The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 11

Ning Xingruan withdrew his hand abruptly, and quickly wiped off the water on his face, with a panicked expression.

The hot water was rushing, and the small space was filled with steam, and there was no one there.

He quickly rinsed off the bubbles on his head, and carefully protected his eyes, not daring to close them for a long time, for fear that if he closed his eyes, there would be an extra person in the shower.

After rinsing off quickly, he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. The coolness outside made him shiver, and he hurried to the bed to pick up his clothes.

When passing by the window, he faintly saw a shadow imprinted on the curtain by the light in the room.

With a jump in his heart, he took two steps back before shouting, "Who is it?"

The faint shadow disappeared in an instant, and the speed made Ning Xingruan feel dazzled.

After getting dressed quickly, he mustered up the courage to go to the door, opened the door and looked outside.

The clothes were one size too big, and the hem of the cuffs on him dangled empty. When the door opened, the cold wind came in. He hissed lightly, hugged his shoulders and shrank back.

Glancing at the veranda from the corner of the eye, a shadow stood there quietly, motionless.

The shadow was tall and tall, with long hair hanging down, and a robe that couldn't be seen clearly. He stood there, like a sculpture, without any vitality.

The shadow didn't move, and Ning Xingruan also froze and didn't dare to move. He stood blankly at the door, his heart beating wildly.

After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Liu's voice came from the courtyard, and he heard the shadow answer in a low voice.

The yard was brightly lit, he stepped out of the shadows, walked into the light, he looked at Ning Xingruan, and Ning Xingruan also looked at him, he forgot to breathe for a moment.

The temples are cut like a knife, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings.

The face is like a crown jade, and the eyes are like stars.

It is extremely beautiful, like a burning peach blossom, and extremely cold, like a crescent moon.

Ning Xingruan stared blankly through the heavy rain.

He has never seen such a good-looking person, with thick face and cold eyes, beauty beyond gender, the man standing in the veranda is like an ancient painting, so beautiful.

The four eyes met, and those cold and deep eyes seemed to be magnetic, attracting his gaze and unable to extricate himself.

The man nodded slightly at him, then turned and left.

"This is our Mr. Yu." Uncle Liu's voice rang in his ears, and Ning Xingruan came back to his senses, and hastily looked away. When he lowered his head, his face felt a little hot.

"Mr. Yu's personality has always been like this, you don't mind."

Ning Xingruan let out an ah, shook his head slightly, and said a little disappointed: "I just forgot to say thank you to Mr. Yu."

"There will be opportunities in the future." Uncle Liu giggled, "Go back to your room and rest."

At this time, it was almost noon, but the sky was as gloomy as at sunset, and the yard was still dim with the lights on.

Ning Xingruan was wrapped in a blanket and half lying on the bench in the living room with her legs curled up. Hearing the sound of rain outside, she gradually felt sleepy.

In sleepiness, he saw someone push the door and walk in, standing in front of him, he wanted to get up, but his body was too heavy to move.

The man leaned over slightly, and the hair fell on his face and slid to his neck, arousing a burst of itching.The smell of incense envelops you, and the cool and soft touch falls between the eyebrows, and it leaves when you touch it, and slowly slides down to the tip of the nose, then the cheeks, and the corners of the mouth.

Finally put it on the lips.

The fragrance in the nose became more and more intense, Ning Xingruan was in a daze, and hummed softly with some discomfort, his lips were slightly opened, and the coolness that stuck to them swept across his lips and teeth unceremoniously.

The cold breath made Ning Xingruan resist subconsciously, but he was blocked by the soft coolness and couldn't close his mouth. He leaned back again and again, trying to get rid of what was on his lips, but it was useless until he could hardly breathe, the coolness on his lips Only a little away, just touching it in a detached way.

Ning Xingruan was unconscious and unable to think about what happened, but she was also annoyed at the guy who disturbed her sleep.Furious, he actually struggled to raise his hand, and waved it softly at the shadow in front of him.

The hand touched the smooth fabric, and was held by a cold hand, the shadow in front of his eyes receded slightly, and the coldness on his lips disappeared completely, Ning Xingruan felt a little complacent, and asked you to gag me again.

Before he could feel complacent, the neck was slightly cold, followed by a sharp pain, which made him regain consciousness instantly, and in a haze, he saw the face raised from the shoulder and neck.

The cold eyes were red, the lips were red, the original aloofness was gone, and there was only evil on the extremely beautiful face.

Shocked, Ning Xingruan suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He got up in a panic and looked around. The door of the room was closed, and no one came in.

Sitting down on the chair, he calmed down and his mind was in chaos.

Although the situation in the dream has become blurred, he still clearly remembers the face he saw before waking up from the dream.Touching his lips blankly, Ning Xingruan didn't know how to react.

To have such a bottomless, shameful dream.

What happened to yourself?

Falling down on the chair with his head in his arms, Ning Xingruan wailed in his heart, his cheeks were hot from embarrassment and shame, and smoke was coming out of his head.

There was a knock on the door, and Ning Xingruan froze. He took a deep breath, straightened his wrinkled clothes, rubbed his face vigorously, and walked to the door to open it.

It was Uncle Liu who came and called him to eat.

Following Uncle Liu along the corridor to the dining room, there was a table in the empty room with rich food, but there was only a chair beside the table.

"Mr. Yu won't come?" Ning Xingruan asked subconsciously, even if Mr. Yu didn't eat, Uncle Liu and the cook would still have to eat, why there was only one seat.

Uncle Liu smiled strangely, and he said: "Mr. Yu is not feeling well, the kitchen has boiled medicinal food, it's all right, just eat well."

After finishing speaking, before Ning Xingruan could speak again, he turned around and left.

Ning Xingruan sat alone in the dining room, looking at the table full of food, but didn't have the slightest appetite.

He was just a stranger who came to hide from the rain and eat. He should have been flattered by the host's hospitality, but the lingering feeling of weirdness made his heart shudder.

The house was so quiet that he couldn't hear any other sounds except the rain.

After only drinking a bowl of ginger syrup, Ning Xingruan moved the food on the table a few times, but he didn't eat it.

When Uncle Liu came over, he looked at the almost untouched food on the table, and turned his eyes to look at Ning Xingruan: "Is the food not to your taste?"

Ning Xingruan shook his head, and said with a smile: "No, maybe it's because I feel unwell from the rain, and I don't have an appetite."

"I'm sorry to trouble that aunt for making so many meals. Can I go and thank her?"

The smile on Uncle Liu's face faded, and he shook his head slightly: "Aunt Zhang is deaf-mute, she doesn't like dealing with outsiders, I will tell her for you."

Ning Xingruan could only give up.

He comforted himself that maybe a big family just has more rules.

After the meal, it was still raining outside, and the phone was still not working. Ning Xingruan was bored and anxious to wait.

He stood under the corridor, a shallow layer of rainwater accumulated on the ground of the yard, and he stared at the splashes of the raindrops in a daze.

Suddenly, he had a strong feeling of being spied on. In this yard, someone was watching him from an unknown direction.

Ning Xingruan felt a chill, he turned to go back to the wing room, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the window of the main hall opposite him from the corner of his eye, it should be Mr. Yu from his figure.

He bowed slightly to pay tribute, but the figure disappeared from the window again.

After staring blankly for a while, he withdrew his gaze and entered the room.

Bored, he sat on the bench not knowing what to do, the aftereffects of sudden cold and sudden heat finally appeared, his hair was heavy, and his body felt cold intermittently.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around his body, Ning Xingruan hesitated whether to ask Uncle Liu to find some medicine for him, but before he could make a decision, someone knocked on the door.

Opening the door, Uncle Liu said in a harmonious voice, "You are blushing very much, do you have a fever? The kitchen has boiled medicine, you have to wait a while, you go to the study, it's warm."

Ning Xingruan hesitated, "Will it disturb Mr. Yu?"

Uncle Liu waved his hand: "Mr. Yu is not there."

Following Uncle Liu into the main hall, bypassing the museum shelf on the left, a warm breath rushed over. The room was covered with thick carpets, and there were two rows of wooden bookshelves against the wall, which were full of books.

In the middle is a very heavy desk and a wooden chair of the same material, and there is a chaise longue and a small coffee table near the window.

Both the wooden chair and the recliner were covered with thick white blankets, and the fluffy blankets slumped all the way to the ground. The first time Ning Xingruan saw the recliner, he felt that it must be very comfortable to lie on.

"If you're bored, find a book to read." Uncle Liu pointed to the bookcase and went out after speaking.

Ning Xingruan looked in front of the bookshelf, most of the spines of so many books were in traditional Chinese characters, and he couldn't understand many of the rest, so he could only read one book, Liaozhai.

Taking out the book, he sat by the window with the book in his hands. There were teacups and a pot of hot tea on the small tea table next to him, which should have been prepared by Uncle Liu before he brought him here.

After pouring a cup of hot tea, he leaned back gently, sinking into the soft down of the blanket, while the heat in the cup next to him was rising, and the rain was pattering outside the window.

It was so leisurely that he thought of the word "time is quiet and good".

After a while, Uncle Liu came in again with a porcelain bowl, Ning Xingruan quickly took it, a little embarrassed.The concoction was slightly red and exuded a licorice smell, Ning Xingruan pinched his nose and drank it.

After drinking the medicine and sitting on the recliner, his body gradually became warm from the inside out.

The comfortable temperature and the sound of rain make people drowsy, and Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio in the original Chinese language is even more hypnotic. After reading it for a while, Ning Xingruan's mind became confused.

Before the book in his hand fell, he finished reading the end of a story, and before he closed his eyes, he couldn't help feeling, Strange Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio... really a bit red chicken.

The scholar with broken sleeves stalks and sweet-talks the little official, climbs the bed and strips his pants at night and does everything possible, the little official is actually a weasel, the scholar would rather die than sleep with the little official...

It's so weird...

Someone came over and covered him with a blanket that was still warm. Ning Xingruan forced his eyes open and saw the face with a strong visual impact. He hummed twice and muttered inarticulately: "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Immediately, without knowing anything about personnel, he fell asleep completely.

The young man was blushing from sleep, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had encountered something worrying in his dream, and gradually, his cheeks became rosy, his breathing was faintly short, and the end of his red eyes was wet.

Pale fingers pinched the earlobe of the young man, the small earlobe was soft and fleshy, and he kneaded it a few times with his fingers, until the young man in his dream hummed uncomfortably before he moved away.

In his sleep, Ning Xingruan felt that there was a person in front of him. He opened his eyes in confusion. The room was very dark and there was no light. He was lying on the hard bed with his hands on his...waist.

What was clutched in his hand was the bedmate's coat, and the warm skin was against his palm.

Hard and should have abs.

Ning Xingruan: ...

He was at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

At this time, the man suddenly spoke, his voice was low and sweet: "I have engraved your lingering love in my heart, so why bother to do such a thing?"

A vague memory flashed, Ning Xing Ruan Mingwu, it turned out that he was a scholar with broken sleeves who climbed onto the bed of a small official in the middle of the night!

Silently let go of the bedmate's clothes, and tremblingly withdrew his hands.

He closed his eyes, rolled out, and let himself fall off the bed.