If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

The look Lu Wuqing looked at Song Chuyi was not innocent.

But Song Chuyi hadn't noticed yet.

After Song's mother was not at home, he no longer had to think about completing the task.

So he lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone even more recklessly.

Time flew by and it was night. As a wounded person, Lu Wuqing fell asleep early.

As for Song Chuyi, it is impossible to sleep, even in this life.

He was scrolling through Weibo, and as he was scrolling, he saw the promotion for Orange Channel’s Surprise Night.

This surprise night invited many popular celebrities, all of them handsome and beautiful, which made Song Chu greedy at first sight.

He couldn't help but think, if he could invite these people to promote the [Jump Jump] game, wow! He simply couldn't imagine how popular this little game would be!

The surprise night is just three days away, maybe he can let Lu Wuqing take him in!

The more Song Chuyi thought about it, the more feasible it became, and he silently added the matter to his to-do list.

The sky outside was completely dark, and then it gradually became brighter without realizing it.

Song Chuyi was still playing with his mobile phone.

"You didn't sleep?"

A sexy bass sound came from behind, and Song Chu was so frightened that his hands trembled and he almost threw his phone away.

After finally holding the phone steady, he swallowed and turned to look at Lu Wuqing.

"Master Lu, you...are you awake?"

Lu Wuqing stared at him and asked the question again.

Song Chuyi laughed, "I slept, how could I not sleep, haha!"

Lu Wuqing's eyes darkened.

Little liar.

"Why are you awake?" he asked following his words.

"I never sleep much, haha. I woke up around this time." Song Chuyi said haha, "Master Lu, why did you wake up? Is the wound uncomfortable? Can I treat it for you again?"

Lu Wuqing responded "Yeah."

Song Chuyi turned on the light and dug out the medicine box.

Lu Wuqing had already taken off his shirt and lay on the bed, revealing his strong and muscular back.

There were many wounds on his back, most of which had healed. Only the middle one was bloody.

Song Chuyi carefully treated his wound, his fingertips gently caressing the flesh and blood.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Wuqing buried his face in the quilt and spoke in a rough voice.

"Fortunately."

Song Chuyi didn't believe this. It would be strange if it didn't hurt for such a serious injury.

However, Lu Wuqing was quite tolerant and let him handle the wound unprofessionally, and never mentioned going to the hospital.

He thought he would call his personal doctor, but he didn't even call the doctor when he woke up in pain.

He's a tough guy!

Song Chuyi didn't know that Lu Wuqing's body was strange under the quilt, and even the sound that changed due to his touch was thought to be caused by his face being buried in the pillow and being too stuffy.

After taking care of the wound, he put the things away and said smoothly: "Master Lu, it's ready."

When he came back after putting away the medical kit, he found Lu Wuqing still burying his face in the pillow. He was shocked. Wasn't Lu Wuqing suffocated to death?

He walked over quickly and grabbed Lu Wuqing's shoulders.

"Master Lu!"

Lu Wuqing opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "What?"

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I thought you..."

"What am I?" Lu Wuqing sat up and put on his shirt. The wound on his back seemed to be non-existent to him. He didn't even change his expression.

"No, it's nothing." Song Chuyi fooled him, "Master Lu, it's only 4 o'clock, do you still want to sleep?"

As for him, he must continue to play with his mobile phone!

As he was thinking about it, he wanted to get his cell phone.

Lu Wuqing reached Song Chuyi's fingertips, and there was a little more red on the originally light pink fingertips.

That's his blood.

He held his wrist, "It's bloody."

His voice became hoarse.

"Ah?" Song Chu took a closer look, and it was true, "I probably got it accidentally. It's okay. I'll just go wash it off and it'll be fine."

Lu Wuqing said nothing, but took out a piece of paper and put it close to Song Chuyi's index finger.

The hand exerted force, and the white toilet paper was smeared with light blood.

But the fingertips that were originally stained with only a little blood were redder than before, so red that they were almost transparent.

Song Chuyi was a little hurt from the rubbing, and he tried to take his hand back, but Lu Wuqing held him tighter.

"Master Lu, I can just wash myself."

Lu Wuqing lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shallow shadow on his eye sockets.

"dislike me?"

"Ah?" Song Chuyi's mind was filled with questions, where is this going?

Even if it was his own blood, he had to wash it off. Why did he say that he disliked it?

"Master Lu, I really don't mean that." He explained, "Isn't this dirty?"

When it's dirty, it should be washed.

Indeed, if it is dirty, it should be washed. The depths of Lu Wuqing's pupils became darker and darker, as if they were trying to suck Song Chuyi in.

He lowered his head and, under Song Chuyi's surprised eyes, took his fingertips into his mouth.

After two seconds, he let go of him.

The blood color has disappeared, replaced by the beautiful water light, which contrasts with the crimson color of his fingertips, which is full of temptation.

"Clean."

Lu Wuqing's voice was so hoarse that it almost lost its tone.

Song Chuyi:...

There is no blood, but there is saliva!

He took out two pieces of paper and wiped them hard.

Lu Wuqing watched his movements and said nothing.

Song Chuyi wiped it and it was not enough, so he ran to wash it again, and then he was satisfied.

This time he didn't go back to bed. He just sat on the gaming chair in front of the desk, holding his face with one hand.

"Master Lu, go to bed quickly. Brother Wang will definitely send documents again tomorrow."

"You don't want to sleep?" Lu Wuqing asked.

It was already dark, and although the sun had not appeared yet, there was already a faint light coming in.

It just happened to fall on Song Chuyi.

"I woke up, I'm not sleepy." Song Chuyi lied. He couldn't tell Lu Wuqing that he couldn't sleep, right?

How can any normal person not sleep?

"Little liar." Lu Wuqing murmured, suddenly stood up, and walked barefoot towards Song Chuyi.

His feet are very big, and although his ankles are thin, he has a sense of strength. When he steps on the cold floor, he does not look weak, but has a terrifying feeling like he is climbing mountains and wading into seas.

Song Chuyi swallowed his saliva without any hope. Not to mention, this person who had been in the dark world was different!

Unconsciously, he curled up his legs, hugging his knees, his white heels pressed against the edge of the chair, and his toes with a trace of pink flesh curled up nervously and pitifully.

Lu Wuqing walked up to him and turned the chair with his left hand so that Song Chuyi was facing him completely.

His left hand was resting on the armrest of the chair, and his right hand was resting on the back of the chair. The bulging veins were faintly visible on his arm.

He was tall and his broad shoulders gave him an oppressive feeling.

This posture completely shrouded Song Chuyi in his shadow, his figure was everywhere he looked, and his breath was everywhere he touched his nose.

In fact, he couldn't escape.