Rensuke Shirakawa clearly saw that there was no wound on her palm, no sign of injury, but there was a bright red blood stain, and there were even blood beads that were about to fall.
His expression became serious.
"I'm fine."
As Ye Zhaoling said this, her mind was filled with doubts. She remembered that she subconsciously scratched her hand with a metal plate. Why didn't she feel any pain now?
It's like she wasn't scratched.
She couldn't help but stretch out her other hand to touch the wound to see if it was still there.
However, before she could touch her wound, another person intercepted him and held her wrist. The touch was warm, but the gentleness conveyed a sense of stability.
"Why don't you go to my place and change your clothes?" His calm voice came over, and it seemed that he was making a proposal that the invitee was allowed to refuse, but it was placed in the unquestionable status quo.
Rensuke Shirakawa kept staring at the slightly hesitant expression on Ye Zhaoling's face. He took a step closer at the right time and added in a low voice: "...before the death knell rings."
Ye Zhaoling raised his head and said in a hoarse tone: "Excuse me, Mr. Baichuan."
Her expression showed uneasiness and anxiety like weeds growing wildly.
If she was not Ye Zhaoling, but another woman, who was pushed into a well more than 20 meters deep, and experienced a series of problems such as falling into the well, drowning, fear, etc., she could stabilize her mentality and not be pessimistic and despairing, maybe she would have been
It's the limit.
But she is Ye Zhaoling. Not only can she rescue herself quickly in a deep well, but she can also survive almost unscathed.
However, the harm has already been done, which is an undoubted fact.
In a short period of time, it would be difficult for her or others to help her eliminate these negative emotions.
Especially in her mind, the culprit who pushed her into the echo well was Rensuke Shirakawa.
Haha, a restless little mouse secretly dared to set his sights on her.
Rensuke Shirakawa held her hand and said calmly: "I know roughly what happened to you. If you are willing to believe me, I think it is best to walk through the ditch outside the wall and then climb into the town from outside the wall.
, to prevent bumping into others on the road.”
The terrain of Sun Town is relatively high and surrounded by a large stretch of evergreen trees. This is a playground for nightmare elves. They often sneak into Sun Town and bring endless nightmares to the villagers.
So people built a wall with poison and thorns attached, and dug a ditch outside the wall. Firstly, it was used to collect and drain away the running water from the town's roads, shoulders and slopes; secondly, it was convenient to regularly drain water into the ditch.
Drop in donuts.
Because most of the nightmare elves are sweet tooth lovers, after they have eaten enough, they usually have no intention of entering Sun Town for food.
Ye Zhaoling frowned slightly: "What do you mean..."
"Its conspiracy is far from over." Shirakawa Rensuke said firmly, holding her waist with one hand, "We must ensure that before you come back from the church, until the final bell rings, there will be no one except me and that person.
No one has ever seen you again."
"No one knows your whereabouts anymore."
Ye Zhaoling suddenly felt weightless, her feet were far away from the ground, and he hugged him sideways. She grabbed his shoulders, her nerves were tense, and her breathing became rapid.
Her mind was very messy, very messy. In fact, she felt that her mind was very messy every day, just like a brainless idiot.
Otherwise, if she was blind and dared to trust others so easily, she would end up being pushed into a well and almost drowned. There was no way it was possible that this would happen to her.
"I will hold you and walk faster." Shirakawa Rensuke explained, and Ye Zhaoling temporarily accepted it. After all, it is difficult for a blind man to walk with his head held high.
Ye Zhaoling was not sure. If he claimed that he was not the man who framed her, then he really was not that man. After all, their voices were almost exactly the same, and the feelings they brought to her were only slightly different.
"Miss Wu is the villager with the most regular living habits in the entire Sun Town." Even though he was walking quickly with a person in his arms, Rensuke Shirakawa's voice was still very steady, "She goes to bed on time every day and is unshakable, so she doesn't
Any movement will be detected.”
Ye Zhaoling nodded. It was quite wise for him not to send her back to Butcher Dao's attic. Of course, this was not because of Butcher Dao. Although Butcher Dao was strict, he never meddle in other people's business, and he didn't pay much attention to his subordinates.
The daily life of a slave.
But Li Junyi would not let her go so easily.
His daily routine is to find fault with her, and he always looks displeased with her.
Ye Zhaoling herself couldn't figure out why. The only possibility was that he never robbed her of food.
Over time, disgust is formed.
As for Rensuke Shirakawa, she can be sure that before today, there was not even a single eye contact between them.
Why should he help her?
The two climbed over the wall, and a few minutes later, Ye Zhaoling was placed on the ground, both of them trying not to make a sound.
It wasn't until Rensuke Shirakawa closed the doors and windows and turned on the lights to ensure that no mouse could enter the room that he helped Ye Zhaoling take off his soaked cloak.
Ye Zhaoling heard the sound of tearing open the plastic bag and turned his head sideways. He poured the contents of the plastic bag into the cup and added boiling water to the cup.
Shirakawa Renjie stirred the water in the quilt without raising his head, and said while the heat was rising:
"Miss Wu is a doctor, so it's not unusual for me to have Ganmaoling Granules here, right?"
"You are all soaked to prevent colds."
"My suggestion is, it's best to go in and take a hot bath." Shirakawa Rensuke suggested warmly.
"But..." Ye Zhaoling nodded. He was thinking about her health, but that didn't stop her from still having concerns. What should she wear after taking a shower?
"Wear my clothes." Shirakawa Rensuke repeated, "Wear my clothes. Miss Wu asked Tailor Jin to make two sets of... cheongsam for me. One of them was a little too small, so she gave this set of cheongsam to me.
I gave it to Razrith, and Razrith gave it to you."
Ye Zhaoling understood. No wonder she saw the two of them wearing the same clothes in the morning.
But, Shirakawa Rensuke, isn’t he a man? Why did Wu Meili want him to wear a cheongsam?
Ye Zhaoling's eyebrows skipped a beat. If it weren't for all of them wearing cloaks, tightly wrapped from top to bottom, making it difficult for others to see what they were wearing underneath, it would be really embarrassing to walk on the road.
of.
I have to say that this villager named Wu Meili has a really nasty hobby.
Hearing the rustling sound of clothing fabrics rubbing against each other, Ye Zhaoling quickly turned her back. Although she couldn't see anything, she needed to respect other people's privacy.
However... if the owner of this cheongsam is Shirakawa Rensuke, a beautiful androgynous beauty, it seems that it is not impossible?
“Cheongsam matches an elegant beauty.”
Ye Zhaoling said in a strange way.
"Elegant beauty? Can I take this as a compliment to me? But..." Rensuke Shirakawa said lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I'm just a layman, not elegant at all."
If possible, he would like women's clothing to stay away from him.
He has no plans to become a cross-dresser for the time being, not to mention that he has long...
Taking the clothes in his hand, Ye Zhaoling noticed that Shirakawa Rensuke was a little depressed. Ye Zhaoling pursed her lips and turned to comfort him before pushing the bathroom door open. She was extremely sincere: "Actually, you are really beautiful in a cheongsam...
"It's so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
"Really?" Rensuke Shirakawa chuckled, his emerald eyes wandering on the woman's slim back. His gaze was no longer serious and solemn as before, but became slightly frivolous.
Low laughter flowed quietly in the dark little room. Before Ye Zhaoling closed the door, he heard him ask abruptly: "Do you like it?"
Ye Zhaoling quickly closed the door, blocking the fiery sight from behind, and felt that her back was about to burn. If she dared to say that she liked it, Wu Meili would not be the only one who had a bad taste.
She, Ye Zhaoling, has no intention of evolving into a pervert.
After taking a few minutes to take a shower, Ye Zhaoling put on her clothes clumsily and buttoned them according to feeling. However, after walking out, Rensuke Shirakawa reminded her that the buttons were in places.
This made her feel a little frustrated.
He pulled Ye Zhaoling to sit down and fastened the buttons for her carefully.
Then he handed the cup of Ganmao Ling Granule to her hand.
The water temperature is just cool enough, not too hot, and is just the right temperature for the entrance.
Ye Zhaoling held it, and the hot and humid mist rushed upward into her eyes. She couldn't see its appearance or its trajectory, but she became more sensitive to its smell.
It does taste like Ganmao Ling, a slightly sweet medicinal smell.
Seeing that she had not taken the medicine for a long time, Rensuke Shirakawa knew that she still had some scruples, so he said softly: "Just forget it if you don't want to take it."
Before Ye Zhaoling could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him whisper again: "After all, I just want you to understand that if a person really wants to harm you, then he can do it to you directly instead of beating around the bush and doing something.
Pointless thing."
"...I even hope to gain your trust."
Having said this, Ye Zhaoling felt that if he didn't finish drinking the medicine, he would be going too far and treating other people's kindness as nothing.
Ye Zhaoling finished a cup of medicine and sat there blankly. She had just imagined a pair of green eyes, coquettish and charming, looking at her eagerly, vaguely showing a bit of distrust.
of grievance.
Seeing her finish drinking the medicine, Rensuke Shirakawa touched her head and chuckled.
Ye Zhaoling has always been a soft-spoken person, and he understands this very well.
"when!--"
The lengthy bells broke the tranquility of the Golden Sun Sanctuary and pushed everything into the unknown abyss.
