Lu Qichuan slowed down his movements and looked up at Tan Chenxiao, whose eyes were unwavering, "Who is she?"
"Why ask knowingly?" Tan Chenxiao said, without any emotion in his voice.
"I don't know, Tan Chenxiao, please tell me clearly, how busy am I? I've been following you around the world all these years just to be a substitute?" Lu Qichuan said, and threw the towel in his hand. beside her.
Tan Chenxiao closed his eyes, but quickly opened them, "Substitute?"
Aunt Afu knocked on the door and came to deliver medicine.
After Lu Qichuan took a deep breath, he adjusted his emotions, then turned around and went out to open the door to get the medicine. After thanking him, he asked Aunt Afu to rest early.
Aunt Ah Fu looked inside worriedly, "Is the painter lady okay?"
"It's okay, it's just a sprained foot. Aunt Afu should go to bed early." Lu Qichuan said, closed the door directly, went to the bathroom and bent down to put the towel in the hot water, then took it out and covered her red and swollen ankle. superior.
Tan Chenxiao looked at the mirror and was carried out by Lu Qichuan and placed beside the bed. She lowered her eyes and looked at the man kneeling on the ground to fix her ankle. He was still as gentle as ever, but his gentleness was all poppy.
She couldn't afford it, and she didn't dare to ask for it.
Tan Chenxiao's ankle was severely swollen. After applying a hot compress, Lu Qichuan heated the medicinal wine and then covered her ankle. "You and her are nothing alike."
The ankle was roasted by the medicinal wine, and it didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.
Lu Qichuan raised his head and looked at Tan Chenxiao who was still embarrassed from below, "You and her have never looked alike."
Tan Chenxiao suddenly felt ridiculous. If it was not the case, how could he have saved her back then
If not, how could he have recognized the wrong person, how could he have called her name at that time, and how could he have fled as if he had sobered up
You deceive yourself so much that maybe you even believe it
Tan Chenxiao suddenly reached out and hugged Lu Qichuan's neck, then bent down and kissed his lips.
Lu Qichuan: "..."
The next second, Lu Qichuan stood up and threw himself on the bed. Both of them were wet, and the bed was also wet.
Lu Qichuan's kiss was urgent and fell on her neck, leaving traces of it.
Tan Chenxiao's hand fell on his shoulder, leaving a series of red marks, and her body ached. She reached out and held Lu Qichuan's cheek. She didn't know if it was sweat or the rain that had not been wiped off, "I who is it?"
Like an obsession, she stubbornly wanted an answer.
"Tan Chenxiao." Lu Qichuan whispered, his lips fell on hers, "Tan Chenxiao."
Tan Chenxiao let go of his hand and allowed his request. Even if he got the answer, it seemed that it was not what he wanted.
He whispered her name in a low voice, but he couldn't wash away the sound from back then: Yuwei.
What's even more unforgettable is the shock in his eyes after he woke up, and the figure running away.
The heavy rain outside the window has not stopped all night, just like the man on the body.
As the sun rose in the east, Tan Chenxiao had already dressed and looked at the man sleeping on the bed.
It turns out that feelings also have a shelf life. Even if I got the answer I wanted in my obsession, I found that the shelf life has passed.
She was not as happy as she had imagined, and even felt disappointed.
Lu Qichuan, there is someone in your heart who has never left. Her name is Ye Yuwei.