Because Yun Qingluo was injured, Gu Canmo didn't assign any tasks to her and just let her rest quietly.
Love is a very sad thing.
Yun Qingluo was really hurt this time.
He felt a mixture of hatred and love for Di Fuyi, but he also knew that he still had no hope in this life, or maybe she and him were never meant to be together.
But this is not what makes her most anxious.
What worries her most is that her Di Fuyi is missing.
The doll that had always been by her side, the doll that had always given her countless comforts, actually disappeared from her storage bag.
So in the past few days, while she was feeling hurt, she was also as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
I'm afraid that her doll will be discovered by Di Fuyi If discovered, she would really be dead.
That night, she was lying alone in bed, unable to fall asleep with her heart full of sorrow, when the door rang softly, opened with a creak, and someone stepped in.
Black hair, purple clothes, and a mask covering his face.
Yun Qingluo jumped up and said: "You".
Regardless of her injured body, she rushed forward and grabbed the other person's hand: "Where have you been running these past few days?
Why did you run away by yourself?"
The person is her lost puppet.
She jumped too fast, shaking the wound, and she bent over again in pain.
The man sighed softly, picked her up by the waist, and put her on the bed again: "You are still hurt, why are you so careless?"
His voice was as gentle as before.
Yun Qingluo was angry and grabbed his collar: "Tell me how you ran away by yourself."
The man took advantage of the situation to suppress her and kissed her.
Yun Qingluo trembled slightly, hugged his neck, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "You" He closed his eyes and whispered: "Fuyi" There was a glimmer of light flowing in the eyes of the man.
During the passionate kiss, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled off her clothes, revealing an exquisite body like an Aries, and his fingers were wreaking havoc.
Obviously, this was something he did often when he was with her, so the man was very skilled at it.
Yun Qingluo's body trembled again, and his tears flowed more quickly.
He did not refuse, but frequently murmured Di Fuyi's name.
It was as if the person doing this to her was the person in her mind.
The man looked down at her, with a gentle smile on his lips, but a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he sent her to heaven with his hands.
When Yun Qingluo returned to reality from heaven, she looked at the puppet in front of her with disgust and pushed him away: "Get out of here, you are not him, don't taint me."
Usually when she pushed him away like this, he would quietly step aside and wait for her to put him into the storage bag again.
But it didn't happen this time.
He took a step back and then came forward, grabbed her shoulders and chuckled: "Yun Qingluo, how long will you deceive yourself like this?"
Yun Qingluo's shoulders hurt when he held him, but he looked at him with wide eyes in shock: "You" The man sat next to her and touched her chest with his fingers.
Suddenly, he pressed on the broken bone.
Yun Qingluo broke into a cold sweat in pain and subconsciously resisted him.
But the man's strength was immense, and she was injured, so she couldn't exert much strength.
She was completely restrained in the man's arms, unable to move.
The man still smiled gently: "Qing Luo, you are hurt like this, don't you have any hatred?"
His fingers climbed to the place where she had been pierced by the sword.
There were scabs there, but it was still very painful when touched.
The man's tone was gentle, but his movements were merciless, and he directly opened her bloody scabs with his fingers: