Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Shu turned around, picked her up, and let Yao Rong lean against her side.

"Well." The man looked down at Yao Rong, and saw his deep black eyes, staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes. Yao Rong was stared at by him, and she was a little at a loss, but he took the opportunity to kiss her little Mouth.

Sensing something was wrong with Zhuo Shu, she asked softly: "Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?"

"Zhuo Shu, what are you..." Yao Rong felt as if he had touched something.

Zhuo Shu's face became more and more ugly, as if he was controlling something, and he kept taking deep breaths, but he discovered that something was obviously wrong with his originally strong body.

"I, I'm going for a walk." Zhuo Shu was about to leave, but Yao Rong grabbed him.

"How could.... Are you in a bad mood?" Yao Rong's fair face turned red.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu turned around and punched the wall. He took a deep breath and said to her, "I may be too tired. Let's try again."

"Zhuo Shu." Yao Rong saw this and wanted to stop her, but Zhuo Shu carried her back to the room.

"Bang" his tall body fell to the ground, looking at her in disbelief.

"Yao Rong, I'm afraid I'm going to die." Zhuo Shu's voice was extremely deep, as if he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to tear his heart out.

"Zhuo Shu, it's okay." Yao Rong reached out and hugged Zhuo Shu.

The woman's small hand patted his shoulder and whispered: "It's okay! Trust me."

Zhuo Shu hugged her, and the two of them clung to each other. Yao Rongqing hugged his back and said softly: "Zhuo Shu, you have always been the best, don't doubt yourself."

"Pop" he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"Get some rest early." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice, pulling the quilt for her before getting up and walking out, closing the door gently.

Watching him leave, Yao Rong lowered his head, reached for his phone, and searched: "If a man can't do it, what should I do?"

Yao Rong held the phone and turned to look at him.

"Pfft." Zhuo Shu leaned there, smoking a cigarette, obviously in a bad mood.

The moonlight outside the window shone on his body. Seeing that he was a little impetuous, Yao Rong retracted his hand and walked towards him, whispering: "It doesn't matter, don't think too much."

The windows were open, and the wind blew in from the outside, lifting the pink curtains and fluttering in the air.

"I'm sorry for tonight, please go to sleep first." Zhuo Shu said, obviously he couldn't get over the pit in his heart.

For young people, it is indeed a bit unbearable.

Yao Rong nodded, turned around and walked to the bed, then turned around and said, "You should go to bed earlier too."

"Yes." Zhuo Shu responded, lowered his head and kissed her lips. She raised her arms and hugged his body.

Yao Rong raised his head, held Zhuo Shu's head, kissed his hair, and said softly: "Zhuo Shu, do you know? Sometimes I wonder, if it weren't for you..."

After experiencing life and death, coupled with her blindness, Zhuo Shuo never left her. In Yao Rong's heart, he was irreplaceable, and the seeds of that deep love had sprouted in his heart.

"Rong Rong." He called her affectionately, suddenly wanting to... .

"Boom." Zhuo Shu's mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He lowered his head in disbelief. After a few seconds, he looked up at Yao Rong.

"Rong Rong." Zhuo Shu's voice was hoarse, filled with many emotions. He stretched out his arms and hugged Yao Rong tightly. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he gritted his teeth.

Zhuo Shu pulled away, turned around, got out of bed, and ran outside.

"Zhuo Shu." Yao Rong watched him rush out inexplicably, outside at this moment.

She got up and walked out in her slippers. She saw Zhuo Shu standing there, desperately holding a cigarette. When he saw her figure, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt.