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He took a dry towel, wiped his hair, walked out of the room, walked through the living room to the dining room, and saw Nie Renyan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming soup, looked at Ye Zhao with a serious face and said, "I You are holding something in your hand, you must not beat it, it will be fine if it is knocked over and hot, but it will be bad for you."
Ye Zhao: "..."
One thing comes down to one thing, when Lord Ye encounters such a beast, sometimes there is nothing he can do with his sincerity.
The soup was brought to the table, and the aroma tickled people's index fingers. Ye Zhao, who had no feeling at all, was sitting at the table and suddenly felt that he was really hungry.
Nie Renyan took the porcelain spoon and put it into the bowl, making a light jingle sound, Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the previous dream, the white tiger with wings, the long and narrow wound dripping with blood.
I don't know if it was because of the connection between the white tiger and Nie Renyan, Ye Zhao felt a little tighter when he thought of the wound...
The injured white tiger, the feverish Nie Renyan, a bit of ooze on the insole... Ye Zhao quickly stroked all the lines in his mind, he was almost 90% sure, only the last bit was left, for sure, irrefutable evidence...
"Yo! The shower head in the bathroom seems to be broken!" Nie Renyan put on a relieved expression (I finally made me wait until this day), holding the clothes, and said, "I went to your room to wash." Then, for fear that Ye Zhao would go back, he entered the bedroom in three steps.
"..." Ye Zhao drank the soup slowly and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
He planned to apply yào ointment to the wound, and then lay down on the bed to think about what he had thought before, but only when he walked to the room did he realize that the yào ointment was taken into the bathroom by him and forgot to take it out.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom.
Based on past experience, when Ye Zhao was taking a bath, Nie Renyan often took the opportunity to squeeze in, so when Ye Zhao was not in high interest, he would lock the door to prevent animals and animals, but Nie Renyan wanted Ye Zhao to break in, so he never did. The habit of locking the door.
Ye Zhao walked over, looked at the slit in the bathroom door, was silent for three seconds, then pushed the door expressionlessly and walked in.
With his back to the door, Nie Renyan was under the shower, rushing at the foam of the shampoo on his head. I don't know if it was because the sound of the water was too loud and the foam covered his ears, or because Ye Zhao's movement of pushing the door was too small, he didn't notice Ye Zhao who closed the door and was beside the washbasin.
But Ye Zhao saw at a glance the long and narrow scar on his back that had healed, but the color was obviously different from other skin—
It extends from the position of the right shoulder blade to the lower left, and gradually fades out at the position of the lower back, sloping across the entire back.
The exact same position and the same length, but this wound in Ye Zhao's mind fell on the back of the winged white tiger with hanging eyes. Walking away from him, the long scars on his back touched Ye Zhao's vision one after another along with his muscles as he walked...
He still clearly remembered the bloody appearance of the wound,