The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 37 The Clingy Little Milk Bag He's Very Milky (37)

Aunt Jiang raised her eyebrows, walked in, glanced back at him lazily, and jokingly said, "I heard you want to see me?"

The lights were on in the room, and the curtains had already been drawn.

Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Aunt Jiang realized that it was already dark.

When Su Wu heard Aunt Jiang's joking words, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and her snow-white fingertips curled up shyly.

He pursed his pale lips slightly, looked at Aunt Jiang with his beautiful dark eyes, and approached her step by step.

As for the detonator, seeing that Su Wu was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door silently and left with interest.

Su Wu's room seemed to be ventilated, and there was a faint fragrance, but it still couldn't cover up the original smell of blood, even though it was already very faint.

Jiang Yu took a look and found that there was no place to sit, so she turned and sat on Su Wu's bed.

It was clean and tidy, so Aunt Jiang didn't dislike it very much.

Aunt Jiang's gaze fell on the back of Su Wu's hand tightly wrapped in bandages. Although Su Wu was wrapped with other bandages, the bandages on the back of his hands were different from the bandages on other parts of his body.

This is obviously hurt.

But Aunt Jiang didn't care much, she just glanced at it casually, and then looked away.

Su Wu looked at the girl sitting on his bed, the tips of her ears turned red slightly, her dark eyes shone with water and spring, and a trace of ignorance faded away.

He pursed his lips lightly, then turned around and took down the painting he drew today from the easel, and brought it in front of Aunt Jiang.

The snow-white and delicate boy was a little timid, walking in front of the girl with a painting in his hand.

Although thin in stature, he was extremely slender and tall.

Wearing light-colored clothes, the neckline is open, a little loose, and the snow-white straight collarbone is exposed generously, which is very beautiful.

He lowered his head and stood in front of Aunt Jiang, his black shattered hair slightly covered his beautiful eyebrows, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, resting lazily on the end of his eyes, a little hesitant.

Su Wu didn't speak, and picked up the painting with his snow-white long fingers. Under the girl's interested gaze, he handed the painting to Aunt Jiang with reddish ears and shyness.

Aunt Jiang didn't answer, she sat by the bed, her slender legs folded lazily, her elbows resting on her legs, her chin resting on her palm, she raised her long eyelashes and glanced lazily across the painting in Su Wu's hand .

She narrowed her eyes slightly. In the painting, there is a dark castle, a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the woman in red stands outside the castle. She has no face, only a back.

The breeze stirred her long black hair. It was obviously a dead object, but at a glance, the painting seemed to be moving and lifelike.

Publicity, arrogance, power, arrogance.

She suddenly twitched the corners of her lips, her lips were bright red, she looked at the beautiful young man in front of her and said casually, "Is this a picture of me?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head lazily, her long black hair was slightly curly, brushing lazily across the girl's smooth shoulders.

The red fluffy princess dress on her body gave off a coquettish feeling because of her whiteness, and her slightly folded legs looked slender and smooth, and her every move was full of charm.

When talking, Aunt Jiang smiled casually in her affectionate peach blossom eyes, and the tails of her deep and seductive eyes were slightly raised.

Su Wu was a little shy, dodging the girl's seductive eyes.With reddish ear tips, he nodded softly.

(End of this chapter)