The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 25: Secretly

"...They are all dead." Fu Yucheng repeated again in a low voice.

He had dark eyelashes drooping like a crow feather, and his expression was even a little dazed.

Bai Mo just felt his heart jump.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

The boy couldn't even describe the hot and painful feeling in his chest. He just had an eager impulse—he wanted to hug the other person tightly, hug the person tightly in his arms, and then tell him repeatedly that it's okay. Yes, and me.

And me.

I will protect you.

Those who have hurt you, those who have made you so miserable...I will make them pay.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Yucheng finally recovered slowly, only to realize that Bai Mo was still looking at him blankly, with a complex expression that was difficult to distinguish.

He smiled reluctantly: "Why, I was scared by my story? Not that serious, right?"

The young man looked at each other deeply and shook his head very lightly: "What happened later?"

Fu Yucheng shrugged: "Later... Then there was nothing to say. After the craniotomy, I was exiled by the Rong family to the earth, and I was picking up rags in the desert, eating and waiting to die. Just like that. After a few years, I found you a kid."

The faint sense of vulnerability he had just disappeared completely, and the whole person has returned to the look of unrelenting.

But Bai Mo looked at him, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

How did he survive these years?

"Brother Yu, I..." He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, the story ends here, no questions will be accepted." Fu Yucheng narrowed his eyes and yawned a long time, "Little devil, you should sleep, otherwise you will not grow tall."

"Yeah." Bai Mo looked at the opponent, but did not move.

Perhaps it was this confession that vented some long-repressed emotions. Fu Yucheng felt a lot lighter, and the overwhelming fatigue immediately surged. He felt that the whole person was pulled by the deep sleepiness, and he was about to go black and sweet. Fall into the country.

He turned over and rustled into the quilt: "I'm going to bed, and I have to go to work tomorrow... Xiao Mo, you go to bed earlier."

Bai Mo nodded, stretched out his hand to dim the light slightly, and whispered: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm..." Fu Yucheng muttered something vaguely again, and his breathing gradually became even better.

The young man leaned against the head of the bed, looking down at the other person's quiet sleeping face.

He knew early on that Fu Yucheng looked very good. At this moment, even in a deep sleep, the man is still handsome and domineering, and his eyes are full of rebelliousness.

It's definitely not a pity type.

But Bai Mo looked at him, only feeling sour and soft, painful and pitiful.

The gaze of the young man followed the man's smooth and full forehead, flew up at the end of the eye, and the bridge of the straight nose, sliding all the way to the shallow and thin lips.

The shape of this lip is very beautiful, but it is not well maintained. There are a little chapped fine lines and the color is too light.

Bai Mo stared at the pale lips blankly, his sight seemed to be stuck by some kind of magic, and he couldn't move away at all.