After he left, Chong Hanyu sat down on Yang Yang's chair, frowned and looked at Yu Chaomu who was nestled in the backrest chair, and said:

"Don't say such things casually, you won't know what those kids will do because of your casual words."

Yu Chaomu shook his head, took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was between charming and beautiful. The blood-colored patterns on the eyebrows were blooming, and the corners of his eyes were full of unintentional charm. He asked:

"Then you say yourself, why is my face disfigured?"

Everyone said that we should be restrained. Chong Hanyu blamed her for talking nonsense. Why didn’t he reflect on himself? His random tricks all day long forced Yu Chaomu to make his skills progress.

Her face that will be captured by her mind only after one glance. Can she see it?

Chong Hanyu looked at Yu Chaomu and shook his mind a little. His heartbeat began to slowly increase. Then he frowned. He watched Yu Chaomu put the mask on his face back and nodded.

"It's better to wear a mask. People with insufficient concentration will be dangerous around you."

Yu Chaomu in the chair snorted, put on the mask on his face again, ignored Chong Hanyu, and turned his head to look at the stars in the sky.

After a while, Yu Chaomu felt Chong Hanyu get up. He went into the room, found a soft cushion, walked to Yu Chaomu, bent down, and lifted Yu Chaomu with one hand in his waist and raised it up.

She frowned, looked up in Chong Hanyu's arms, looked at his chin outline and asked:

"do what?"

Chong Hanyu did not answer her, put the soft cushion in his hand behind Yu Chaomu's back, then lowered his head, and put his lips on Yu Chaomu's forehead, and whispered:

“It’s more comfortable to sit like this.”

Originally, Yu Chaomu was afraid that he would mess with him again, so he wanted to hit him, but his fists were already pinched, but he was stunned by Chong Hanyu's words.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her waist was still in Chong Hanyu's arms, and her breathing was full of the familiar smell of Chong Hanyu's body.

This smell has accompanied her for many years, through life and death, bloody wind, soft pillows on a high bed, and rich and indulgent life, all of which are him.

For a moment, Yu Chaomu seemed to see the shadow of Chong Hanyu in Qinglong City. She was surprised and her clenched fists loosened, and her five fingers gently and gently pushed Chong Hanyu's shoulders.

He lowered his head, the lines on his face were tightly stretched, and he held her shoulders with both hands and asked:

"Will you feel more comfortable sitting like this?"

"Um."

She responded gently, closed her eyes, and pushed Chong Hanyu's hand to loosen, but he straightened his waist and left her, turned around, took out a hair dryer from the storage bag, turned it behind her, and blew it moist and long for her.

Yu Chaomu turned around and looked at the hair dryer in Chong Hanyu's hand. The wire had not been connected to the socket, but was in Chong Hanyu's hand, whirring. He was a thunder and lightning supernatural power, and it was easy to drive a hair dryer.

She felt it was fresh for a moment, so she reached out and pulled the plug of the hair dryer, and held it in her hand to play with it.

When Chong Hanyu saw her like that, his eyes couldn't help but soften a lot, and he lowered his head and asked:

"The head is wet. The weather is so cold now. I'm not here. Why don't you know how to take good care of yourself?"

Yu Chaomu, who was sitting on the rattan chair, was stunned for a moment. Chong Hanyu's words sounded so strange. He seemed to have been with her forever and hadn't seen her for a long time.

In fact, Chong Hanyu in this life always shows his understanding of her in the details.

Yu Chaomu leaned back and looked at Chong Hanyu who was standing behind her and blowing her head for her. The more he looked, the soft color and patience between his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Chong Hanyu in Qinglong City.

In fact, Chong Hanyu is Chong Hanyu, and he has been Chong Hanyu for two lifetimes. He is naturally similar to himself.

But why did Yu Chaomu realize such a little different meaning?

She kept thinking about Chong Hanyu's words, how did she take care of herself when he was away?

In her previous life, she was with Chong Hanyu of Qinglong City, and she had whatever she wanted, but most of the time she was either on the battlefield or on the way to the battlefield, fighting and killing for many years, and there was no way to take care of herself or not.

But when she was injured, Chong Hanyu cleaned her wounds, when she was hungry, Chong Hanyu grabbed the mutant animals and absorbed the essence of her body, but her head was not dry, Chong Hanyu helped her dry her hair behind her back.

When Chong Hanyu was around him, he always carried a soft pad with him. That was not for him to use, but for Yu Chaomu.

He developed the habit of sitting in a chair with a tilted cushion on her back, and also developed the habit of being taken care of by him in life, in every detail.

This is a kind of little or no effort in life. People who have lived together for many years will not know her like this.

But after all, she and Chong Hanyu, who had been together for the rest of her life, how many years have they spent together?

In the past few years, most of her time has been wandering outside.

Yu Chaomu was confused. She felt more and more recently that as Chong Hanyu's mood became more and more stable, he became more and more in line with her.

It seemed to be broken into two semicircles, gradually forming a circle.

No one can break it, no one can get in.

The night was as cool as water. The two of them didn't speak anymore. The atmosphere was just right at this time, as if they didn't need to say anything anymore. Chong Hanyu, who was standing behind Yu Chaomu, pursed his lips tightly. She didn't answer and he didn't ask anymore. She just blew his head dry for Yu Chaomu, put away his hair dryer, and asked with his head down:

"Go to rest?"

"go."

Yu Chaomu stood up, fiddled with his backhand, and wanted to go to his room.

However, Chong Hanyu pulled his wrist. She stopped and looked at Chong Hanyu sideways, asking with an unknown look:

"There's something else?"

The night is so long, she wants to go to rest, won’t she invite him to go with her?

Seeing that Chong Hanyu was pursing his lips tightly and he didn't say anything, Yu Chaomu suddenly turned red. She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and said:

"Why are you doing this? On the way to come during the day...let go."

“Day is daytime, night is night.”

Chong Hanyu said it for granted. He seemed to have been held back by Yu Chaomu for the rest of his life, and he would never let it go once he had the chance.

And as his memory became more and more smooth, his fire became more and more prosperous. It was necessary for Yu Chaomu to destroy it for him, and he could not use others to pretend to behave.

Wu Yue hurried up to the second floor, and her footsteps were very loud. Just as she was about to speak, she saw his important god holding the city lord from behind, looking like she wanted to go to the place.

Wu Yue was stunned, her eyes almost fell out. Mom, a great god who has always been proud and proud. This is the rhythm of... to take the good city lord?
Chapter completed!