Chapter 337： Female champion VS dandy 02 ┃ Seemingly ruthless but affectionate (1/2)
The young man sat on the wall, his crimson robe swayed by the evening wind, the crown of hair on the top of his head was crooked, and a few strands of blue silk hung down, looking very down. However, his face was dyed magnificently with spirits, and his lips were as fresh as June cherries.
The little stars and the torches were all reflected in his eyes, making his dark pupils astonishingly bright.
He is very embarrassed, but also extremely beautiful.
The man looked up at the young man, his heart that was always cold and hard trembled slightly.
Is this a human or a monster?
Hearing the footsteps in the wall getting closer, Zhuang Li urged: "Why are you standing still? Hurry up and hug me! I'm going to jump!" Bosom flutter.
The man didn't have time to think at all, so he subconsciously took two steps, stretched out his strong arms, and steadily caught the falling boy.
"Master, be careful!" The five strong men shouted in a hurry!
If there is any hidden weapon or poison hidden on the boy's body, the master will be finished!
The five brawny men immediately surrounded them, and at some point in their hands, they each held a large sword with a cold light shining brightly.
However, the imagined assassination did not happen. After the boy landed, he consciously backed away a few steps and said with a chuckle, "I knew you could catch me!"
He didn't even say thank you, and he didn't know how to write the word "kindly".
The messy footsteps came again, but not in the wall, but outside the wall. The officials chased after them.
Zhuang Li pointed to the dragon jade pendant that the tall man was wearing around his waist, and said firmly, "You belong to the royal family, aren't you? Those yamen will definitely not dare to provoke you."
The man was annoyed by his reckless actions, and was unwilling to respond to him. He just glanced at the five guards and signaled them to start the trial.
Everyone who escaped from the flower building had to go through a severe interrogation.
Five strong men surrounded Zhuang Li, the expressions on his face became colder than the last.
7480 sighed: "The gods of this world look so ruthless!"
However, how could this cold treatment make Zhuang Li retreat? He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked terrified somewhere in the darkness, as if there were suspicious people hiding there.
The five strong men surrounding him immediately turned around to check the situation.
Zhuang Li caught the gap, got out from under their armpits, lifted the tall man's cloak, and said in a low voice, "Lend me to hide!"
The man looked at Zhuang Li in astonishment. He didn't understand why his defense mechanisms were failing. In the past, people who approached him without permission would have subconsciously twisted their necks.
Zhuang Li went around from the back to the front under the cover of the cloak, got into the man's arms, and ordered in a low voice, "Hold me!"
The man stood still.
Zhuang Li tore off his crooked crown, let go of his long black hair, untied the fringed accessories around his waist as a head rope, gathered his hair into a ball, tied it into a loose bun, and finally stood on tiptoe and took it off the wall. A hibiscus flower of , don't put it in your ear.
The man looked at him quietly, his deep eyes flickering with a dim light.
Zhuang Li made a woman's hairstyle, and then tightly closed the man's wide cloak to conceal his men's clothing.
He buried his face in the man's broad chest, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "If the yamen comes after you, you say you haven't seen me, understand?"
The man remained silent, his face calm and solemn.
Zhuang Li bumped his forehead against his chest and asked forcefully, "Did you hear that?" He raised his face, his pupils brightening with anxiety and anger.
A thick fragrance of fat powder came from him, and the bright red lip print behind the fair ear was particularly dazzling under the firelight.
There is no doubt that this was left by the prostitutes in the flower building.
The man stared at the lip print, his expression became more and more condensed, then raised his hand and rubbed the skin repeatedly.
There were thick calluses growing on the pulp of his fingers, scratching Zhuang Li.
The lip print disappeared, but there was a mass of bright red, pale blue blood vessels flowing under it, and the blood that was burned by the spirits passed through the skin, fumigating a sweet smell, like flowers and honey.
The annoying powdery fragrance was masked.
The man lowered his head and sniffed deeply.
At the same time, those messy footsteps also rushed over.
Zhuang Li didn't care about the stinging pain in his skin, he quickly stood on tiptoe and hugged the man's neck, burying his head in the other's neck.
He was only eighteen years old, and he was a little malnourished, so he was really disadvantaged in terms of height.
The man who had been standing still until now finally stretched out an arm and wrapped his arms around Zhuang Li's waist tightly, making his body stick to him more tightly.
The two embraced in the dark, one lowered his eyes and sniffed, the other hid his face shyly, looking like a pair of lovers who stole.
Dozens of yamen officers ran aggressively with torches, and as soon as they saw the man's face, they seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands, and they didn't dare to make a sound at all.
The chorus came to an abrupt end.
Seeing that the master took the initiative to hug the young man and help the other party to cover up his whereabouts, the five strong men would naturally not dismantle. They immediately waved their hands and dismissed the dozens of yamen who were about to kneel and salute.
The officers breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned around and ran away.
After a while, Zhuang Li released the man's neck, leaned on his chest and let out a light breath.
This time it shouldn't be broken.
The man still wrapped his arms around his waist and asked, "Which family are you from?" His voice was as deep and deep as a thousand-year-old bell.