Lanshu Pavilion.
Raksha limped into his room. Before he could sit down, he heard a voice scolding:
"It's so late, where did you go today?" The voice shocked Raksha, and quickly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, only to see a white-clothed man leaning on the side of the bed leisurely, playing with a thin white jade finger. With the hanging curtain of water, his eyes were fixed on the boy who had just entered the door.
"I, I, today, uh, did I go to the woods to practice sword?" Luo Sha's face turned pale for a while, and he said haltingly.
"Sword practice, are you alone?" The man didn't stop his movements, but his voice was raised a bit.
"Yes, yes, Tan Yu usually talks, I find it very annoying, so I went to the woods to practice swords alone." Seeing that the man didn't mean to blame himself, Luo Sha was bold when he spoke.
"In that case, I should praise you. It's really hard for a person to practice swords until so late!"
"Of course, Xiaofan's brother is so good to me, and I should behave well." Luo Sha looked at the man beside the bed with a coquettish smile, and the man responded to him with a slight smile.
"I'm limping until I practice sword training!" Chu Mengfan's eyes sank, and his gaze fell on Luo Sha's left foot.
"Ah, this, this, I accidentally fell while practicing the sword, you see, it was all swollen." As Raksha said, he rolled up his trouser legs, his ankles were raised high, the color was dark purple, and it looked hurt. It's really not light.
Chu Mengfan stared at Raksha’s wound without making a sound. He just got up like lightning and picked up the injured person and gently placed it on the body. His hands were softly brushed on the swollen ankles, and he checked carefully. With injuries.
The man's hands were kneaded and squeezed from time to time, sometimes his brows were deeply furrowed, and sometimes he sighed gently. This bitter boy under him was so "tortured", and he couldn't bear the pain for a long time. Broken Shen Yin overflowed in his mouth, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
After a long time, Chu Mengfan stretched out his eyebrows, and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't hurt my muscles and bones. I should rest for ten days and a half months."
With that said, Chu Mengfan looked up at the tearful man in front of him, as if he had been wronged, with tears on his face. Chu Mengfan looked funny and angry, and said softly: "Pain Is it great?"
After what he said, Raksha was even crying out of control, and he just opened his voice and started crying, tears welling up.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, it's all so big." Chu Mengfan comforted.
But these words didn't work at all. Looking at the boy in front of him, Chu Mengfan was a little helpless, letting him lean on his chest, until tears soaked through his thin coat, Rakshasa's crying slowly diminished.
"Why lied again this time?" There was no anger in Chu Mengfan's words.
Raksha was shocked when he heard the sound, and looked up at the man in front of him with tears in his eyes.
"What lies?"
"I have not pursued the previous things. You are not assuring me that you will not lie to me in the future. Why did you make a mistake again this time?"
Raksha looked at Chu Mengfan's sharp eyes and couldn't help but drop his head without saying a word.
"Why don't you answer my words?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." Luo Sha's voice was small, as if only he could hear him.
"Hey..." Chu Mengfan sighed and continued: "Why do you want to do this to Zilian?"
"You, do you know everything?" Luo Sha looked at him in surprise.