The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

When Su He returned to the inn, Song Yu had not yet gotten up. Perhaps because she had just experienced a fierce battle yesterday, she felt a little uneasy when sleeping.

She had a dream. She dreamed that Su He was fighting, but she didn't know who he was fighting with, only that it was very intense.

She was about to open her mouth to shout, but she felt a pain in her heart. She looked down and saw a long sword stuck in her heart.

There is no pain in dreams, but Song Yu felt a pain in her heart, which woke her up immediately.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Song Yu breathed heavily like a fish short of oxygen.

She sat on the bed, cold sweat on her back. How could she have such a horrible dream?

She raised her hand to her chest, and her heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Although the dream just now was vague, it felt so real.

But there is no genetic history of heart disease in their family. Her grandparents are all in good health.

The probability of her having a heart attack is low.

He rubbed his chest and said to himself, "Maybe I'm too tired these days." Lack of energy can also affect sleep quality.

I got out of bed, poured myself a cup of cold tea, and drank it to calm my anxiety.

She glanced at the door, wondering if Su He had returned. It was really inconvenient that she didn't have a cell phone to contact him.

She packed up quickly, opened the door and went out with her stomach rumbling.

Su He lived next door to her. He walked to the door of the next room and knocked, not sure if there was anyone inside.

Luckily, there was someone there.

The door opened, and Qingxi, covered in sweat, appeared.

"What are you doing? You're sweating." Song Yu asked, looking at Qingxi.

Qingxi said: "Miss, I am cleaning the house. I wiped everywhere and it is a little hot."

Song Yu had no doubts and just said, "If it's too dirty, ask the waiter to change to another room."

"It's okay, I've already cleaned it up." Qingxi said with her eyes lowered.

Song Yu didn't say anything more, just asked, "Is Su He back?"

"The young master hasn't come back yet." Qingxi answered truthfully.

Song Yu murmured: "He hasn't come back yet. It's already past noon."

"If you are worried, how about I accompany you to look for him?" Qingxi said.

Song Yu thought about it and refused: "No, by the way, have you had lunch?"

Qingxi shook her head. Seeing this, Song Yu said, "There is food in the bag. When you are alone in the future and it is time to eat, just take it out and eat it yourself."

After saying that, he took out a tael of silver and a string of copper coins from the purse at his waist and handed them to Qingxi.

Seeing this, Qingxi took two steps back and refused repeatedly: "No, I don't need it, girl..."

Song Yu didn't wait for him to finish, and directly stuffed the things into his hands and said: "Take it, poor family rich road, just in case. This money is yours now, you can spend it however you want."

Qingxi held the silver and copper coins in his hand as if they were hot potatoes. The most difficult thing was that he couldn't throw this hot potato away easily.

Song Yu tightened his purse and said, "Let's go downstairs and eat something. I'm hungry too."

I slept for most of the day and only had breakfast and half a cup of tea. I was already hungry.

It was around 3:30 in the afternoon. Lunch was too late and dinner was too early, so afternoon tea was just right.

Song Yu ordered two bowls of mutton noodles. Qingxi was still a little hesitant: "The young master hasn't come back yet."

Song Yu was already dividing the chopsticks and said, "He's such a big man, he can't be lost. His fighting power is higher than the two of us combined. Don't worry, sit down and eat noodles."

Qingxi wanted to say something but stopped herself. Finally, she listened to Song Yu and sat down to eat noodles, but her eyes would occasionally look towards the entrance of the inn.

"You are such a beautiful girl. I fell in love with you at first sight. May I get to know you?" A handsome scholar suddenly sat down next to Song Yu, looking at him with a half-smile in his eyes.

"Where did you come from, you scoundrel? How dare you speak so rudely? If you don't leave now, I will not be polite to you." While Song Yu was stunned, Qingxi glared at the scholar with a frown.

The scholar glanced at him lightly, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Seeing that the scholar turned a deaf ear to his warning, Qingxi took out a dagger from somewhere at lightning speed and was about to put it against the scholar's neck.

Song Yu said slowly: "Okay."

These two words made the scholar's eyes flicker slightly, and also made Qingxi's movements freeze. Then he looked at Song Yu in disbelief.

Song Yu put down his chopsticks, looked at the scholar, and said slowly: "I think you are also handsome and elegant, just my type."

"Do you like this?" The scholar was immediately defeated.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing: "Pfft, hahahaha."

The scholar then realized that he seemed to have been seen through a long time ago.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and said with a hint of distress: "Is it so easy to be recognized?"

After Song Yu finished laughing, he also reached out to touch his face, and sighed as he touched it: "Amazing, you can't tell at all."

Su He froze, but he didn't retreat and let her caress him: "But didn't you see it at first glance?"

Song Yu put down his hand and said, "I didn't tell by looking, I smelled it."

"Can you smell it?"

Song Yu nodded: "My nose is very sensitive and I can smell the different scents of everyone. Although your appearance has changed, the scent of your body has not changed."

Su He actually raised his sleeve and smelled it, but he didn't smell the smell that Song Yu described.

However, Song Yu had a unique herbal smell on his body.

Song Yu watched his movements with a smile. Glancing at Qingxi who hadn't reacted yet, he reminded him, "He's Su He."

Qingxi's eyes showed surprise, because the scholar in front of him was completely different from Su He's original appearance.

"What are you making of this? It's not really a human skin mask, is it?" Song Yu stared at Su He's face, his eyes full of curiosity.

Su He said, "I brought some back with me. I'll make one for you later."

Song Yu's eyes lit up: "Okay, can you specify the appearance?"

"What do you want to disguise yourself as?" Su He asked.

Song Yu said, "Something ordinary, but not too ugly."

"Okay." Su He agreed.

"Plop!" The sound of chopsticks falling to the ground.

Song Yu looked over, puzzled, "Qingxi, what's wrong with you? You can't even hold your chopsticks steady?"

Qingxi said in a panic: "No, it's okay."

Song Yu was sharp-eyed. She looked at his hands and said, "Are your hands shaking?"

Qingxi pressed her left hand against her right hand and said, "No, I just bumped into it while cleaning the room."

Song Yu said, "You are so careless. Be more careful next time."

"Ayu." Su He called out.

Song Yu's attention was drawn back: "Huh?"

"Let's go get some masks," Su He said.

Song Yu nodded: "Okay, but let's eat first. Have you eaten lunch?"

Su He shook his head, and Song Yu called the store owner again and asked for a bowl of mutton noodles.

After eating, the three of them went upstairs, and Su He followed Song Yu back to the room.