Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 709
The night was getting darker.

The snow hasn't stopped yet.

Su Qing'an was reading under the light, but she didn't read a page for a long time, she put it down carelessly, and asked without raising her head, "Is he asleep?"

Ruosu shook her head, "I've never come out." She complained, "I don't know what happened to Cen Zhou today, he almost hurt you, and there was no one else around at that time, so this servant was really scared."

If Cen Zhou really did something...they couldn't stop him.

Su Qing'an rubbed her wrist that was still hurting, her spirits faded, and she didn't say anything, but after going to bed, she didn't feel sleepy, so she went to the West Building by herself.

On the snow, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

"When, when."

There were two knocks on the door.

There was no response from the house.

Su Qing'an stood outside the door, raised her wrist and knocked on the door again, put her ear close to her, and vaguely heard the sound of collision and falling from inside the room!

"Cen Zhou?"

Su Qingan's complexion changed slightly, it was very cold outside, and her lips turned pale, so she just opened the door and walked in!

It was dark inside.

The candle was accidentally knocked over, and the lamp fell to the ground and rolled away for a long distance. This is probably the sound Su Qingan heard just now.

The man sat on the ground with his thin back leaning against the edge of the bed, with one knee bent and one hand resting on his knee.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, Su Qing'an felt that his whole body was tense, as if it would be broken in a second after a fire, the head that was always hanging down, the protruding bones at the back of the neck, and the slight With trembling shoulders, the hand clasping the hilt of the sword tightly, the water color flows down the slender finger bones.

Su Qingan stood there cautiously, she didn't smell any blood on Cen Zhou's body: "Are you injured?"

The familiar soft voice fell on the ear, like a feather gently scratching the lower ear.

The boy's fingertips holding the sword moved, maintaining that posture without getting up.

"do not come."

Su Qingan heard him say.

The voice was unbelievably hoarse.

Full of guard and repulsion, becoming extremely indifferent.

Su Qing'an looked at him, she was never an obedient person, let alone stop because of someone's words, so she paused for two seconds, groped and walked over in the complete darkness, and kicked away the lamp on the ground , making a rumbling sound!

"Why does Ben Gong want to come here?"

The condescending voice fell from the top of the head, carrying the royal family's irresistible sense of authority and obvious displeasure.

The pair of women's embroidered shoes stopped in front of him, the snow-white skirt and the falling crimson cloak were embroidered with precious gold thread.

Cen Zhou blurred his vision for two seconds and then focused again. The burning sensation intensified as Su Qingan approached. He was powerless to fight against it. He clutched the sword tightly, trying to prop up his body.

At this time, the fragrance lingers in the sound of breathing.

A hand was placed on the boy's forehead.

"Do you have a fever? You're so hot." Su Qingan bent over to look at him, and had to look at him through the snowy light outside the window.

Cen Zhou's movements froze suddenly, and in the next second he reacted greatly and violently to push the person away. His heavy voice covered his rapid breathing, and he forcibly squeezed out a nasty word from between his lips and teeth: "Get out!"

Su Qingan staggered, and fell to the ground directly after being pushed by him like that, and grunted, she lowered her eyes and stared at her hands, then slowly raised her head to look at Cen Zhou.

"It's the second time." She twitched the corner of her lower lip, "The next one is the next one."

Cen Zhou could hardly hear what she was saying, he could only see the opening and closing of those two gorgeous and beautiful lips, tempting to bite on them, bleeding from the bite.

(End of this chapter)