Quick Wear: Saving the Sickly and Paranoid Villain

Xu Meir took Lu to stay in a hotel which was some distance away from the Blood Hunting Commune. Their rooms were side by side. She asked Lu to wait for her in the room while she went to buy some clothes near the hotel.

Although Lu's clothes were not dirty, they looked a little worn out, and she also needed to buy some clothes to change. She had quite a bit of savings, which was enough to buy some daily necessities, but not expensive things.

Xu Meir walked up the stairs carrying a lot of bags. When she reached Lu's room, she started knocking on the door. Soon the door opened and Lu looked at her with his dark eyes.

"These clothes are bought for you. Change out of these clothes after you take a shower." Xu Meir handed him a bag.

Lu took the bag, still looking at her.

Xu Meir originally felt that there were too many things going on today and wanted to give Lu some time to sort out his thoughts, but now it seems that he doesn't want to.

"If you don't want to rest, let's continue chatting." Xu Meir said after thinking.

Lu moved aside to make room for her. Xu Meir walked in and Lu closed the door.

Xu Meir put down the things she was holding, and red marks appeared on her hands. She raised her eyebrows. It seemed that this body was very delicate.

Lu suddenly grabbed her hand, his eyes flickering with confusion and indistinguishable emotions: "Are you hurt?"

"It's not an injury, it's the rope that strangled me."

Lu stared at her hand and touched the red mark on her palm lightly like a feather: "Does it hurt?"

Xu Meier looked at him lazily: "So what if it hurts, so what if it doesn't hurt?"

Lu frowned slightly, as if he had encountered some problem. After a while, his brows relaxed: "I'll lift it, you won't feel any pain."

Xu Meier asked him back: "Who am I to you? Why don't you want me to feel pain?"

"I, I don't know." Lu didn't understand why he was like this. After seeing the marks on her hands, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. How to describe this discomfort? He thought about it and it was like the feeling of carefully carving a puppet but breaking it.

Seeing that he really didn't understand, Xu Meir stopped teasing him and changed the subject: "Didn't you say you forgot a lot of things? Why do you carve puppets? And all your puppets look the same."

Lu's eyes were extremely focused, and he spoke in a low but firm voice. His expression was particularly serious: "There is a person who often appears in my dreams. Her face is always blurry. I don't know who she is, but I know she is important. I want to remember her, so I started carving puppets."

It felt like he was floating in the dark seabed, and suddenly a vibrant vine appeared before his eyes. He wanted to grab it desperately but could only see a vague shadow.

It felt like floating in the dark seabed, surrounded by deathly silence, when suddenly a vibrant vine appeared before his eyes, slowly approaching him. He desperately wanted to catch it but could only see a vague shadow. This feeling of being so close yet out of reach tortured his soul...

Every time he carved a puppet, he felt that he was getting closer to the person in his dreams, and a subtle but unignorable joy would surge in his heart.

Xu Meir has always thought that fate is something illusory and a lie made up by humans for entertainment, but some people have proved this to her time and time again with their actions.

Perhaps, she and he are really destined to be together.

"That's good." She thought a lot and finally said this.

"Yeah." Lu held his wooden box, his eyes as calm and gentle as water.

After a while, Lu looked up at Xu Meir, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xu Meir turned her head and looked back.

"I," he pursed his lips and finally said, "I think you are a bit like my puppet."

"Really?" Xu Meir replied indifferently, without any surprise.

"Of course!" For some reason he started to get excited.

"Pfft," Xu Meir teased him, "These puppets are so ugly, how can they look like me?"

Lu's obsidian-like eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect her to say that. He felt angry, and his heart was sour. He was obviously telling the truth...

"Not ugly," he looked at her stubbornly, "The puppet is not ugly, and neither are you."

Xu Meir curved her eyebrows. The person in front of her was somewhat cute. She thought so and said it out loud: "Lu Qingheng, you seem to be cute every time."

Lu was confused: "Are you talking to me? Who is Lu Qingheng?"

736 also wanted to ask, but it suddenly seemed as if it was under a spell and could not move at all. It kept calling Xu Meir's name, but unfortunately no sound came out.

"It's you." She stroked his soft hair gently.

Lu did not reject her approaching him and explained seriously, "My name is Lu, not Lu Qingheng. You remembered it wrong."

Xu Meir's slender white hands stroked Lu Liangliang's ears. Lu shivered uncontrollably. It was so itchy, but he didn't reject this action. He just felt it was a little strange.

"You will remember it." Xu Meir already has a lot of energy, and she will help him remember it all.

"Your name is Lu Qingheng. We first met when I was five years old."

"and then?"

"And then, we got separated, and we haven't seen each other for a long time since then."