The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

After they walked away, Wei Mingyu rubbed his fingertips and looked at the wilted leaves on the grass with a thoughtful expression.

At first she just wanted to see if she could cure Wuxun's poison as a way to repay Wurong for saving her life, but when she touched his wrist, she discovered that there was a blue-gray sticky and turbid gas hidden in the young man's body.

The blue-gray turbid air sensed the approaching flesh and blood, and rushed over like a dog seeing a bone. However, before it touched the flesh and blood, it collided with the golden light of merit. As soon as they met, it melted quickly like snow under the scorching sun.

More importantly, the color of one side of the unchanging black hexahedron in his mind actually faded a little. Although it was only a little bit, Wei Mingyu still noticed it.

"So this is the turbid air in the mission?"

After realizing that her goal was becoming clear, she was no longer in a hurry to leave. At least she got rid of the turbid air in Wuxun before leaving.

On the other side, after Wuxun entered his room on the first floor, he looked at his wrist which still had a strange feeling, his eyes were heavy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, he suddenly curled his lips and chuckled, with a little light flashing in his eyes, "Interesting, nothing happened."

At first, he saw that Wei Mingyu had no reaction to poisoning, and subconsciously thought that she touched him with a book, but after coming to his senses, he could clearly confirm that the feeling that went away at the touch of a book was human skin, and most likely a finger.

This was the first time that someone had been able to touch him without the help of external forces. Even Wu An had to rely on his deep internal strength to be able to temporarily avoid being poisoned.

If you want to confirm whether your thoughts are true, you can test them again at night to make sure.

While waiting for dinner, Wei Mingyu always felt that the young man in the red robe opposite him looked at him with unusually strange eyes, as if he had discovered something interesting, full of curiosity and impatience.

That look made her lose her appetite and she reluctantly ate one bowl of rice before putting down her chopsticks.

Wu Rong was originally worried that the girl would eat too much again, but when he found out that she ate very little, he became even more worried.

He stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, and after a careful examination, he found nothing wrong, and couldn't help but wonder, "Is today's meal not to your liking?"

Before Wei Mingyu spoke, Wuan looked up at her first. His usually dull black eyes revealed a hint of uneasiness. He tasted all the dishes silently, but could not find anything wrong.

Wei Mingyu waved his hands hastily and explained, "No, no, these dishes are all delicious, but I ate too much at noon and a lot of cakes in the afternoon, so I can't eat anymore."

After saying that, the girl frowned and touched her belly, looking depressed as if she was greedy but had no stomach to eat.

Wu Rong was amused by her pitiful appearance and couldn't help pinching her pink cheeks and teasingly said, "So you are too full again. I said that you usually eat two bowls, but now you are full with just one bowl. This is the reason."

"Humph! I eat two bowls because I am growing taller."

Wei Mingyu did not lie. The pastries in the afternoon were so delicious that she accidentally ate too much. Coupled with Wuxun's inexplicable gaze, she really couldn't eat anymore.

She didn't expect that Wu'an not only cooked delicious food, but also made ordinary pastries so deliciously. After discussing with him for a while in the afternoon, he made all kinds of pastries outside in no time.

Wei Mingyu, who hadn't eaten sweets for a long time, couldn't help himself and ate most of the cakes, leaving not much.

Wu Yue looked down at the girl's fair face under the candlelight, glanced at the empty bowl in front of her with a faint smile, and whispered to Wu An: "Make less cakes in the future, so that she won't have to skip meals."

The helpless tone made Wei Mingyu feel that her own child was disobedient and ate too many sweets and didn't like to eat.

"No way! Brother An's cooking is so delicious, what's wrong with me eating a little more?" Wei Mingyu was overwhelmed. Isn't it normal for her to eat sweets at her age?

Wu An looked at the girl who was pouting in dissatisfaction, then looked at the food in front of him, and suddenly said sullenly: "Eat more, otherwise you won't grow taller."

Wei Mingyu: “…”

"puff!"

Wu Rong laughed unceremoniously, his hand holding the chopsticks shaking so much that he almost couldn't hold it steady.

Wuxun, lazily leaning against the back of the chair, curled the corners of his lips, obviously finding it interesting.

In the end, it was Wu Yue who had the final say and moved on from this topic.

"Okay, that's it."

Wei Mingyu left angrily, and the heavy footsteps as she went up the stairs expressed her dissatisfaction, causing Wu Rong to burst into laughter again.

When she returned to the room, the dissatisfied expression on her face immediately disappeared and she became embarrassed.

"He won't find out anything, will he?"

It was just a light touch that day, and an ordinary person would hardly notice anything wrong, but she ignored the fact that Wuxun had only had very few skin touches with other people since he was a child, so he was so sensitive.

That night, after washing up, Wei Mingyu lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his mind empty, entering a state of half awake and half asleep.

Suddenly, a rich floral fragrance wafted in from the open wooden window, layer upon layer, as if all the flowers of spring were blooming before one’s eyes.

The sleeping beautiful girl's breathing became heavier after smelling the fragrance of the flowers, as if she had entered a deeper dream. The slender white fingers placed on her abdomen were loosely clenched, like a white lotus blooming in the night, pure and flawless.

After a while, a tall black shadow slowly approached the edge of the bed. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face for a while. After making sure that she was asleep, he sat on the edge with peace of mind.

The corners of the scarlet dress fell to the ground like blooming petals, swirling and dragging on the ground.

Wu Xun whispered to himself, "Don't worry, I brought the antidote developed by Wu Rong. If I made a mistake, your life will not be in danger."

As he spoke, he stretched out a jade-like, slender finger and gently touched the girl's fingertips on her abdomen, which were so white and tender that they seemed to be glowing.

Time passed little by little, and the girl was sleeping peacefully, still breathing lightly with her eyes closed, and there was no sign of poisoning.

Wu Xun couldn't help but clench his fists. His palm, which was touching the girl's fingertips, slowly moved up, and landed on her pink cheek as if with some kind of desire, and poked it tentatively.

The rosy little face was as soft and smooth as he had imagined, and he felt an indescribable strange feeling as if he was poking fresh tofu.

After feeling it carefully for a while, he overturned the idea in his heart and thought that it should be more tender than tofu and softer than cotton.

After confirming what he was thinking, Wuxun should have left and returned to his room, but it was the first time he met someone who was not affected by the poison, which made him unable to help but stay and experience it carefully.

His fingertips occasionally touched the girl's exposed delicate skin. Sometimes, out of curiosity, he couldn't help but press lightly a few times to feel the pulse beating that was different from his own.

It was not until dawn that the scarlet figure quietly left.