Out of favor princess turns over

It was a splitting headache that pulled me out of my sleep.

My eyelids were so heavy, but I still forced myself to open them, and the warm orange light that caught my eyes reminded me of the fact that I had already returned to the room.

"Hiss—" It hurt so much, I wanted to sit up, but unexpectedly felt soreness from every joint in my body, so I had no choice but to lie down again, thinking about everything that happened before.

I don't remember, I still don't remember.The memory was interrupted after being poured red wine by Helan Lingyu.I have some allergies to alcohol since I was a child, and I can't even touch a drop of alcohol, which means that I must be drunk when I drink alcohol, and what is even more terrifying is my extremely bad alcoholism.I remember that when I was 15 years old, my grandfather gave me a cup of old wine that he had collected for several years on a whim, and I smashed my arm with a teacup. By the way, I picked up the underglaze painted antique of Tang Dynasty Shuanglong that he has always regarded as a treasure. The vase has been greatly stimulated since then, and I am no longer allowed to touch anything related to wine, not even cooking wine for cooking.And that fellow Helan Lingyu actually gave me half a glass of red wine... God, I hope nothing happens to him.

Thinking of this, I can't care about the pain in my body.No... I have to go and see him, in case something happens to him, it's okay, maybe I will have to be buried in the belly of the fish at some point.

Adjusting the angle, I pushed myself up, but was caught off guard by a burst of soreness and fell back down again.This fall doesn't matter, because I fell to one side, and my eyesight naturally deflected... So, I saw Helan Lingyu, who was sitting on the sofa chair beside the bed.

After taking off his coat, he was only wearing a thin white shirt, with only one button on his chest loosely fastened, revealing a large expanse of white skin like creamy fat and well-proportioned and firm muscles. His breathing was very steady, and he Very rhythmic, the tightly closed eyelids covered the black eyes that always projected a frightening cold light, Helan Lingyu who fell asleep lost his usual awe, but a little more of the tranquility and loveliness of a young boy in his prime.

Youth in the blooming season... Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing to myself. In fact, Helan Lingyu is only 19 years old, but the indifference and alienation he always shows always gives people a very sophisticated feeling. So much so that I almost ignored the fact that he was only one year older than me.

Looking down, I finally noticed his right arm with the cuff of his shirt rolled up. Even though it was wrapped in several layers of gauze, the bloodshot wrist was still inevitably oozing a little, and it was placed on the armrest closest to the bed. There was some whitening, and I couldn't help reaching out my hand to touch it tentatively, and what my fingertips touched was the lifeless coldness of death.

I was taken aback by the temperature, so I shrank back quickly as if being electrocuted, and lay down for a while, and slowly climbed out of the bed after gradually getting used to the soreness in my body.

I opened the thick silk curtains, but no sunlight came in as I expected, and the sky was completely dark. I remembered that I drank wine at breakfast time, but... have I slept for so long?

After some hesitation, I still pulled a thin blanket and covered Helan Lingyu lightly. When I was straightening his collar, I noticed his fair chest with a few bruises looming on it. In my opinion, it is garish to a bit abrupt.

He must have suffered a lot, right?

I thought that when I saw him being severely punished by me, he would look up to the sky and laugh wildly, but when it really came to this kind of time, I couldn't laugh anymore, and I even couldn't help but want to cry a feeling of.I don't know why, seeing his bleeding wrist and bruised chest, the feeling is even more intense, and his frown that never forgets to frown even when he is asleep, I can't bear to I couldn't help feeling an urge to stretch out a hand to gently smooth it...

Of course, these are just my thoughts for a moment. I didn't cry out, let alone reach out my hand. In the next second, I can't wait to push myself to the ground and beat me violently.