This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 112 Passionate but always seems ruthless

"Sir, please come back."

Although the fairy doctor is a doctor, he never saves people easily, but he has no bad intentions at all. Even if someone is about to die in front of him, as long as he is in a bad mood, he will not save people.

As a doctor, he doesn't have a compassionate heart, but is as indifferent as iron.

The white figure standing at the door did not leave, she saluted slowly, Qing Ling's voice was like flickering spring water.

"I'm here to ask for a blind medicine."

Chang Sheng didn't want to hear it. With his back to the door, he poured a cup of tea in a leisurely manner. The rising white mist made his gentle and elegant face unreal.

Hearing this, he chuckled lightly, "What medicine do you want?"

"Back to life."

The man seemed to have already understood the answer, and he was not surprised. A slender and clean hand stretched out from the wide sleeve, and pulled the robe that was about to slip off.

Calmly brushing the dust off the hem of his clothes.

He looked very young, his whole body exuded an elegant temperament, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and calm, and he said slowly: "I have never had any medicine to bring the dead back to life. Don't you know that you can't be resurrected after death?"

The thin and thin body of the man in white at the door looked unbearable, wrapped under the plain white clothes, making his skin extremely pale and bloodless.

She seemed to know that a man would speak like this, and her brows and eyes seemed to be soaked in the cold spring, "I know there are immortal doctors, but I just don't want to give them."

This person is honest, he can't say anything nice, it's really not pleasing at all.

The man snorted coldly, and put the teacup heavily on the table, "If you don't have it, you don't have it, please leave quickly, sir, or don't blame me for being rude."

After speaking, he didn't even look at the white figure at the door, and went straight into the room
The child was also very embarrassed: "Immortal, don't be sad... Changsheng him..."

"Yao'er, come in!"

A man's voice came from inside the room, the child shut up instantly, looked at Shen Yue eagerly, and then closed the door extremely reluctantly.

Shen Yue was not discouraged, because this fairy doctor had a weird temperament, she didn't think she could persuade him to give her the medicine with a few words.

Changsheng originally thought that the person at the door would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he never thought that the other party had been standing quietly at the door. He went out to collect herbs in the morning, and the white figure was there. When he returned to the wooden house after sunset, Then the white figure is still there.

It lasted for several days, the white figure was neither noisy nor noisy, just stood there quietly, like a group of fluffy catkins that would disperse at the touch of a touch, it was not too real to see in the white mist.

Yao'er held the rice bowl, took a mouthful of rice, and glanced at the door from the corner of her eye.

"Changsheng, that fairy has been standing at the door for several days, let's invite her to come in and sit down."

Changsheng remained indifferent, "Do you want to go out to accompany her?"

The child felt that it was not impossible, and just about to nod softly in agreement, he met the man's indifferent eyes, shrank his neck instantly, did not dare to speak anymore, and ate obediently.

Chang Sheng raised his eyes and saw the white corner of the window. She had been standing there for many days.

In the middle of the night, torrential rain poured down from the sky, and in an instant, the mountains and plains turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

The torrential rain was falling crazily, and the rumbling thunder was deafening.

The wind roared, lightning streaked through the dark night, and the dull thunder sounded like the roar of a cannon.

When Changsheng closed the window, he saw the white figure standing at the door stupidly, and didn't know where to hide from the rain.

He thought coldly, what does it matter to him whether this person lives or dies?

The window was closed, and the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. The rainwater splashed onto the eaves and ground, and there was a crisp crackling sound. After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and a tall man came out holding an umbrella.

After walking in, he saw the face of the man in white clearly.

This was the first time he saw Shen Yue's face, before it was not too far away, and in addition to the heavy fog in the mountains, he couldn't see it very clearly.

Only now did he realize that Shen Yue's eyes were covered with a white cloth to block the raindrops, and she raised her face in confusion.

The hem of the clothes was splashed by the rain, mottled with water, and the white color was no longer as if it had been stained with dirt.

Eyebrows are as cold as ice and snow, seeming aloof and indifferent, but at the moment the confused appearance adds a softness, like the white camellia on the branches under the moonlight, fresh and refined.

"Fairy doctor..."

She spoke uncertainly.

Changsheng squeezed the umbrella bone in his hand, and his voice was not happy or angry: "You don't have to use bitter tricks in front of me, I hate this kind of trick."

Shen Yue pursed her bright red lips, her extremely white complexion exuded a chill, she lowered her head slightly and did not speak, her white cloth blindfolded her eyes even more fragile like delicate jade.

Originally, Chang Sheng only wanted to say a few cruel words, and then drive this person away, but now seeing this person's pitiful appearance, his heart softened unconsciously.

He clenched and loosened his fingers, loosened and clenched again, and repeated this process before finally deciding, "You go in with me."

Shen Yue was taken aback for a moment, then followed behind the man slowly.

The room was very warm, the lights were bright, and there was still rain on the hem of her clothes, dripping on the clean wooden boards.

This made her stop in her tracks, and glanced at the back, which was full of wet shoe prints.

Changsheng didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and looked back suspiciously, only the white figure was still standing behind stupidly, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to her face, making her face even more pale, almost Morbidly transparent.

"What are you still standing there for?" Chang Sheng asked.

Shen Yue hesitated for the first time, her toes were joined together, her cheeks were still stained with rain, she did look a bit embarrassed.

"I, I'm dirty, just stand here."

Chang Sheng felt a little complicated when he heard that, he walked directly to Shen Yue's side, the scorching warmth came with an aggressive aura, and in the next second his wrist was easily encircled by a big dry hand.

The man next to the ear sighed leisurely, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "I told you to come in and you came in. Why are you talking so much?"

Shen Yue was obediently led by him, Chang Sheng found a few plain white clothes that he didn't wear often from the closet, and handed them to the wet Shen Yue.

"Let's change into clean clothes first."

Changsheng took a medical book and sat aside to read it.

Shen Yue took it and waited for a while, only to find that the man had no intention of going out at all, so she couldn't help feeling confused.

Chang Sheng had been paying attention to Shen Yue's movement all the time, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled when he didn't hear the sound of changing clothes for a long time. He turned his head and saw Shen Yue just holding the clothes in a daze, standing at a loss, with clear eyes and clear lips. The color is extremely red, as if rouge has been secretly applied.

(End of this chapter)