Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Duan Jinyu put his palm on her back, patting her gently to comfort her.

The cold body was wrapped in his body temperature and was still twitching. The hand holding the shirt on his back was so hard that it convulsed.

The face that was pressed tightly against his chest was also cold, and the white shirt was soaked with tears. Feeling the wetness of the tears, he pressed her into his arms again, and the hand on the back of her head did not leave, "I'll carry you out." ."

He stood up directly in this position, held her waist with his other hand, lifted her up like a child, and strode out.

The cuffs of the shirt are slightly rolled up, and the thin wrist bones can be seen, and the raised veins disappear into the cuffs. The muscles in his arms were tense, and the neat lines under the shirt could be vaguely seen through the fabric. His jaw was tense and his face was cold.

He was not affected at all when he walked up the narrow stairs, and he walked easily while holding her in his arms.

Behind him, the room was full of human skin, and black threads quickly climbed up the wall until the entire basement was sealed. The living creatures in the shadow hurriedly hid in the parasitic human skin, but were still restrained, ignoring the dent that had just been made. He recovered, and his twisted limbs even moved in different directions during the crazy struggle, as if trying to break through the thin skin. Eject different drum kits.

The roars and screams were small and overlapping, and finally even the skin disappeared, leaving only a liquid of unknown composition.

The noisy and uncomfortable sounds gradually disappeared, and there were several pools of thick black liquid on the ground, which was so thick that it occupied almost all of the ground.

Mixed with black ash soaked into the wooden floor.

Duan Jinyu held Ruan Ruan with one hand, took out his mobile phone and dialed something, then hung up the phone quickly.

After coming out, Ruan Ruan's face, which had been buried in his chest, was now pressed against his neck, her hands were around him, and she was leaning against him, still languid and lifeless, and her breath fell on the crook of his neck. The white shirt was printed with her black handprints, and the fabric was wrinkled by her scratches. A section of the hem was pulled out of the belt. The black ash on her body rubbed against him, and the ash on her face rubbed against his neck. On the pale skin, he didn't care at all and hugged her tighter.

When he was about to be put down, Ruan Ruan suddenly grabbed him in a panic, and looked over in panic with his red eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of wet water.

Duan Jinyu coaxed her to take a shower in a soft voice, took off her black suit, and then grabbed the hem of the clothes underneath and lifted them up. Ruan Ruan let him move, looking straight at him the whole time.

She was very obedient and did whatever she was told. She was asked to raise her hands from time to time. In her current state, she didn't even think about when the water heater was available. The foam on her head was rinsed away and wrapped in a towel.

He took off his dirty clothes, took a quick shower, pushed back his soaked silver hair, wiped it casually twice, and then carried her out.

Ruan Ruan was wearing fluffy pajamas, the quilt was warm, and a small hot water bottle was stuffed into his hand.

Actually, there was no need for it. She had already warmed up after taking a hot bath, and even just now, she didn't feel cold next to him.

Duan Jinyu stood by the bed and blew her hair. When there was a knock on the door, she subconsciously grabbed him again. The sound of the hair dryer stopped, "It's the person I called."

Ruan Ruan looked at the door. It was facing the bed and he could see clearly what was happening.

She looked at him again, and after a while, she slowly let go of him, still a little reluctant, "... come back quickly."