Fall [Requested]

Part 12

Zhou Wan hesitated, kicked off the canvas shoes on her feet, and stepped into his slippers.

The slippers were huge, and she didn't fit them well.

She bent down and placed her shoes neatly on the side of the shoe rack, noticing that there were no more slippers in the rack, only the one at her feet.

Lu Xi Xiao lives alone, and this huge three-story building belongs to him alone.

"Can I turn on the lights?" Zhou Wan asked.

"Whatever you want."

This was the first time Lu Xi Xiao spoke, and his voice was so hoarse that it seemed to have been hard-rubbed by sandpaper.

Zhou Wan turned on the switch on the shoe rack, and the chandelier in the living room lit up.

Lu Xi Xiao was not used to the sudden light, frowned tightly, and raised his hand to block his eyes.

Zhou Wan saw the messy living room.

The floor was littered with wine bottles, dozens of cigarette butts were stuck in the coffee table ashtray, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Zhou Wan went over to open the window again to ventilate.

Lu Xi Xiao lay on the sofa, looked at the girl's busy back, pulled the corners of his mouth, picked up the wine bottle in his hand and drank again: "What are you doing?"

"It was Jiang Fan who asked me to come and see you, saying that I couldn't contact you."

Zhou Wan looked at his face, so cold and white that he showed a sickly face, she doesn't know if he was really injured or because he didn't see the light of day.

Lu Xi Xiao sneered.

Zhou Wan asked, "Are you hurt?"

He turned his head sideways and didn't speak.

"Where?"

"What, you're going to help me bandage?"

Zhou Wan nodded: "Yes."

He chuckled, got up, walked into the bedroom, and after a while came out with a bag of things, and threw them on the coffee table, and a roll of gauze rolled off, fell to the ground, and scattered in a long piece.

Lu Xi Xiao sat back down, leaned back on the sofa, and pulled up his trousers.

He wore a pair of loose gray house pants, and his thighs were wrapped in gauze, and they were bandaged casually, as if they had been circled casually, and red blood oozed from them.

He was thin and capable, his muscles were not stretched, and there were no signs of perennial exercise, but his muscle lines were sinuous and full of traces of savage growth.

Zhou Wan was stunned by the blood, stared at it for three seconds, and her face turned red.

Lu Xi Xiao watched her reaction for a long time.

"Didn't you say you were going to bandage me?"

Zhou Wan stopped talking, and took a step forward after a long time, but only one step, and then didn't step forward again.

Lu Xi Xiao admired her expression enough, did not force it, laughed sarcastically, straightened up, bit the cigarette between his teeth, bypassed the blood-stained gauze one by one, and threw it into the trash.

Zhou Wan stopped looking at him, and lowered her head to clean up the mess on the coffee table.

The floor was full of wine bottles, and Zhou Wan looked around the house and found a water dispenser to pour hot water.