Help! My Delicate Object is a Madman

  Chapter 8 Does Ah He feel ashamed?

The    guard was behind him, not saying a word.

  Song Ningyuan held the fan and looked at Jing'er with interest: "I thought this Qi Mingxiu would die here, but I didn't expect that he was rescued by that masked man who suddenly killed him. He is considered lucky."

   Soon, he narrowed his eyes and touched his chin.

   That masked man who suddenly came out, why does he look so familiar? Like where have you seen it.

   Dawn broke, and a ray of light shone into a courtyard in the capital.

  In the yard, there was silence.

   On the bed in the room, sat a handsome man with white hair.

  The mighty young master of the Shen family squatted beside the couch, holding a bandage and resigning himself to wrap the wound around the beautiful man.

  Everything is back to normal.

  However, after the night passed, the capital was stirred up, and there was no peace.

   in the house.

   Shen Suhe sat down beside the bed.

   The **** cloth was soaked in piles and piles.

   Su Ye's white hair was loose, and his cuffs were rolled up.

The    deep bone scar on his wrist finally stopped the blood.

   More conspicuous than the wound was the spell on him.

  At the beginning, Shen Suhe thought that the spell was written on his body.

  It was only when her hand touched and felt the tiny dents on it, she realized that the spell was engraved on him by something.

   Consternation flashed in her eyes.

   raised his hand and stroked those spells.

The    mantra is written in Sanskrit, in a weird font that makes it incomprehensible.

   For some reason, she muted, "Is there a curse engraved on her body?"

   Su Ye raised his eyelids and said nothing.

   This is the default.

   He was engraved with a curse, and it was all over his body.

   They were separated for two years.

   In the past two years, Su Ye seems to have suffered a lot.

  However, in that tower, how could he suffer such a big trauma?

The    tower bound Su Ye and protected him.

  The tower does not allow anyone or beast to launch any form of attack.

   Su Ye was silent, not intending to talk to her carefully.

   Outside the door of the house, the hurried voice of the maid, Xiao Xing, came: "Master, Master! The things are here."

   When the voice fell, Xiao Xing hurriedly pushed the door and entered.

   As soon as the door was pushed, Xiao Xing's voice stopped abruptly, and the medicine box in her hand almost fell.

  Looking from the door, there were robes thrown on the ground, and the house was full of fragrance.

   On the bed was a handsome white-haired man who looked frail.

   And her young master was pulling and pulling with that beautiful man, in a persecuting manner.

   If that’s the case, that’s fine.

   But the young master's mouth is red and swollen, it looks like it was kissed.

   In this room, the young master and the white-haired man were the only ones, and it was clear at a glance what was going on.

  Xiao Xing's mind immediately made up an evil image of a bully forcing a good man.

  Xiao Xing's fingers trembled, looking unbelievable: "Young Master?"

   Shen Suhe stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain to cover Su Ye.

   She raised her head and responded, "Did you bring the medicine for golden sore?"

  Xiao Xing walked over slowly: "Yes"

After    finished speaking, Xiao Xing hesitated: "Young Master, you promised Master that you will not do such a thing in the future."

   Shen Suhe glanced at Xiao Xing suspiciously.

   What expression does this girl have?

   She didn't have time to guess what the girl was thinking, she just said, "You go out first, the smell of this room is not good for your health."

   A thought flashed through Xiao Xing's mind quickly, she was tearful and even more unbelievable: "This, what kind of aroma is this?"

  Xiao Xing has a little fantasies about her young master.

   I hope this scent isn't the kind of shameful sexual **** she thinks to add to the fun.

   However, under Shen Suhe's calm gaze, Xiao Xing's tears almost burst out.

How to do?

   Her young master is now not only a hooligan, but also has the habit of cutting sleeves!

  Xiao Xing anxiously emphasized: "Master! He is a man! He is a man! You, you, you are persecuting even men now?."

   Shen Suhe was silent.

   However, her silence was a default in Xiao Xing's eyes.

   Looking at the blood on the bed again, Xiao Xing stared at Shen Suhe with a look of how his young master had fallen into such a frenzy: "Master, how can you be so rude?"

   The more Shen Suhe listened to this description, the more strange it became: "It's not me"

  Xiao Xing collapsed even more, pointing at Shen Suhe and taking blame: "You still let others..."

   Before she could finish her words, Shen Suhe stopped her from talking, grabbed the medicine box in Xiao Xing's hand and said, "Go out."

After   , he threw the person out the door.

  Shen Suhe opened the medicine box, sprinkled the medicine powder on Su Ye's other serious wounds, and then said, "You will live here in the future."

   Su Ye raised his head: "How about you?"

  Shen Suhe: "I'll see you when I'm free."

After   , Su Ye stared at her, silent.

  Shen Suhe's bandaging action paused and explained: "My father, I have seen you, you follow him back, he recognizes you, it will be a little troublesome."

   "What's the trouble?"

   "Your identity, and your appearance."

   said, Shen Suhe glanced at Su Ye.

   Su Ye looks so out of place, it is estimated that everyone who saw Su Ye last night will find it difficult to forget him.

  The beast Su Ye never avoided anyone with her. If she was accidentally seen by her father, her father would make up a picture of a man and a man lingering, feeding the beast with his body.

   This kind of humiliating thing, that cheap dad really wants to break her legs.

   After listening to Su Ye, there was a brief silence.

   He looked down at the curse marks on his body, and then at his white hair. He looked up at Shen Suhe.

   suddenly raised his hand, and swept away the medicine powder bottle in Shen Suhe's hand

   Shen Suhe was stunned for a moment, stood up, caught the bottle, and turned to look at him.

  Su Ye propped up the bed with one hand, his eyelids drooping, but his chest heaved up and down as if he was angry: "What? Ah He, standing with me, feel ashamed?"

   Shen Suhe didn't expect that he would suddenly say this and didn't react.

   Su Ye's voice was faint: "A He is in the high tower, because my appearance likes me, and now my appearance is ruined, A He turns his face and plans to put me on hold, this face changes, but it's fast."

   He said that, raised his hand, and tore off his sleeve, covering the curse mark on his arm.

   His eyelids were lifted, and it was still the same handsome and beautiful face, but the warmth from before was no longer present on that face, and the brows and eyes were full of anger and anger.

   Shen Suhe looked at him, why was he still angry?

   She opened her mouth: "I, I didn't mean that."

   It would be nonsense to say that she liked him in the tower had nothing to do with his appearance.

   But she wasn't so, she was with him all with just one face.

   Besides, she didn't meet someone who loved someone.

   After she finished speaking, Su Ye's anger hadn't subsided, as if she didn't believe her words.

   She reached out and tugged at his hand.

   Seeing that he didn't break free, he dragged him and said, "The body I have now has a bad reputation."

  Shen Suhe speaks slowly and stutters a little. When he is nervous, his language will be slower.

   Fortunately, Su Ye didn't interrupt, just waiting for her to speak.

   (end of this chapter)