The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

Xia Xi's home.

"Ranran, please come out. Sister wants to talk to you." Xia Xi cried and kept knocking on the closed door, but there was still no movement in the room.

The phone rang. It was Cheng Yizhou. "Hey, baby, go open the door for Yu Zhao. He's here."

"Okay, okay, okay." The woman nodded quickly, wiped her tears, and walked towards the door.

Yu Zhao at the door was more anxious than her. He rushed straight into the house as soon as he opened the door.

She quickly led him to Xia Ran's bedroom.

Yu Zhao calmed down a little when he reached the door. He took a deep breath, softened his voice, and coaxed through the door: "Ran Ran, I'm Yu Zhao, I'm here. Can you open the door for me?"

There was a noise in the room, followed by a loud slam of a door.

Then there was no response.

Yu Zhao felt inexplicably panicked, and Xia Xi was already crying beside him.

He turned the doorknob, but it didn't budge.

"She locked the door and the key can't open it..." the woman explained.

Without waiting for her to finish, the man took a step back and kicked the tightly closed door with his long legs.

The door opened in response.

The curtains were tightly drawn, the bed was messy, the trash can was full of crumpled white tissues, but the floor was clean, and there was no woman in sight.

There was a sound of water splashing coming from the bathroom.

Yu Zhao rushed over and was thankful that the bathroom door was not locked.

As soon as he opened the door, the man paused.

Xia Xi, who followed closely behind, screamed when she saw the situation inside, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with both hands. Her pupils dilated and her eyelashes trembled constantly, as if she had seen something very shocking.

The lights in the bathroom were on, and the bright white, cool light reflected on the surrounding white tiles, casting a cold glow.

The floor was all wet, with new cold water constantly pouring out in waves, already ankle-deep.

The floor drain had no time to drain the water, not only because too much water rushed in at once, but also because clumps of hair blocked the drain.

Yes, hair, thick and tattered, floating from the surface of the bathtub to their feet.

And Xia Ran was standing in the bathtub.

The woman was standing straight in the middle of the white container that was still overflowing with water. Her thin pajamas had been completely soaked by the water and were sticking tightly to her body.

The small face, which was already the size of a palm, seemed to have become even smaller in the past few days, with a pointed chin and frighteningly large eyes.

His face was haggard and pale, without a trace of blood, with a faint dark blue tint under his eyes. His eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, revealing deep fatigue and despair.

However, the most shocking thing is her hair.

The originally shiny and smooth long hair was cut by her with some unknown tool like it was bitten by a dog. It was short here and long there. The shortest length was above the woman's ears. The whole hairstyle was a mess, with no rules and no beauty.

She was now holding an eyebrow razor in one hand, and even holding a handful of hair that had just been shaved in the other.

The hair she had cut off before was on the surface of the bathtub and slid down with the flowing water.

The whole scene was calm yet depressing.

Seeing them come in, the woman raised her mouth, smiled sweetly at them, and greeted them: "Sister, Yu Zhao."

hoarse voice.

Seemingly normal, his eyes were filled with a layer of mist, empty and without light, and without focus, like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.

The whole person is so fragile that he is about to break.

Yu Zhao's face was tense, and he almost tiptoed forward. He could hear his own breathing with every step.

Although I was flowing through water, I felt like I was walking on the edge of a knife, and my heart was being cut with every step.

Finally he came in front of the woman. The woman just smiled at him. The curve of her mouth did not change. Her head was slightly tilted, as if she was asking him, but there was no trace of him in her eyes.

"Ran Ran," Yu Zhao swallowed and looked at the woman standing in the bathtub who was not as tall as him, with pleading eyes, "Do you want to go out with me?"

"Okay." The woman smiled brightly.

The man hurriedly took the large bath towel given by Xia Xi and wrapped Xia Ran around it, then carefully picked her up. Sure enough, the woman's already thin shoulders began to hurt.

The air conditioner had been turned on in the room in advance. Yu Zhao slowly put Xia Ran on the bed and picked up a clean towel to wipe the girl's slightly wet and messy hair.

Looking at the strands of hair that were still floating down, the man's eyes became darker and darker, but the hands that were wiping his hair became more and more gentle.

It's not good to keep wearing wet clothes like this, or you'll catch a cold.

Xia Ran was discussing with Xiao Bai in her mind whether she would lose her job if she cut her hair short and went back to the dance troupe for training.

Xiaobai said yes.

Xia Ran: ...

Ahhh, it’s because the hero opened the bathroom door so suddenly, and she couldn’t control her hand because it was shaking. As a result, the eyebrow razor flew and shaved her hair directly onto it 555.

When she came back to her senses, she found that the man who had just been standing and wiping her hair was now kneeling on one knee in front of her.

Yu Zhao, who had been observing Xia Ran all the time, saw that the woman's eyes finally had some spirit, and took the opportunity to suggest, "Wet clothes are uncomfortable to wear, can I change your clothes for you?"

The woman nodded, being unusually obedient.

Yu Zhaowei breathed a sigh of relief, went to the closet and took out a woman's favorite white suspender skirt, and slowly took off the wet clothes she was wearing.

Xia Ran cooperated very well, raising her hands and looking up. As Yu Zhao's hands rose higher and higher, the woman's beautiful body slowly emerged.

She has narrow shoulders, a thin waist, long legs, and her skin is as delicate and smooth as white porcelain. She has a curvy figure and a slim and attractive posture.

Just like a precious and low-key porcelain, it blooms quietly in this small world.

The man was not in the mood to think about it now. He was staring at the ugly scar near the base of the woman's leg that looked like a centipede crawling. The woman had thin legs, and the flesh-pink scar almost surrounded half of her leg.

After watching the video, he still couldn't imagine that such a beautiful, dress-loving and fragile woman could endure the pain of a leg injury that day, happily accompany him for dinner, and say that she loved him very much.

As for him, he only tramples on other people's sincerity.

The man silently wiped the woman's wet body with a towel, his movements gentle. When he finished wiping her back and was about to wipe her front, the woman who had been silent all of a sudden said, "Yu Zhao, you took off my clothes again, are you going to throw me on the bed later?"

When Yu Zhao heard the woman's words, his head began to buzz and his hands holding the towel went numb.

"Let's get dressed first." He heard his own calm voice.