Ambush from all sides

At night in early summer, the air in Changzhou has become humid and warm.The temperature in Changzhou has risen a bit slowly this year, so many flowers that bloom in late spring have not bloomed lively until now, and the red-leaved green peach in the backyard of Yuehua Building is one of them.

Zhan Hao told him that betau is also called Qianye Peach Blossom, and its common colors are white, pink and deep red, and Yuehualou grows red betau.Dead Leaf hates this color, because it reminds him of some bad pictures.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Zhan Hao entered the Yuehua Building with the dead leaves.As soon as they entered the lobby, the benefactors and prostitutes inside all looked at them, and the noise suddenly fell silent.Zhan Hao looked at the people around him, raised his eyebrows and showed a flattered expression, and pretended to be surprised: "Did something important happen in Changzhou Mansion in the past two days related to someone from Zhan? Why do you all look at me like this?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then they turned their eyes away noisily.Zhan Hao smiled leisurely, reached out to say hello to Gu Yuehua on the second floor, and walked towards the backyard with the dead leaves unhurriedly.

When walking in the green peach forest, the air pressure around the dead leaves has been very low.Zhan Hao turned his face to look at him, saw that his expression was resisting and stern, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Are you uncomfortable?" Withered Leaf raised his eyes to look at him briefly, frowned and shook his head: "No, it will be fine in a while."

Zhan Hao looked at him quietly, and he didn't look back until he was in front of Wan Shu's small building.

Wan Shu stood in the corridor on the second floor and looked at them, her eyes fixed on Zhan Hao, with a gentle smile on her face.

Zhan Hao looked up and smiled at her, then went upstairs with the dead leaves.When she walked to the door, Wan Shu squatted down slightly and made a blessing to Zhan Hao, raised her eyes and said softly, "Mr. Zhan's two days are really long." Zhan Hao stretched out his hand to help her up, with a smile on his face He asked non-smilingly, "Is Miss Wanshu complaining about Zhan?"

Wan Shu lowered her head and said with a light smile, "How dare Wan Shu, it's just that she misses you after seeing that the young master hasn't come for a few days." Saying that, she stretched out her hand and invited Zhan Hao in.Zhan Hao stepped into the threshold with his left foot, but suddenly turned his head to look at the dead leaves.Dead Leaf stood quietly in the corridor, looking at them expressionlessly.Zhan Hao smiled and gave him a look, and said, "You also come in."

Withered Leaf's eyes flickered, but she still stood still.Wan Shu and the two little maids looked at Zhan Hao in puzzlement, not knowing why he called Dead Leaves in, but Zhan Hao still insisted.He idly leaned against the door frame, with a helpless expression on his face, stretched out his hand and waved at the dead leaves, which meant that he had something to say.

Withered Ye walked over suspiciously, frowning, staring closely at Zhan Hao's smiling eyes.Zhan Hao watched him approaching with satisfaction, then stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, put his face next to his ear as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice: "What are you standing at the door? Those caring people see you outside, how dare you?" Is it near?"

Hearing Zhan Hao's murmured words, he felt his warm breath hitting the pinnae, Dead Ye subconsciously felt that it was unbearable, and wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't make any big moves in front of Wan Shu. So he had no choice but to endure the impulse, and Ren Zhanhao stuck in front of him.After Zhan Hao said the last word, he still clutched his wrist unsatisfactorily, and lowered his eyes to look closely at his forbearing face.After a while, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Wan Shu saw it from the side, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help biting her lip.

Wan Shu's room was lit with light sandalwood, and the quiet and distant tranquil fragrance slowly wafted in the room, making people feel peaceful.

Zhan Hao sat cross-legged on the soft couch, with dead leaves sitting beside him.Dead Leaf has never been to this kind of place, and once or twice, it just stares at the target that needs to be hunted on the roof or outside the window.Now sitting in the center of this gauze tent as a guest, listening to the sad tune played by Wan Shu, the uncomfortable and weird feeling all over his body made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Noticing his impatience, Zhan Hao secretly felt happy.He is really more and more satisfied with Dead Leaf's character. Although he is a little indifferent, but fortunately, his emotional experience is almost blank-what man doesn't want to be the first time for the person he loves?No matter which aspect is the first time, men are very concerned about it.

Leaning on the edge of the table with his chin propped on his arms, Zhan Hao leisurely listened to Wan Shu's music, looking at the dead leaves from time to time.

Dead Leaf sat frowning, staring gloomily at the table.Seeing his face getting more and more ugly, Zhan Hao couldn't help showing a smile that he couldn't help.He straightened up, sighed softly, stretched out his hand and poured the unmoving tea in front of the dead leaves into his own cup, and poured him another cup of hot tea.Dead Leaf frowned slightly watching his movements, saw him push the steaming tea in front of her, and said softly: "If you feel upset, just drink a couple of teas, we'll leave after listening to the music."

Withered Ye pursed her lips impatiently, took a deep breath in her heart, and then picked up the cup to drink it, but was stopped by Zhan Hao quickly: "It's so urgent, last time I got my tongue scalded in Fengyuan Building, this is the time to drink it." Forgot?" Hearing him mention this matter, Withered Leaf couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment.He paused a little irritably, and after a while, he drank the tea slowly.

Zhan Hao quietly looked at his still sulky eyebrows and eyes, and said softly: "Why, you think this song is not good?"

Dead Leaf rolled her eyes faintly, and muttered softly: "It's not as good as you play well."

Zhan Hao couldn't help being startled when he heard this, he looked at the unhappy expression of the dead leaf, and thought to himself when did he play the piano for him?After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that when they lived in Dali more than a year ago, there was a guqin in the place where they lived.While focusing on the matter of the sea, when he felt depressed, he played the piano a few times.Later, when discussing things with the second prince of the Nanman, I also played it... I guess Dead Leaf heard it at that time.

Zhan Hao raised his eyebrows quietly, and asked him in a nonchalant tone: "Which one of the songs I played before do you think is good?"

Dead Leaf rolled her eyes again: "Who still remembers, it sounds pretty good anyway."

When Zhan Hao heard this, he couldn't help laughing.He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.Those tunes were actually composed by him on a whim, without score or composition, but Dead Leaf actually thought it sounded good, which was an unexpected gain from this trip.

After a while, Wan Shu finally finished playing the lengthy piece of music.She slowly withdrew her hands, folded them neatly on her knees, quietly raised her eyes, and asked softly, "Mr. Zhan, what do you think of this piece?"

Zhan Hao was drinking tea with a teacup, when he heard the question, his drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, and his long eyelashes flashed like a butterfly flying.Looking at his deep eyes, Wan Shu's heart skipped a beat, but she lowered her eyes unbearably.Zhan Hao raised the corners of his lips soundlessly, put down the teacup in his hand, and said flatly: "Someone Zhan doesn't know the rhythm, Miss Wan Shu, you are asking the wrong person."

Hearing his answer like this, Dead Leaf's eyes couldn't help but feel a little disdainful—I can't understand the rhythm?Who played the piano so smoothly more than a year ago?

Just as he was muttering, he saw Zhan Hao quietly squinting his eyes and showing himself a sly smile.The dead leaves were stunned, and now they only felt that the lingering fragrance in the room was a little stronger, and the lights became more eerie.In the dim light and shadow, Zhan Hao's face exudes a strong aura of treachery, which makes people want to touch it.

On the opposite side, Wan Shu raised her face involuntarily, and looked at Zhan Hao with sparkling eyes.Zhan Hao stood up with a smile, walked unhurriedly to sit down in front of her.He stared quietly at Wan Shu's wet eyes, and said in a low voice, "Miss Wan Shu, someone Zhan has been really busy lately, so I delayed coming to listen to your song until now, and I probably have to leave later, I'm really sorry .Next time you have time, Zhan will come to meet the girl for tea and chat. But before you leave, Zhan has a heartfelt request..."

Wan Shu stared at him absent-mindedly, and said in a daze, "Young Master Zhan, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhan Hao squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "Recently, Yuehua Building has recruited new people?"

As soon as he finished asking this sentence, there was a gust of wind outside the window, as if someone was leaving quickly.Withered Ye frowned, pulled out the knife at his waist and wanted to rush out, but was stopped by Zhan Hao in a low voice: "Don't chase."

Withered Ye stopped and said, "Are you trying to let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Zhan Hao turned his face indifferently, and continued to stare into Wan Shu's eyes: "Just know that there is such a person, I will ask others to do the next thing, you don't have to worry about it." I didn't bother to care about it anymore, and continued to sit with a stinky face instead.He actually felt a little strange in his heart - he didn't feel anyone outside the window just now!I don't know if Wan Shu's piano sound disturbed my concentration or what, but I was a little dizzy, my eyes were shaking, and I felt uncomfortable.

On the other side, Zhan Hao stared at Wan Shu for a while, and suddenly blinked, Wan Shu's body trembled, and even the two little girls behind him took a quick breath.

"Master Zhan?" She looked at Zhan Hao who was sitting in front of her in some confusion, and murmured, "You, what do you...do you have something to say to Wan Shu?"

Zhan Hao looked at her faintly and smiled, and said in a relaxed tone: "Ah, I just want to ask Miss Wanshu, do you have any effective scar removal ointment here?"

"Scar removal ointment?" Wan Shu repeated softly, wondering if Zhan Hao had suffered some kind of injury?But as soon as this thought flashed across her mind, it flashed across her mind - the guard that Zhan Hao had been carrying these days had a mask on his face.

Thinking about it, Wan Shu couldn't help but look up at the withered leaves over there with an unhappy expression.From the very beginning, she felt that this man had a weird temperament, not like the person Zhan Hao always admired, but on that moonlit night, she saw the two of them walking home side by side on the road.And that day when she accidentally saw dead leaves in the yard, she thought that Zhan Hao was going to Changshu, why didn't he follow?Asking him to come up to get the cloak was indeed intended to let him pass the message, but it was also a temptation.

Inexplicably, she felt that this person was dangerous, not that he would hurt anyone's life, but... She felt that this person seemed a little special.A few days ago she had no reason to doubt this, but judging from today's situation, he is simply too special.

Zhan Hao has never brought anyone by his side, let alone physical contact within a foot.When they entered, Wan Shu saw Zhan Hao's smile—his eyes were only reflecting the masked figure.He was still holding the other party's wrist, and he didn't look uncomfortable at all, which made people feel... that he was happy to do it.

And now, Zhan Hao asked her for scar removal ointment because of him.

Wan Shu took a light breath, and looked away somewhat blankly, slowly falling on Zhan Hao's face.She opened her mouth, and it took a while to make a sound.

"Sorry, Wan Shu is rarely injured, so there is no such ointment."

Zhan Hao quietly stared at her moist eyes with a calm expression.After a long while, he stood up, stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes, and said calmly, "Really, then Zhanmou should go ask someone else." Then, he turned his head and smiled at Wanshu, saying, "Miss Wanshu, Zhanmou is going to ask someone else." I will come to listen to you playing the piano again when I have time, so I will bid farewell today.”

After finishing speaking, Zhan Hao walked out neatly with the dead leaves, neither of them looked back at her.

Wan Shu sat in front of the guqin, staring blankly at the open door.Outside the door, the silent moonlight was passing through the railing, shining into the porch, and part of it even crawled into the room.The cold and pale light made the heart in his chest gradually turn cold.

As soon as Zhan Hao walked to the edge of the yard with the dead leaves, and hadn't entered the main building of Yuehua Building, the two of them were stopped by a person running out from the slant.Dead Leaf's head was dizzy, and he frowned tightly to suppress the discomfort, and raised his eyes to stare at the guy in front of him - he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes, handsome and beautiful, but for no reason he was set off by the clothes and the attire. A seductive air.

Looking at the outstanding person in front of him, Zhan Hao raised his eyebrows leisurely, and said, "If I remember correctly, you should be Lord Qianzhong?"

Qianzhong gave him a coquettish smile, and said: "I remember Mr. Zhan promised me that next time he comes to Yuehua Tower, he will go to my place for a drink. A gentleman says a word, and a horse is hard to follow. Mr. Zhan is a man who keeps his word, so he won't break his promise, right?" ?” As he spoke, he raised his brows and eyes slyly, with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

After hearing his words, Zhan Hao first turned his face and glanced at the dead leaves.Withered Ye frowned with a headache, and shook his hand impatiently at him, meaning that you should deal with these troublesome things by yourself, I will not accompany you!Zhan Hao was made to laugh by his posture of tossing a hot potato, and his mood became better.He reached out and grabbed the dead leaf's wrist, turned to Qianzhong with a smile on his face and said, "Of course Zhan won't break his promise, but I'm afraid that someone needs to be added, Mr. Qianzhong won't mind?"

Seeing that he agreed, Qian Zhong immediately laughed happily, it doesn't matter whether he adds people or not, as long as he goes to Zhan Hao!He immediately reached out and hugged Zhan Hao's arm, impatiently said: "I don't mind, I don't mind! Mr. Zhan, go this way, my room is upstairs in front!" As he spoke, he tugged Zhan Hao on his own go forward.Zhan Hao held on to the dead leaf tightly, and dragged him to Qian Zhong's side.

Annoyed at being pulled by him, the dead leaf cursed "let go" in a low voice while struggling hard, but Zhan Hao pulled him closer with a sly smile, put his face next to his ear and said, "Just a moment, a moment Well, don’t go this time, next time he will have to pester me.”

"Can't you go by yourself?!" Dead Leaf scolded angrily, feeling dizzy and dizzy as she walked, and the pain in the back of her head was splitting.Zhan Hao tilted his head with a smile, and said softly, "You are my bodyguard, of course the bodyguard has to protect the master, otherwise what should I do if I encounter danger?"

The dead leaf was choked by him so angry——will you encounter danger again? !When have you ever been in danger, obviously you are the biggest danger!The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and just as he was about to reach out to break Zhan Hao's fingers, Qian Zhong, who was walking in the front, kicked the door and pulled the two of them into the room.

"Young Master Zhan, we're here!" Qian Zhong said, and smiled and ordered his servants to bring up the hidden wine: "This is the best Sangluo wine, I entrusted a lot of people to buy it, and ordinary people can't drink it !"

Zhan Hao bent his lips and walked in with a smile on his face, dragged the angry dead leaves to sit down, and said, "Oh, really? Then I have to taste it." While speaking, Zhan Hao looked at it slightly Taking a look at the layout of the room, one can see that the room is spacious and gorgeous, and the tables, chairs, cabinets, and tea sets are all similar to those in Wan Shu's room, and the heart of comparison is obvious.

It seems that the thousands of disputes rumored by others in the Yuehua Building is really true.

Zhan Hao pondered, with a clear smile on his face.He sighed quietly, sat up straight, holding the left hand of the dead leaf in his right hand, watching the servants bustling in front of him and behind him quite comfortably.But after a while, Zhan Hao became a little absent-minded.In front of him, Qianzhong was pouring wine for him with great interest, but the dead leaves beside him... were dull-headed and didn't make any movement.

The candlelight in the room is warm and the incense is strong.The little killer who was still twisting and twisting just now sat beside him with his head buried in silence, short of breath, his right hand was still supporting his forehead, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

Noticing his unusual state, Zhan Hao frowned faintly.At this time, Qianzhong poured the wine and was warmly calling him to taste it.Zhan Hao took it with a smile on his face, and saw him reach out and hand another bowl to the dead leaf.

"Brother, do you want to try my Sangluo wine too?" Qianzhong smiled coquettishly, holding the bowl in front of the dead leaf with both hands.Dead Leaves remained silent and did not answer, and after a while, his drooping head faintly moved.Zhan Hao frowned, feeling more and more that something was wrong.He put down the wine in his hand, stretched out his hand to shake the dead leaf's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Bie Cen, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Qianzhong was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the wine bowl froze, feeling a little at a loss for a while, and blinked in confusion with his big eyes drawn with eyeliner.

The dead leaf hung its head, rubbing its forehead in the palm of its hand for a while, and made a fuzzy panting sound from its mouth.Zhan Hao's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and he quickly reached out to hold his face up.

Under the ambiguous orange light, Zhan Hao saw that the right half of the dead leaf's face was flushed strangely, and sweat was faintly oozing from his forehead.His eyes were half-closed, his gaze was distracted, and his brows were furrowed.This look is just like...

Thinking of something in his mind, Zhan Hao narrowed his eyes, frowned coldly, and began to sniff the scent of incense floating in the air.The rich orchid fragrance, mixed with the aroma of trifoliate and sage... And under the strong fragrance, there is a kind of indistinguishable, special sweet smell——

Zhan Hao stretched out his hand to hug the slightly trembling dead leaves into his arms, his face darkened, he turned his head and stared coldly at Qian Zhong who looked bewildered, and instantly exuded a sinister and terrifying aura: "Your methods... ...It's really despicable!" He had a low voice, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and his pupils slowly narrowed.Qianzhong's entire body became stiff and cold under his stare, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as he stretched out his hand and strangled his neck forcefully——

"You dare to use things like poppies! Gu Yuehua is so daring to this point, she still keeps you..." Zhan Hao said coldly, his fingers slowly tightened, The heavy neck made a "clucking" sound.Just when he wanted to cut off the guy's neck, the dead leaf leaning against his arms let out a low, painful hoarse gasp.Zhan Hao felt his body start to twitch slightly, and his teeth also collided with a "click" sound...

It seems that the effects of the poppy are about to kick in.With a dark face, Zhan Hao threw Qian Zhong aside forcefully, put his arms around the dead leaves and walked out.When he arrived at the door, he hugged the dead leaf horizontally, floated his body lightly, touched the pillars in the corridor, jumped onto the roof in an instant, and flew away like a night owl.

He had forgotten—he had forgotten!The incense materials used in brothels are not pure, more or less aphrodisiac and hallucinogenic drugs.He has been immersed in poison since he was a child, so he is immune to all poisons, but Cen Bie...he must have rarely been exposed to this kind of poison, that's why he fell into the Tao so easily!He stayed in Wanshu's room for so long, and then he was smoked by poppies in Qianzhong's place...

Zhan Hao thought about it distractedly, only feeling regretful.The night wind was so cold, yet he could feel the unusually high heat on Dead Leaf's body... He was panting in pain, as if he was using his last rationale to fight against the illusion, and his true energy was also raging in his body , looking around for an outlet to vent.

Facing the night wind, Zhan Hao gritted his teeth and hugged the dead leaves even tighter into his arms.

When he hurried into the room holding the dead leaf with a stern expression, the dead leaf was already unconscious.Zhan Hao put him on his bed, and saw a dazed and at a loss expression on his face, his lips trembling, and his eyes faintly rolled.With a dark face and frowning, Zhan Hao took out a roll of silver needles and a small bottle of shochu from the cabinet, spread them out and placed them on the table.After a while, he smeared the wine all over his hands, and with a touch of flint, the silver needles were sterilized by the flames in his hands.

The poison in the dead leaves is probably not just the poppy, as the poppy can't achieve such a strong effect. It is estimated that the incense also contains amaryllis root.Zhan Hao walked up to Dead Leaf with his eyes downcast, reached out his hand to his chin and pulled the hidden button mechanism, and took off his mask.At this time, he could see the scars on his left face clearly—some serious burns, and the light brown scars were congealed on his face, covering part of the tattoo, and it was impossible to tell what kind of beast it was.

This is what Zhan Hao has always wanted to see, but he can't care less about it now.He stretched out his hand to take off Dead Ye's shirt, without looking at the pattern on his left chest, he quickly inserted silver needles into the various acupuncture points on Dead Ye's upper body.Feng Chengqian sealed Qihai below, and also pierced the Hegu acupoint on his tiger's mouth.Withered Ye trembled all over, exhaled faintly, then his body became limp, and his eyes closed tiredly.

Seeing him relax, Zhan Hao reached out to take his pulse at this moment.At this time, the pulse condition of the dead leaf gradually changed from disorder to stability, and the chaotic true energy began to return to the dantian.Zhan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and his face softened a little.He slowly put away the needle roll, fixed his eyes on the dead leaves, and then quietly sat down on the side of the bed.The state of the dead leaves gradually calmed down, but the flush on his face still did not fade.Zhan Hao paid close attention to his face, his left shoulder covered by the scar... After a while, his eyes were slowly drawn to the tattoo on his chest.

The skin on Dead Leaf's body was as pale as his face, so the black tattoos and beige scars stood out all the more.Zhan Hao frowned, and carefully sized up the scaled beast—black flowing mane, four-legged, sharp claws, and a body shape that looked a bit like a jackal.It's a pity that the head was covered by scars, so he couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely see a... sword in the beast's mouth.

The second son of the dragon, Yazi.

Zhan Hao's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help reaching out to caress the tattoo.As the saying goes, a meal of virtue must be repaid, and grievances must be repaid.Yazi is an auspicious beast that suppresses evil. It is estimated that his eldest brother asked someone to stab him, in order to remind him to distinguish between grievances and enemies, eliminate evil and avoid danger.

...but he is a big brother who loves his younger brother.

Zhan Hao lowered his eyes, with a faint smile on his face.His fingers stuck to the warm skin of the dead leaves, and couldn't help sliding to other parts of his body.Withered Leaf's body is lean and slender, without a trace of excess flesh.Touching it up with my fingers, I just feel that the underside of the fingertips is very strong, with healthy elasticity.Zhan Hao squinted his eyes, looked at the sleepy face of the withered leaves, and leaned over slowly...

He gently removed the silver needle from Dead Leaf's body and put it on the bedside cabinet. Dead Leaf's brows frowned immediately, as if she was about to wake up vaguely.Zhan Hao's hand gradually touched his face, his rough scars, warm lips... The breath he exhaled was so tempting that Zhan Hao couldn't help squinting his eyes, and slowly pressed against him.

Maybe taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman does, but Zhan Hao couldn't help it.As soon as he got close to the dead leaves just now, he smelled a strange breath.It's hard to describe the smell, it's not the smell of incense just now, it's not the smell of sweat, and it's not anything Zhan Hao has smelled before.If you want to use any smell as a metaphor, this taste is like ripe fruit, which is ripe, so it emits a rich and attractive aroma.

It should be the physical smell of a mature man, belonging to dead leaves... belonging to Cen Bie.Zhan Hao put his nose against his cheek, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes forbearance.He couldn't help but want to bite the dead leaves to confirm the delicious meaty taste, but he couldn't.If there are traces left, Dead Leaf will definitely become suspicious when he wakes up tomorrow, or even run away...he can't act rashly.

Zhan Hao closed his eyes, put his hands on the dead leaf's neck, and stroked his body vigorously.He heard the dead leaf breathing heavily under his caress... He opened his eyes, and saw that the other person's brows were slightly furrowed, revealing an uneasy expression.Zhan Hao leaned against his forehead, let out a deep laugh, and then slowly closed his mouth with his mouth.

Don't bite, it's okay to kiss.Zhan Hao thought wickedly, couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and slowly prying open the dead leaf's teeth.Hot and humid mouth, soft tongue, Zhan Hao closed his eyes, sucking his lips vigorously, the breath of the two gradually blended together.The dead leaf in a coma is very well-behaved and honest, it can even be said to be obedient.Maybe it was because of the medicine, Zhan Hao felt the dead leaves let out an unbearable gasp under his kiss, and the muscles in his body gradually tensed... His body was trembling faintly, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Zhan Hao wrist.

Zhan Hao was taken aback, then stopped moving.

Could it be that you are already awake?Zhan Hao retracted his tongue calmly, slowly raised his body, and looked at the half-opened eyes of the dead leaves.At that moment, Zhan Hao felt a little bit guilty...but it was only for a moment, because he quickly regained his composure - the eyes of the dead leaves were blank, it is estimated that after taking the silver needles, the effect of the poppy is somewhat return.But after the sedation just now, his vigilant instinctive defense consciousness has gradually calmed down. Instead of trying his best to mobilize his internal force to resist as before, he obediently let the effect of the medicine control his body.

This is really... the delicacy delivered.

Zhan Hao laughed out loud, then stretched out his hand to hug the soft and submissive withered leaves tightly into his arms, and kissed his neck forcefully.

Withered Ye felt that she did not sleep well, felt dizzy, and her dantian was extremely hot.He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't wake up, like a ghost pressing the bed - indeed he also felt that something was pressing him.At the same time, a hot breath lingered on her body, slowly sliding from her neck to her chest, and even spread to her lower body.

The touch made him flustered, especially when he was powerless to fight back.It felt like a viscous liquid trapped him in a closed box, and he could only perceive the fluctuations of the outside world through these intangible things, and he was terrified inside.

In the midst of anxiety, for a while, he felt an unspeakable touch, bone erosion and turbulence, which took all the strength from his whole body.At that moment, Dead Leaf felt as if he had fallen into the clouds and mist, and he couldn't find a point of strength in the surroundings, so he could only drift with the current, letting the feeling that made him tremble control his body... he didn't know where he was going.

He could only feel the pleasure getting stronger and stronger, lifting him higher and higher in the air.But after reaching the peak, the situation immediately took a turn for the worse. He felt like a bird whose wings had suddenly snapped off being thrown into the abyss and fell into the stagnant darkness... Immediately, the hallucination ended here.

After a long time, the dead leaves slowly woke up.His head seemed to have been in a deep sleep for three days and three nights, and it was so painful that his eyes couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.When the blurred light shines through the pupils to the bottom of the eyes, Dead Leaf gradually sees clearly that this is his room and this is his bed.The surrounding sky was bright, and the time seemed to be close to noon. He shook his head uncomfortably, and then felt a furry thing rubbing against his waist.

Dead Leaf frowned weakly and sat up, seeing the little mandarin duck sitting beside him, holding a kitten on him, and the cat on his waist was Xiaojiaoer.

Xiao Jiaoer moaned and groaned, rubbing his body limply on his bare waist.Withered Ye stretched out her hand to pick it up, but the little mandarin duck put another one on it.The dead leaf had no choice but to reach out and flick one of its brains lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't make trouble, take them back to the nest."

The little mandarin duck tilted its head to look at him, then turned its head and "meowed" to the outside after a while.Dead Leaf was stunned, turned her head to look across the hall, and saw Zhan Hao sitting at the table, looking at him with a quiet smile.

"Wake up, do you feel unwell?"

Withered Ye was startled, and reflexively reached out to touch her face, only to find that the mask was not there!He groped for the head of the bed again, but couldn't find it.Dead Leaf frowned, covered the left half of her face sullenly, and growled in a low voice, "Where did you get my mask from!"

Zhan Hao smiled calmly and said, "I gave you the needle last night, it might have left it in my room, I'll get it for you later."

Withered Leaf frowned and stared at him, stroked the scar on her face with her fingers, and felt that the touch was a bit wrong, sticky and greasy.He was puzzled and touched it carefully, feeling like something was painted on.The dead leaves were hairy, and they shouted again: "What did you put on my face!"

"It's just some scar-removing medicine. Don't be nervous. Instead, it happened last night. Why didn't you ask?" Zhan Hao smiled calmly and took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner.Dead Leaf frowned tightly, remembering the weird sense of restraint and stagnation when she fell asleep last night, and carefully recalled what happened yesterday when she went to Yuehua Tower - they entered Wanshu's room, listened to her playing the piano, and then...then what ?How did you come back?Just now Zhan Hao said to help him with acupuncture, why should he do it?

Zhan Hao saw that his eyes were puzzled and entangled, and he looked puzzled, but he kept his mouth stubborn and didn't ask him.He sighed and said, "I didn't think about it last night and took you to Yuehua Tower. Wan Shu and the later Qianzhong, the incense in their room was filled with psychedelic drugs. You are poisoned." gone."

"Medicine?" Dead Leaf frowned and repeated, "What kind of medicine?"

"The poison of poppy and amaryllis root, one is anesthetic and the other is hallucinogenic, that's why you don't have the memory of last night." Zhan Hao said, got up and walked towards him.Withered Leaf stared at him, and immediately retreated a little into the bed vigilantly holding the cat.Zhan Hao looked at him condescendingly, looked at his bare upper body, the two blushing spots on his chest, and couldn't hide his face, revealing a triumphant smile of unknown meaning.

"What are you looking at me for?" Dead Leaf stared, all muscles tensed.Zhan Hao shrugged his shoulders calmly, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "You have the tattoo on your body, what about your face?"

When Dead Leaf heard this, there was a moment of embarrassment on her face.He stretched out his hands to wrap the quilt around himself, covering his bare upper body, and glanced to the side: "What's the question?"

Zhan Hao narrowed his eyes, dragged a stool over and sat down in front of his bed, stretched out his hand to hold the little mandarin duck into his arms, and said, "I just want to know that a big brother who cherishes his little brother so much will not only help his little brother, but also help him." What kind of pattern do you want to tattoo?" As he spoke, he leaned back in the chair leisurely, hugged the cat and looked at the dead leaves with a smile.

Withered Ye turned her head away and looked away, her lips were tightly pressed and she did not speak.The room suddenly became very quiet, only the faint whining of the cat.Withered Leaf put the little horn on the pillow beside her, turned her side and began to put on her clothes without saying a word.Zhan Hao didn't speak or move, just sat aside and watched him wear it quietly.With the movement of the dead leaves, his pale skin was covered, and his tattooed chest was covered.When every inch of skin on his body that was touched and kissed last night - except the face and neck - was covered by clothes, Zhan Hao withdrew his straight eyes and stood with the little mandarin duck in his arms. get up.

"I'll make medicine for you to cleanse the remaining poison. After you wash up, come over to eat. It's almost noon." Zhan Hao told him leisurely as he walked out, his figure gradually swayed out of the room.Withered Ye frowned, and the movement of arranging clothes slowly stopped.He sat on the bed, his expression in a trance for a moment.

The look in Zhan Hao's eyes just now made him feel like a thorn in his back, like a mouse being targeted by a snake, terrifying and dangerous.Dead Leaf thinks she is not afraid of Zhan Hao, mainly because Zhan Hao is not his enemy.But he never thought about what his situation would be like if one day Zhan Hao tried his best to deal with him.

He didn't really have the confidence to win.

At this time, Xiaojiao hummed twice on the pillow, drawing Dead Leaf's attention back.Withered Leaf turned her face to look at it, with a thin body, soft white fur, and a small pink mouth wriggling gently.Withered Leaf reached out to hug it, and held it up to her eyes. The cat's eyes hadn't opened yet, perhaps because it felt cold, and it was trembling faintly at this moment, whining pitifully.

Withered Leaf reached out and pinched its little feet, then put it into the cat litter.

Not necessarily winning...but not necessarily losing either.He could feel that Zhan Hao had no malice towards him, but he was strangely aggressive.This inexplicable sense of crisis reminded him of the bone-destroying pleasure he felt last night in the deepest darkness, that terrifying feeling that he could not resist but could only be passively accepted...

Dead Leaf took a deep breath, feeling a little flustered uncontrollably.The recollection of last night made him feel a little scared, yes - afraid, afraid of being pulled by that unknown force, losing the consciousness of autonomy, and only drifting with the flow.

His cheeks felt a little hot, and even the scars on his face were itchy.

Summer...it's summer again, every hot, tormenting summer.