[BL] (MTL) Cannon fodder slag attack and whitewashing manual [Quick travel]

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Chapter 61

    Chu Yan finally rejected the lawyer's proposal for a second trial, but the other party was right.

    The life in the prison is too grueling. Within two days, this body developed a high fever. After taking the medicine for two days in a row, it didn’t help. He was sent to the infirmary, where it was found to be pneumonia, and then sent to the hospital overnight.

    The IV drip continued until early in the morning, when Chu Yan woke up leisurely, there was still a lingering smell of disinfectant in the room, the sky was bright, and the light in the house was very dim.

    Chu Yan closed her eyes and opened them again, and got used to the light several times, when suddenly she heard a pop.

    The headlight in the room was turned on, and the whole room was suddenly enveloped in a burst of strong light. The bright light was reflected from the white ceiling, which was very dazzling.

    Chu Yan subconsciously turned her head to avoid the strong light, and finally found a person standing beside her hospital bed.

    The other party looked down condescendingly, with bright light behind him, his thin lips were pursed into a cold arc, without saying a word, his face was handsome and indifferent, with slender eyebrows.

    His clothes were very formal, and in such a quiet early morning, there was an inexplicable depressive aura about him.

    Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Chu Yan frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, said, "You...why are you here?" His

    voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear him clearly. Shen Muchuan looked at him and found that it seemed that the high fever hadn't subsided , Just saying a word makes me gasp.

    His pupils were pitch black, and under the light his skin was as white as ice floes on the sea, cold and transparent, and such an extremely monotonous black and white contrast added a kind of morbid beauty to him.

    Shen Muchuan put his hands into his trouser pockets, took a slight breath, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, but his eyes gradually darkened: "What? Brother, you seem to really don't want to see me?" His tone was cool, listen carefully to the meaning

    inside It actually sounds a little weird.

    Chu Yan didn't know how to answer this question at all. She just felt that she just woke up, her throat was dry and she was a little thirsty, so she turned her gaze to the kettle next to her, and then unconsciously pursed her lips.

    Regarding his silence, Shen Muchuan snorted coldly, then picked up the upside-down water glass, poured a glass of water, and handed it to his lips.

    Because he drank some water, his parched lips looked a little moister, and a few drops of transparent water slipped down his jaw, and finally sank into the deep neckline.

    Shen Muchuan didn't look at him until he finished drinking the water, and said in a calm tone, unable to detect any emotion at all, "...I sometimes think...brother, how did you do it? You made yourself so miserable..."

    Chu Yan looked at him suspiciously, but saw that he actually smiled, which seemed to be a bit mocking.

    "I really don't understand." Shen Muchuan lowered his head, his eyes traced his beautiful lips, "The words you said to me that day were intended to provoke me, right?" Chu Yan just remained silent

    .

    Shen Muchuan was already used to it, and he didn't care. He watched him continue to say: "So, why did you provoke me? Huh?"