matter what.

Just now... When the lights outside were off just now, he felt his ears being bitten, and his wet tongue licked the pinnae, causing a tingling sensation like an electric current.

They've only known each other for two days...

If someone had treated him like this, he would have been so disgusted that he would have vomited.

But why, even though his ears were still wet, he didn't feel any nausea and resistance, only felt that his heart was about to beat.

No way……

Bai Yumo bit her lips tightly, covered her face with her hands weakly, her voice was full of crying and a trace of imperceptible fragility.

"I'm a bad guy..."

If Feng Yun knew that he was the murderer of the dismemberment case, what kind of eyes would he look at him.

Disgust, nausea, panic, anger... In short, it won't be what it is now.

Don't have any contact with him anymore, it's too late to break it now.

……

Seriously working as a security guard all night, Feng Yun changed with the person who replaced him in the morning, and then rode his motorcycle back to the community.

I bought two pancakes at a stall outside, but I was afraid that Bai Yumo would not eat them, so I simply bought the steamed stuffed bun that I ate yesterday.

Returning to the seventh floor in a good mood, he knocked on the door of 702, "Yu Mo, are you awake?"

No response...

He knocked again, thinking that Bai Yumo hadn't gotten up, so he leaned beside him and began to eat his own pancakes.

Bai Yumo sat in the porch all night last night. After waking up this morning, his whole body was numb and his head was groggy. He didn't wake up until he heard the knock on the door. He gritted his teeth and ignored it.

The sound outside disappeared, he stood up, went to the bedroom and turned on the computer, and saw the poor Feng Yun eating breakfast from the monitor.

Don't be soft-hearted, it's better to end the relationship between them as soon as possible.

He didn't want to kill Feng Yun now, he just wanted to keep Feng Yun away from him.

Wanting to find something else for himself, Bai Yumo remembered that he hadn't watched the surveillance after work yesterday.

He has the habit of checking the surveillance every day.

The video was adjusted to triple speed, and he saw Feng Yun leave at 08:30, and then there was no one there.

Immediately at 23:[-], Feng Yun appeared from the entrance of the corridor.

Bai Yumo's eyes widened, and he saw in the surveillance screen that the white clothes Feng Yun was wearing were covered with large bloodstains, mottled and mottled, especially his abdomen, which was even more red.

He stared blankly, remembering that when he put his arms around the other's waist last night, Feng Yun's strange gasping sound must have been on the wound.

Manipulating the mouse to drag the progress bar, Feng Yun never came out again until the time when he was about to get off work at night.

Is Feng Yun's wound okay?

Bai Yumo stood up and hurried to the door.

Feng Yun was raising his hand to try to knock on the door again, but the door clicked open, and Bai Yumo dragged him into the room involuntarily.

Before Feng Yun understood the situation, he half-pushed and lay down on the sofa.

Bai Yumo knelt on the sofa with one knee, and lifted the hem of Feng Yun's jacket with one hand.

His abdomen was wrapped in a bandage, and red blood still seeped through the gauze on the left side.

Feng Yun laughed muffledly: "Oh, is it so exciting early in the morning?"

"You're still in the mood to joke around." Bai Yumo glared at him, took out disinfectant, new gauze and bandages from the cabinet, seeing that Feng Yun wanted to sit up, he said coldly, "Lie down and don't move."

"Okay, okay——" Feng Yun raised his hand in surrender, and lay down on the sofa again, and at the same time took a cushion to put under his head, half-closed his eyes and watched Bai Yumo treat his wound.

Appropriately showing weakness is really useful. He deliberately exposed his wounds to surveillance yesterday, and even suffered them on purpose. Otherwise, those trash would have to train for more than ten years if they want to hurt him.

"It was just scratched by a bullet." Feng Yun said, arching his waist in pain when Bai Yumo was disinfecting, and he still tried his best to say: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, my brother is just afraid that you will wipe it off." It's inconvenient to get up."

"Shut up." Bai Yumo moved closer to the wound and blew gently.

Feng Yun looked at his slightly parted lips, and a heat that burned his reason surged to his limbs and bones.

The body lying on the sofa sat up dishonestly, Bai Yumo frowned, looking up to say something.

But the next moment a hand clasped the back of his head, fingers through the hair, leading him forward.

Feng Yun leaned over, and before sticking Bai Yumo's lips, he said seriously: "Close your eyes, you can push me away if you don't like it."

Tweezers and disinfectant fell on the carpet on the floor.

Bai Yumo blinked, raised his hands and placed them on Feng Yun's strong and tense shoulders.

Push it away?

He felt that the other party wanted to poke into his mouth, so he opened his mouth obediently, and at the same time closed his eyes, and the hands on his shoulders also wrapped around the man's neck.

Why is there someone's waist that can be clasped with two hands?

Feng Yun thought to himself, but his hands were only placed on Bai Yumo's waist, and he didn't continue to do other things.

He didn't expect to make progress so quickly, but Bai Yumo's consent was needed for the remaining steps, and he couldn't just care about himself.

After the kiss was over, Bai Yumo leaned against the sofa weakly, breathing in the air greedily.

His brain was chaotic, and even his thinking was intermittent.

Why did it become like this?Obviously just decided to cut off contact with Feng Yun, but now it's nothing.

What if Feng Yun knew that he was...?

Thinking of this, Bai Yumo's eyes turned red.

Seeing this, Feng Yun thought he was wronged, and immediately asked: "What's the matter, did I bite you just now? Or do you not like me..."

"What are we now?" Bai Yumo raised his foggy eyes, both aggrieved and frightened.

"No, what else are we?" Feng Yun laughed.

This sentence made Bai Yumo's heart half cold, yes, what else are they.

"It's all kissed. Not only are you irresponsible, but you also ask me what I am?" Feng Yun hugged Bai Yumo to the sofa, "It's cold on the ground, you sit on the sofa and cry."