I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 275: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (30)

Ye Zhao slept very restlessly this time.

Five years later, he had that dream again, which was both real and unreal.

In the extremely depressing castle, a sobbing and complaining voice came from the half-open door.

Intermingled with this was the clear sound of bells, which lingered for a long time like a spell.

No matter how much he rejected it, the golden bracelet still shone brightly on his hand, circling around his white jade wrist.

There are eight small bells hanging on it, like closed flower buds.

The patterns are complex and the workmanship is exquisite.

But he didn't like it. He felt like a giant golden python that would open its bloody mouth and swallow him at any time.

He immediately started crying and making a fuss, scratching and biting, and refused to wear it no matter what.

The elegant and slightly sweet fragrance of camellia lingers for a long time.

A low, hoarse voice, like a stubborn oath, fell beside my ear, "Say, I am your master."

He was so scared that cold sweat covered his back and soaked his clothes.

Frantically trying to escape this fact, he pulled the bracelet off.

The bracelet cannot be removed, which is strange.

How could this be?

He was so tired that he could hardly breathe.

Ye Zhao didn't care, even if it meant bleeding and getting injured, he still couldn't take it off.

The tall and imposing man loomed over his thin body like a mountain, his eyes like blood-red moons, revealing a hint of bloodiness for no reason.

Like a wild beast staring at its prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Ye Zhao couldn't see his face clearly, he only remembered his eyes.

Cold, rough gloves traced along the cheeks.

The uneasiness grew in his heart, and he let out a sharp roar in his mind: Run away!

As he turned around, a strong hand reached out from the darkness and easily pulled him back.

The man pinched his well-defined chin, and the pressure he applied caused his lips to part.

His chest was shaking violently, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were flashing with anger and indomitable spirit.

The man opened his mouth and bit off the white glove on his hand, and his slender fingers caressed the delicate and tempting lips.

Ye Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and started coughing subconsciously, with crystal tears hanging above his eyelashes.

Ye Zhao's expression became distorted with fear, and he suddenly pounced on the table and grabbed the sharp handle of the knife.

A white light flashed, and blood slid down the sharp sword...

……

Trapped in a gloomy and suffocating nightmare, Ye Zhao's body shook violently as he fled and screamed.

Before I knew it, I was sweating profusely.

It chilled him to the core, and he shivered constantly.

The body curled up like a shrimp.

I tried hard to get rid of the nightmare, but it was in vain. Waking up became a luxury.

When he wanted to end his life in his dream, the scent of ebony and sandalwood was brought by the wind, driving away countless inexplicable nightmares.

The warm, misty towel gently wiped away the sweat on my forehead.

Then another towel folded into a long strip was placed over his forehead.

As he was about to leave with the basin of water, a hand wrapped in gauze grabbed a tiny corner of his clothes.

Shen Qingshu tried to pull it out, but failed after two attempts.

The delicate and pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, like a condensed and undispersible fog of sorrow.

"please……"

"Don't leave me alone..."

"Where are you?"

"Qingshu..."

"I……"

"I will never bully you again..."

The white eyelids kept trembling, as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and could not be opened no matter what.

Tears were like pearls that had broken off the string, sinking into the pillow.

Shen Qingshu's fingertips paused slightly, and his eyes unexpectedly fell between the bottom of the bed and the drawer.

There used to be a storage jar there, but it no longer exists.

I don't know what it came to me, my eyes were gray, "There is no future."

I don’t know whether I was saying this to Ye Zhao or to myself.

He opened the drawer, took out a pair of scissors, cut towards the place where he was pulling, and turned away without looking back.

After a night of vigil, the sky turned pale and the fever had almost subsided, but the patient was still in a coma.

Coming down from upstairs, the restless Wang Ma hurried forward, "Master, what are you doing..."

The words I wanted to say were swallowed back when I saw him wearing a mask, a windbreaker, and a loose hospital gown, walking out with the car keys in his hand.

"Please take care of him. When he wakes up, tell him that next time he gets drunk and gets kidnapped, no one will care about him."

"Also, don't tell him I was back."

The door closed and Wang Ma was stunned.

No, how could she say that?

Very hurtful.