【Yanlu】Ghost

Lu Shaolin held Yan Yu's hand tightly all the time, and waited until his breathing became stable before getting up to take the medicine.

It was late at night, and most of the people staying in the hotel had rested. Standing upstairs and looking down, the waiter on night duty was sleeping soundly by the table.Lu Shaolin hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the hat on the table and put it on his head.A piece of black veil around the brim of the hat fell down, covering his pale face and the weird bulge on his forehead.

That day when he was carrying Yan Yu, who was covered in blood, running around the city looking for a doctor, he didn't notice how terrifying his current description was.

It wasn't until Yan Yu was placed to rest in the inn that he saw the appearance of a monster from the eyes of the earth-colored shopkeeper.

On a normal day, Lu Shaolin would definitely be able to persuade people with patience and good words, even if it was an unusual appearance, it would still be able to teach people to let go of their guard.But at that time, he was only thinking about Yan Yu, and he didn't care about the eyes of others. When he came back to his senses, his hand had already grabbed Yan Yu's throat.

Throwing the silver ingot on the table, his eyes turned blood-colored, he made no effort to hide the hostility around him, and directly threatened, "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Lu Shaolin knew very well that it was not only his appearance that changed.

A door opened, and the road behind the door led to the endless abyss. He stepped in with one foot, but he couldn't drag it out again.

The medicine had already been prepared in the back kitchen, and a small fire was kept warm on the stove.

Back in the room, the bowl in my hand was still hot.Yan Yu was fast asleep.

Lu Shaolin was flustered in his heart, he floated to the side of the bed in three steps at a time, carefully bent over his heart and listened again and again, only then did he believe that the other party was just sleeping peacefully.

During the days when Yan Yu was in a coma, he couldn't sleep almost all night.When she was extremely tired, she just held his hand and fell asleep, for fear that if she accidentally woke up, there would be a body that was no longer sounding in front of her.

A kind person like Yan Yu is different from him, and he will never be punished by heaven like him. If he dies, there will really be nowhere to be found in the world.

It's the hardest time of the day again.

Lu Shaolin put the bowl of Chinese medicinal juice on his lips to cool it down, took a mouthful, leaned over to the bedside and pinched Yan Yu's jaw, and carefully covered his lips.

The dexterous tip of the tongue easily pried open the jaws of the person on the bed without much effort. After a few days of habit, the other person unconsciously cooperated with Lu Shaolin's movements even when he was asleep.

He tasted Yan Yu's soft lips, under the warm skin, the aroma of fresh flesh and blood lingered at the tip of his nose.A burst of thirst suddenly burst into his throat, and he heard the sound of hungry quicksand rushing under his neck.

It's too late.

This person, the person in front of him, not only coveted his kiss, but also his energy.

He still wants his eyes, his blood, the bones in his flesh, everything about him...

It's...too late...

Seeing that the originally clear eyes were filled with hostility again, Lu Shaolin stepped back abruptly, biting the tip of his tongue fiercely.

The sudden sharp pain in his mouth made him dizzy for a while, and then he forced himself to concentrate, leaned over and took a few mouthfuls with difficulty, and fed the remaining bitterness in the bowl little by little.

It was only half a bowl of medicine, but it took Lu Shaolin half a day of effort.He carefully wiped off the excess medicinal juice from the corners of Yan Yu's lips, and when he straightened up again, he was already dripping with cold sweat.