Male God's Freestyle Flirting Chapter 134

Han Yu raised his hand and touched his forehead, struggling to open his eyes.

Looking at it, there was no light in the room, and it was as dark as if it was still in the middle of the night. The simple chandelier on the ceiling looked a little strange, the young man stared at it for a while, and then gradually regained his senses.

He frowned, his good-looking features were wrinkled together, and his face was unusually haggard and decadent.

The doorbell in the living room had stopped, which gave Han Yu the illusion that he might be hallucinating. But after a while, the doorbell rang again, as if the person downstairs hadn't come in, and continued without giving up.

Han Yu was a little annoyed, turned over and pulled up the quilt, covering his head directly.

He was very tired, so tired that he wished he could sleep for three days and three nights without anyone bothering him.

But for some reason, Han Yu, who was in an extremely poor state of mind and very drowsy, suddenly couldn't fall asleep for no reason. There is always a voice in my heart saying - open the door, open the door quickly.

The boy opened his eyes again, the sleepy expression no longer existed, replaced by a clearness in the bottom of his eyes.

It's just that there are some flaws on the originally beautiful and delicate face.

Han Yu was injured.

In addition to the two deep red marks on the side of his face near the chin, there are also black and blue bruises on his neck, which looks terrible for no reason, as if he had been pinched by someone.

These are all minor injuries, the most serious one should be the scratch on the forehead.

It was a wound as long as a finger, the blood had already congealed, and the dried black red blood scab fell on the young man's fair skin, making it even more hideous.

Han Yu sat up with his hands up, his broken hair drooping slightly on his forehead, covering the shocking scar. He wanted to check the time, only to find that the phone was out of battery and turned off, so he simply got out of bed.

His lips were a little white and a little dry. He took a sip of the overnight water that was already cold on the coffee table in the living room, and then turned to look at the electronic screen at the door.

The person who rang the doorbell really persisted to the point of stubbornness. The noise made him unable to sleep. I really admire him for his perseverance.

Han Yu was going to see who it was.

He didn't wear shoes, and he stepped on the floor with bare feet, and the soles of his feet were slightly cold.

The electronic screen on the wall was on, showing the face of the visitor captured by the monitoring downstairs.

Han Yu squinted his eyes and looked far away, suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

The silhouette of the man...

It was rare for the young man to worry, and he walked towards the door almost in two steps in three steps.

near, near...

Han Yu gasped, his blood rushed straight to the top of his head, and his eyes turned black.

The person standing downstairs turned out to be... Tang Xia!

How did she come here? How can she find it? she…

Han Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes sank, and there was a trace of indescribable hesitation mixed with joy.

Can I let her see what I look like now?

The boy immediately turned around and ran into the bathroom, reaching out to turn on the light.

The light suddenly brightened.

Han Yu reflected in the mirror, with disheveled hair and black eyes, his proud face seemed to be discounted all of a sudden, showing a lethargy.

Of course, this is him in the eyes of the young man, after all, Han Yu's critical gaze will never let him go.

In fact, he is still good-looking, but he lacks the usual arrogance, self-confidence, unruly and willful.

Han Yu raised his arms and brushed away his broken hair.

This injury...how should I cover it?

He frowned tightly, and after thinking for a while, he opened the closet, took a piece of fever-reducing patch from the spare medicine box, and stuck it directly on his forehead in front of the mirror.

Because of the haste in his heart, Han Yu moved too much. As soon as he stuck it on, the wound that had finally scabbed open again, and blood immediately seeped out. He is a person who can endure pain, but he still couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and stuck the fever-reducing patch tightly.

The antipyretic patch is very cool, it is the kind of coolness mixed with mint, when it comes into contact with the wound, the pain...

It's like sprinkling salt or pouring oil into it...

Han Yu broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He stood still and supported the sink with both hands, shaking uncontrollably. Barely holding back, he took a few breaths before he calmed down and hurried back to the door.

Perhaps, there is really a kind of tacit understanding in this world, called a tacit understanding.

The girl who had been waiting downstairs for a long time, she didn't know where she got the courage from, she was uncharacteristically cowardly, and suddenly annoyed at the electronic screen—

"Han Yu, I know you're looking at me right now, open the door!"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and after three seconds, a smile spread across his face.

He smiled lowly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he reached out and clicked the lock button on the screen.

The girl who had just finished speaking on the opposite side heard the beep, and the door opened.

Her eyes widened, staring at the electronic screen in disbelief.

So just now, Han Yu was really... looking at her?

Inexplicably, suddenly, Tang Xia's nose became sore.

Somewhat aggrieved and sad, she sniffed and turned her head to open the door.

"Tang Xia, 201."

As if struck by lightning, he stayed in place.

The girl turned around blankly, the electronic screen did not show the boy's cheek, but his familiar voice came out.

It was only a short dozen hours since they separated, and she listened to his voice every day, but now, this gentle call is like the wind blowing through her heart, arousing a different kind of emotion.

Don't look forward to, don't beg, just think that if you can know that you are okay, that's good.

Tang Xia's eyes turned red, she let out an "um", and ran into the corridor quickly.

In less than ten seconds, the girl had already stood in front of Han Yu's house.

201, right here.

The door opened, but it was half-hidden. Tang Xia thought about it, and knocked on the door lightly, and then tentatively called out: "Han Yu?"

"exist."

The boy responded quickly, and from the distance of the voice, he seemed to be waiting behind the door.

Tang Xia relaxed, and said, "Are you the only one at home?" She pushed the door carefully, but before her fingers touched the door, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

In the next moment, the familiar scent of soap came over her face, Tang Xia was caught off guard, clasped her wrist with one hand, and pulled her directly into the room.

With a "bang", Tang Xia pressed her back against the heavily closed door, and when she raised her head, the young man's smooth chin was very close at hand, as if she could touch his skin with the corners of her lips as long as she raised her face slightly.

The two were almost hugging each other, Han Yu's breath was so close that Tang Xia was inexplicably nervous, and kept blinking to ease the embarrassment.

"Han Yu..." she whispered.

"Well," the young man murmured, holding the door with both hands above Tang Xia's shoulders, and happened to enclose the space, holding the girl in front of him with nowhere to escape, "I'm here." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, raising the girl by a head , this location is just right, intimate but not ambiguous.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip with her teeth, and suddenly noticed in a panic that there were obvious bruises on the boy's neck.

Startled, she looked up subconsciously, "Are you injured?"

"Aww..."

It doesn't matter if you don't lift it, if you lift it up, the top of your head will hit Han Yu's chin directly, causing the boy to be in excruciating pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tang Xia panicked, and quickly jumped away to apologize.

Han Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he squeezed his chin and narrowed his eyes, and said helplessly, "Tang Xia, you're really a little... puzzled."

Chapter end