Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

90-2

As if afraid that Xue Yu would regret it at the last minute, the man did things at twice the speed, turning off the lights, putting on clothes, changing shoes, and taking out the garbage, all took less than five minutes.

Xue Yu waited at the door with his shoulders limp. The rain outside had stopped, but it was a little cold. He took out a pair of trousers from the suitcase he secretly brought in and put them on to cover the gap between his straight white legs.

In fact, Xue Yu had another purpose for this trip. He wanted to ask Yan Jueshen for the password to the safe when he was not on guard, and it was easier to pry the information out when he was relaxed.

"Let's go." Yan Jueshen was holding a bulging black plastic bag, and naturally hugged Xue Yu's waist, opened the door and walked out.

Xue Yu frowned slightly, pushed the hand on his waist, and quickly said, "Don't hug me..."

After saying this, the man, whose heart was already full of holes, turned his face away, with an indescribable expression, as if he was hurt again.

Xue Yu stumbled and hurriedly explained, "I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to walk."

"It's very convenient, it doesn't matter."

Xue Yu's lips were wet and pink, and he bit his lips and couldn't say anything.

He was nervous and flustered when he was hugged, and he regretted it after a few steps out of the door. Occasionally, when a passerby passed by, he wanted to cover his face for fear of being seen.

What if the neighbors figured out that he was not Zhuang Xianting and told Yan Jueshen?

"I feel a little hot..." Xue Yu's fingertips trembled, his breathing was soft and low, and he tried to struggle again with a weak voice.

Yan Jueshen's way of dealing with this was: "Then take off the coat?"

He held Xue Yu's limp arm and wanted to help Xue Yu take off his clothes. Xue Yu pressed his hand on the zipper and said in a panic: "No, it's not so hot suddenly..."

"Be careful, there's something."

Half a meter ahead, near the elevator, someone had put a courier box there. As long as Yan Jueshen took two more steps, he would be tripped by the box.

Xue Yu hurriedly measured his arm and quickly thought in his mind about the probability that he could hold Yan Jueshen if Yan Jueshen fell forward. In the end, his self-knowledge led him to the conclusion that the probability was zero.

He bit his lip and prepared for the tragedy.

But unlike what he expected, the man suddenly stopped, lowered his head and asked him: "What are you careful about?"

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It was too late when Xue Yu spoke just now. Under normal circumstances, a blind man would not be able to react so quickly even if he was reminded.

And isn't it a bit too smooth? No need for support or auxiliary tools, walking steadily, every roadblock at home can be coincidentally bypassed.

"...It's okay."

Xue Yu pried his hands apart, squatted down and moved the box a little, then turned back to let the man follow. He still had a subtle feeling that was difficult to describe clearly. Just as he lowered his head to sort it out, a crisp sound rang in his ears.

"——Dong." The wall of the elevator hummed slightly. The man who was just suspected by Xue Yu of being too smooth walked over and bumped into the closed elevator door, and his forehead immediately turned red.