Forensic without kites

Chapter 69 Starlight Boy (2)

Wuyuan snorted and moved her numb arm.

"Gulao? Where is Gulao?"

The boy lowered his head to look at her, his clear eyes were full of bewilderment.

She froze for a moment, the young man had a charming face, and the words that spilled from his pink lips moved people's hearts.

He opened his mouth slightly, and raised his head in a daze, with a melancholy expression, not knowing whether he was looking up at the drowsy sky in the distance, or the dragonfly hovering above his head.

He seemed to be unknown to her words.

God, it's going to rain soon.

She finally couldn't help but groan.

"Well……"

The arm hurt a little.

The young man seemed to hear something, and then slowly bowed his head down, looking at her with clear eyes without blinking, with a trace of confusion and inquiry.

It was at this time that she realized that he turned out to be extremely good-looking.

Junxiu's brows were slightly frowned, and his incomparable silhouette stood upright like a knife. At this moment, his head was hanging down, his thin lips were slightly parted, like a newborn deer that broke into the forest alone.

"You are bleeding."

After a while, he looked at her bleeding right arm and said.

The tone was flat, as if talking about an innocuous matter.

Wuyuan hadn't had time to speak yet, but when she heard his next sentence, a feeling of dumbfounding came to her heart.

"Dirty my clothes."

He lowered his head to look at his long white suit, and saw that it was stained with blood, his confusion faded from his handsome face, and Xiumei's frown deepened, and he glanced at her, as if disgusted.

For some reason, the sad-looking young man in front of her made her feel a little pained.

Enduring the severe pain in her arm, she got up from the ground.

Only then did he realize that he was so tall that even though she was wearing a pair of high heels, they only just reached his chest.

"Have you just come to this city? Just now you said Gulao, where is it, and where is it? Maybe I can take you there."

He turned to Qingcheng's face in a daze, stopped wiping the handkerchief held by his fingers, looked at her with slightly lowered eyes, and remained silent for a while.

In the streamer at the corner of the street, the young man was extremely abrupt at this moment.He was wearing a white shirt, white trousers, and a long suit jacket of the same color. At this moment, his neat left lapel was stained with bright red blood.No matter how you look at it, it feels awkward.

He doesn't speak.

And under his melancholy gaze again, her heart moved.

She pursed her lips towards him, took the map he had been holding in his hand, and opened it to read it.

"Oh, is it here? The Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, No. 10, the first street near the Yuanshan Museum, isn't it?"

"Are you looking for Industrial and Commercial Bank?"

He nodded.

Staring at the girl with a pair of glass-like pupils in front of her, her eyes were dim.

"You're bleeding."

Slender and white fingers pointed to her right elbow.

A pair of eyes were bent, she nodded, looked there, pretending to be relaxed: "Don't worry, I only scratched the capillary, and it will coagulate by itself after a while. It's okay."

"what's your name?"

He pursed his red lips, his handsome eyebrows seemed to frown, and he gave her a fixed look, as if hesitating whether to tell her or not.

"Oh, that counts..."

"Du Heng. Name. My name."

She made a long sound, put his name in her mouth, and said it once gently and skillfully.

"Du Heng..."

(End of this chapter)