Ye Qingluo pulled back her thoughts from the darkness.
When she opened her eyes, there was a sharp tingling sensation in her head.
She raised her hand and pressed her head hard.
After sitting up from bed.
I saw...
There is a wooden chair next to the bed.
The man was sitting on top, leaning against the back of the chair, resting with his eyes closed.
On the stern face, the facial features were carefully carved, and when he closed his eyes, he didn't see the coldness of the past, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.
The thick eyelashes cast two curved shadows under the narrowed eyelids.
The lines on his entire face were softened a bit.
Ye Qingluo also noticed the obvious black and blue under the man's eyebrows.
Obviously, it was the tiredness after not closing his eyes for a long time.
The man is really too tired.
I was so tired that Ye Qingluo had already started to do it, but I didn't even notice it.
Ye Qingluo slowly put down the hand that was pressing on his head, and frowned slightly.
Memories of before he passed out came back together in his mind.
She fell into Chu Wuxin's trap.
She fell into a coma again.
Where did Chu Wuxin take her
How do you feel... They are a group of powerful people who like to tie people up without any explanation, and then secretly take them to strange places.
Ye Qingluo lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
My head felt dizzy for a while.
The body is still a little weak.
After standing silently for a few breaths, her body gradually got used to it, and she felt a little more comfortable.
She clasped her hands, and looked at herself with downcast eyes.
I didn't feel any other discomfort in my body.
Chu Wuxin didn't do anything to her because she was unconscious.
After stretching the lower limbs.
Ye Qingluo only looked at the surrounding environment.
This is a very spacious bedroom.
The furnishings are of high quality.
The style is very simple.
Just like Chu Wuxin, he exuded a coldness.
It is not difficult to see that this place should be Chu Wuxin's private space.
She walked around the house.
He had just reached the other side of the bed, which was the direction Chu Wuxin was facing away from.
Ye Qingluo suddenly stopped.
Here is a desk with a huge bookshelf behind it.
What attracted Ye Qingluo was neither the desk nor the bookshelf.
Instead... hanging on the bookshelf, picture scrolls one after another.
On the scroll, a woman is painted.
Ye Qingluo recognized the woman in the painting with just one glance.
is her.
On the desk, on the bookshelf...
All are pictures of her.
There is laughter and there is anger.
All kinds of actions and behaviors are painted extremely vividly.
Ye Qingluo was stunned by this scene.
These were all drawn by Chu Wuxin
Why did he draw so many portraits of her
Ye Qingluo couldn't tell what it was like.
Should it be said that Chu Wuxin loved her deeply
But thinking of Chu Wuxin, drawing so many portraits of her without her knowing.
I just feel uncomfortable.
Then, should it be said that Chu Wuxin is a pervert
However, in those scrolls, there are all her smiles and frowns, and there is nothing beyond.
She walked forward slowly and looked at the picture scrolls on the bookshelf one by one.
His eyes finally settled on the desk.
The ink on the painting on the desk is still wet.
It must have been drawn not long ago.
It was a picture of her unconscious on the bed.
She just reached out to pick up the portrait.
But his hand touched the inkstone beside him.
There was a "snap".
Things hit the ground heavily.
Ink splashed on the ground, rendering mottled traces.
This movement also awakened the sleeping person.