She is lonely

Chapter 220 If It's Alone, Do You Want It? 27
"Ah?" Yin Luo slowly realized what the owner meant in the future, and couldn't help wrinkling her little nose, and said softly, "Stingy."

"Okay, you go down with your things first."

Yin Luo blinked his eyes and whispered, "Major Zhuang, will you go in and see Sister Cen?"

The owner nodded.

"Do you want Yinluo to accompany you in?"

"Need not."

Yin Luo pouted, "I see, the owner just wants to be alone with Sister Cen, doesn't he?"

"Yes." The owner smiled.

Only then did Yin Luo give up with a groan, took the medicine bowl and left.

The hall was very quiet, the owner pushed the wheelchair and opened the door, his movements were much slower than usual, for fear of disturbing the people inside.

The weather has been getting colder recently, he was worried that she would be cold lying down, so he asked someone to install the fireplace in advance.When he entered, he clearly heard the subtle sound of charcoal fire coming from the fireplace, and the warm and clear light mist penetrated the thin gauze, reflecting the wood-green glow, and the patterned shadows of grids spread over the entire hall.

It added a bit of warmth and vitality to Nuoda's gold-plated hall.

The owner came to the side of the couch and saw Gu Cen unknowingly lifted the brocade quilt covering his body. His soft sleeves were loosely wrapped around his thin and white hands, and a part of his wrist was slightly exposed, half-hanging on the couch. edge, about to fall.

And Gu Cen's sleeping face seemed even warmer than the previous two days. He looked at it quietly for a while, then stretched out his hand helplessly, and slowly pulled down the cuff on her wrist, tidying it up gently and carefully. Put it back to her side, but Gu Cen's fingers quickly grabbed the back of his hand, very hard, and pinched him to death.

The owner of the villa didn't move, letting Gu Cen pinch him.

After a long time, Gu Cen's fingertips trembled slightly, he let go of his hand, and retracted a few fingers into the sleeve robe.

The owner looked helplessly at her retracted fingers silently. He looked down at his hand with several red marks, but then closed his eyes and tucked the quilt for her.

Then I sat here, looked at her quietly, stroked her curly hair, as if confirming her living habits, and asked in a low voice: "Do you like to scratch people when you sleep?"

Naturally, Gu Cen would not answer him, but he was very patient, combing her soft hair with his slender fingers, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm only taking you home now, I'm sorry."

After a long time, Gu Cen suddenly frowned, turned his head sideways, buried half of his face in the sleeping pillow, and murmured some indistinct words.

The owner of the villa listened carefully for a while before he heard that Gu Cen was crying for pain.

His complexion became serious, he approached the side of the bed, got up slightly from the wheelchair, sat down on the edge of the couch, slightly lowered his head, stretched out his hand, paused for a moment, finally pressed his fingers on Gu Cenbai's neckline, and closed his eyes. Eyes, gently opening them to the shoulders.

Then he supported Gu Cen's back and slowly leaned towards his shoulder, lowered his eyes, pressed the position of her print with his fingertips, and gently stroked the back of her neck.

Her imprint wound recovered much more smoothly than expected, but the healing was also accompanied by pain.

Although the pain would not last long, the owner still frowned.

Until, Gu Cen's fingers resting on his side moved slightly.

Gu Cen slowly opened his eyes.She was leaned against a man's shoulder, and her body was pressed.

But Gu Cen was very dull, she stared at the unfamiliar hall for a long while, pursed her lips, and then realized that her mouth was filled with a bitter medicinal smell, which made her uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)