Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

12

Chapter 12

The eyes bit and collided.

The corners of Fu Yang's mouth gradually drooped, and he didn't know whether he should praise this young and inexperienced boy for his great courage.

"Who are you using to say this?" Grace and casualness emanated from every pore of the man. His voice was like water and his pronunciation was standard. It was even clearer in the sparsely populated ward: "Pei Xueyu's little lover?"

The wound still felt like it was being torn apart, and Xie Qingyun felt extremely irritated.

The palm of his hand was almost scratching his skin. He said coldly, "He doesn't like others touching him."

Fu Yang sneered and was about to make some sarcastic remarks when Pei Xueyu's head moved slightly, causing the two of them to stop talking and look at him.

On the slender thighs, the black-haired, fair-skinned young man seemed to be awakened by the noise. His soft and delicate neck moved, and his tiny tongue stretched out, licking his lips that were pressed to a rosy red.

He still pretended to be asleep in his bed at home, and rubbed his cheek against the pillow affectionately, only to slowly open his eyes when he felt the touch was too hard.

After staring at Fu Yang, whose Adam's apple was rolling hastily, for a while, he sat up and, without recognizing who it was, ordered, "Water."

Fu Yang's strong attitude just now disappeared completely. Fu Yang responded with a hesitant "OK" and immediately picked up a cup of water from the table next to him and handed it to Pei Xueyu.

He had poured it for himself but hadn't drunk it yet.

"It's cold." Xue Yu took a sip from the cup like a kitten licking food from his hand, and stopped drinking. He turned his face away with a heavy sleepy look, "Put it back."

Fu Yang put the cup back on the table again as he said.

There was moisture on Xue Yu's lips, like bright red ripe fruit. He looked at him carefully, lowered his head, and moved his sore thighs.

A sip of cold water cleared Xue Yu's dizzy mind. He straightened his messy collar and asked in surprise when he saw Fu Yang: "Why are you still here?"

Fu Yang twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and said silently: "I haven't left yet." He also let him rest his head on his legs until he lose consciousness.

Xue Yu said "Oh" without much interest.

He thought that maybe the protagonist Gong had subconscious feelings for the protagonist Shou and wanted to stay here with him, worried that something might happen.

After getting enough sleep, Xue Yu stood up and forgot about the laborer who had served as his pillow for two hours.

He walked to the bedside, glanced at Xie Qingyun's injuries, slapped the bill in his pocket on the table, and the young master's contemptuous and arrogant attitude jumped between his brows again.

"This is the money I spent on you. You don't have to pay it back, but the maintenance contract will be extended for another two months."

This is taking advantage of someone's misfortune. No one asked him to spend this money.

Xue Yu had already thought about how Xie Qingyun would reject him and mock him in a cold tone, but he didn't expect Xie Qingyun to just move his mouth slightly and say, "Okay."

Xue Yu blinked in shock, and a breath was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

So easy to talk to? Could it be that Xie Chengzhi stabbed the brain instead of the abdomen?