Kill And Follow

Everything is like night.

Chu Wei opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, trying to see something, only to realize that he had been blind for two days.

Immediately, the... people around him moved, touched his hand, and quickly moved away.

"Shu...shu?"

Shu put his palms in front of his eyes and closed them.

Then there was a very gentle voice, Chu Wei noticed that Shu's voice was very much like an ordinary person.

"You're awake, do you want to eat?"

"...Well, I want to get dressed, you—" Oh, neither of them can see.

Chu Wei stopped what he said next, because Shu had already handed his clothes to his hand, within reach of his hand.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze staring at him gently and indifferently.

But it's fleeting.

Shu... what does it look like?This idea has been circling in my mind since that day, and now, as if I want to break my head - I want to see him.

Tick.

Who gently wiped the water droplets from the corners of his eyes.

Who took his hand.

"Have a meal."

These words were very stiff, but Chu Wei somehow felt his heart beating violently.

He took the initiative to shake it back.

Shu lowered his eyes.

He regained his light, and saw the young man who was about to be chased smiling at him cautiously.

Can't tell what kind of feeling.

Do you want to start?Today is the day it all ends.

Can I do it?Shu suddenly grasped his hand tightly, and immediately let go when he heard Chu Wei groan in pain.

Strange, why do you care so much about this person...

He also remembered that all the medicines used on a person like him would shorten the time, then—the person in front of him would eventually recover one day.

That day, it won't be like it is now.

Even the weakest people will not be like this.

At the moment of opening the door, Shu stroked Chu Wei's face, closed his eyes, and gently kissed the corners of his eyes.

Just now there are tears here, a little smooth.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw Chu Wei, everything changed.

Chu Wei's reaction to this was surprise, and the expression on his face was simply not concealed, just like that.

"What kind of buns do you like to eat?"

Shu remembered the question Chu Wei asked him yesterday, and asked Chu Wei the same way.

Chu Wei tilted his head in doubt, and secretly smiled.

Now, Shu could see clearly, like the smiles he had peeped on the two lovers.

Ah, so this is what is called love?

Chu Wei replied: "Small steamed buns!"

A feeling of being soaked in a honey pot suddenly surged in his chest, and his whole body was very relaxed.

It's okay to be blind.

Shu accurately held his hand.

He had actually made many mistakes before, but this time he made no mistakes.

Chu Wei and the others ate very well in the early morning, and the waiter was tired and slumped on the small table over there drinking tea.

Jiang Buhuo looked sideways at Shu, and then at Chu Wei.

A silver ingot was thrown on the counter.

They went upstairs again.

Jiang Buhuo shook his head, turned out a script, smiled and said to the waiter over there, "Do you know when assassins can't kill people?"

"What is it? From the shopkeeper? What are you talking about?"

Xiaoer Tianqing was still tired and couldn't hear what the shopkeeper said.

Jiang Buhuo didn't repeat it, he was just looking for someone to talk to, to satisfy his feeling of being talkative.

He said—"When he has a heart."

Shu took out his dagger, which was heavily poisoned, and now he couldn't hold it.

"Shu?"

Chu Wei called him.

He leaned against the bed drowsily, opened his eyes and looked at him, both pitiful and lovely.

Shu rubbed his face and smiled unconsciously.

Now, he found himself smiling.

Immediately, Shu restrained his smile, trying to pretend to be very vicious.

"Shu, I want to rely on you."

But the body automatically acted as a pillow for this noble young man.

Shu silently extended his hand to Chu Wei's hair.

His hair was scattered, falling from his shoulders to his arms. His long hair was as black as ink. When he closed his eyes, he quietly looked like peach blossoms swaying in spring.

Shu stroked Chu Wei's long hair and stroked it.

He let out a breath of satisfaction, falling on his chest, trembling the heart in the skin.

It's beating.

Shu lowered his head and adjusted his posture so that he could lean on himself better.

The black hair fell to the corner of his eyes, and Shu picked it up.

It was very quiet, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafting from the window could not invade Shu's attention.

Soon, the morning passed.

And Chu Wei was woken up by his stomach hunger, he opened his eyes.

Shu saw the light and it lit up.

He covered Chu Wei's eyes with his hand.

Chu Wei saw someone's weather-beaten palm with dense scars—he saw it.

The light that leaked during that time made him feel a sting.

Shu cut off the sunlight, possessed him and kissed him.

Is it the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, or the gentle taste?Chu Wei closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling.

Then, he saw the appearance of the man, silent, staring at him with dark eyes, just an ordinary face, but it seemed like a god had descended.

Chu Wei reached out and hugged Shu, and buried himself in the other's arms.

The man didn't move as he thought.

"Shu."

The man stroked the hair of the person in his arms, once, once.

"Shu."

He shouted comfortably, wantonly shouting the man's name.

"Shu!"

There was a smile on his face like a spring breeze.

Then, a kiss blocked all his next words.

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