"Wait." Yu Zhou's eyes suddenly swept something, took a pack of wet tissue from his bag, took two pieces, and handed them to Feng Yi.

"Give it to you." Yu Zhou's eyes signaled him to continue.

Feng Yi looked at the tissue, then looked at her again.

Didn't answer.

"The hands are dirty." Yu Zhou had no choice but to take a tissue and go to wipe his hands.

When he hugged her down, his hand rubbed against the bus window with dust and mud, which seemed particularly inconsistent with the cleanliness of him.

The fingertips fell on his fingers, and Yu Zhou could also feel his cold fingers through a layer of wet tissue.

Like his people, there is no temperature.

Yu Zhou lowered his head, and the broken hair that was resting beside his ear fell. The black hair reflected the almost transparent back neck, and the small red mole under the broken hair could be vaguely seen.

Feng Yi did not move.

I seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Yu Zhou took the wet wipes and carefully wiped his hands clean.

Then she folded the dirty tissue, put it in a small plastic bag, and put it back into the bag.

"Okay, it's clean." Yu Zhou looked up at him and smiled.

The man's hands are as slender as others, with long finger bones, vigorous and powerful, and exuding an extremely cold and unfamiliar relationship.

Feng Yi suddenly looked down at her, paused, and asked, "You are not popular, and there are no announcements. You don't even have a few fans. Why do you want to find a bodyguard?"

Yu Zhou felt aggrieved when he heard this.

She blinked.

It can be seen that Feng Yi was really curious about this question, not trying to mock her.

"Because I'm timid."

Yu Zhou answered him seriously: "I tend to have nightmares when I sleep at night. When I go to a quiet place with few people, I am afraid of walking at night. Now I am afraid even higher places."

Yu Zhou was smiling when he said this. Although he was obviously understatement, he always felt that every word was heavy.

"So Feng Yi, you must remember all the things I just said."

Yu Zhou looked at him and said slowly: "It is your duty to protect me and not let me be afraid."

Feng Yi sneered lightly and couldn't help but scold her: "There are so many problems."

Yu Zhou nodded and admitted: "There are quite a lot."

There are more, no one knows except her.

"Those who have many problems need to spend more money, otherwise you see, I can't make much money even if I am alone in the 18th tier."

I have to pay another one.

She is also very difficult to do.

"What about you?" Yu Zhou asked him: "What did you do before?"

"You must have practiced it."

Otherwise, why would it be so powerful?

Feng Yi's eyes gradually became colder, and he lowered his eyes to look at his hands that had just been wiped clean by her. After a moment, he looked at her again.

He uttered a few words coldly: "Listen blood at the tip of the knife."

Silence around.

Yu Zhou didn't look scared at all, his eyebrows were curved, but he was even more curious.

"Stop scaring me. I'm timid, not stupid."

Yu Zhou's thinking is very simple.

People who are so beautiful don't need to do anything dangerous.

After the words are finished, quiet down.

The more you walk, the harder it is to walk. Yu Zhou was wearing a small heel. After walking so many roads, his heels were soaked that his feet were so painful that it hurt even more. It seemed that if he moved a little, his skin would bloom and blood would flow.

Feng Yi's legs were long and fast, and Yu Zhou tried hard to keep up, and he limped in pain.

I really want to take off my shoes.

But the weather is cold, let alone clamoring.

"Feng Yi, can you walk slowly?"

Ignore it.

"My foot is bleeding, really."

Yu Zhou was gasping for breath, his voice was exhausted, and he had no choice but to discuss with him, "Then can you carry me away? I really can't leave."

Feng Yi's speed did not decrease, but this time he replied to her.

"cannot."
Chapter completed!