But after inserting the key into the lock hole, he twisted it left and right several times, but the door lock remained unmoved.

Rong Zhuo got angry and pushed hard on the door a few times, attracting the attention of a guy who came to deliver tea.

"This son, do you need help?" the man asked him.

"No no no..." Rong Zhuo subconsciously refused, and then he recognized that it was the errand guy, and turned to say: "My key can't open the door!"

The guy stepped forward to take the key and glanced at it, and then tried it himself, but he couldn't open the door.

"It may be that they got it wrong. Young master, I'll try to change it for you later." The man said and took Rong Zhuo's key.

Rong Zhuo stood at the door and waited for a long time, only to feel an evil fire in his body burning more and more, making his mouth dry and uncomfortable.

Under the effect of the medicine, he only felt that time was being slowed down.

As soon as the guy walked down the stairs, he felt that a long time had passed.

Rong Zhuo felt that if he delayed for a while, he might have done something embarrassing directly in the corridor.

Thinking of this, he paced a few steps in the corridor anxiously, raised his hand and tentatively pushed on the other door.

There are probably no guests today, and almost all the doors of the guest rooms are locked.

When he reached the door near the end of the corridor, he stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the door creaked open.

Rong Zhuo was startled, turned his head to look inside the door, and saw a man sitting at the table inside.

The man was dressed in indigo blue, his temperament was cold and dusty, and his face was extremely handsome. At this moment, he was holding a teacup in his hand, as if he was drinking tea. He looked at Rong Zhuo with a bit of scrutiny. Jingdu.

"I went wrong..." Rong Zhuo opened his mouth to explain, only to realize that his voice was hoarse.

Probably because the potency of the medicine was even stronger, Rong Zhuo only felt that the desire in his body became stronger and stronger, and his body felt as if it was about to burst open.

He forced himself to walk away, but found that his legs were starting to weaken.

What Rong Zhuo didn't know was that the moment he opened the door, the hidden guard held the hidden weapon in his hand, waiting to take his life at any time.

Fortunately, he stood at the door and did not move rashly, which was able to save a small life.

"I..." Rong Zhuo held the door with one hand to support his body, and looked at the man sitting at the table with some helplessness, "Can I borrow your place to use it... I will never offend you... It's just... "He felt like he was going to lose control soon and couldn't wait for the guy to come back, but he didn't want to be seen in the hallway looking like this.

Due to the effect of the medicine, his originally white porcelain cheeks and neck were stained with redness, and his eyes were even more glowing.

Yu Jingdu looked at him at ease, his gaze down from the delicate face of the young man, and finally stopped on his slightly trembling legs.

"Drugged?" He finally spoke, his tone still cold.

"Well... I accidentally drank wine..." Rong Zhuo's voice was almost choked, he tried to stabilize his breathing and voice in embarrassment, and he looked pitiful and helpless.

"Please..." Rong Zhuo's voice and body were shaking, and it seemed that he couldn't hold it anymore.

Yu Jingdu probably saw that the young man was so pitiful, or maybe he was afraid that the other party would stay at the door and not leave to delay his meeting with the person he had made an appointment for, so he put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly, "I'll give you a stick of incense. work."

Rong Zhuo, as if receiving amnesty, walked towards the back of the screen in the house with difficulty.

The dark guards have been paying attention to Yu Jingdu's actions, knowing that Rong Zhuo entered only with the approval of the other party, so they did not move, but watched Rong Zhuo's every move vigilantly. However, the door was quickly closed, blocking their sight.

The water in the kettle on the table was probably boiling, and it began to bubble up.

There was a rustling sound from behind the screen, and then the voice of the boy who was trying his best to suppress it.

Yu Jingdu sat back at the table without looking sideways, his expression not showing the slightest difference.

But his ears are very good. Although he tried his best not to let himself listen, he still received all the sounds behind the screen into his ears.

It was not until after a stick of incense that the screen gradually became quiet.

At this moment, Rong Zhuo's trembling voice came from behind the screen, "Can you... lend me a towel?"

Yu Jingdu frowned slightly, and patiently took out a square towel.

But Wen Juvenile said again: "Can I trouble you... help me deliver it?"

Yu Jingdu's patience seemed to be running out, but after a moment's thought, he knew that the young man was indeed a little inconvenient at the moment, so he stood up reverently and handed his towel behind the screen.

A fair and beautiful hand stretched out timidly and took his handkerchief.

However, after a short while, there was another rustling sound from behind the screen, and this time it was longer than the last time.

Yu Jingdu was a little irritable, but he couldn't throw people out at this time, so he could only take a sip of the tea cup angrily. He didn't expect the tea to be so hot that it made his tongue numb.

When Rong Zhuo came out from behind the screen, what he saw was a face that was a little colder than before.

His ability to know people is not enough, and he can't see Jingdu's anger, so he can only roughly judge that this person is not happy.

"Thank you for today!" Rong Zhuo solemnly bowed to him.

The medicinal power on the boy's body has almost dissipated, but the redness on his cheeks and neck has not yet faded away, especially his red eyes, surrounded by wet long eyelashes. Think of what you've done.

Probably because the sense of contradiction in him was too heavy, Yu Jingdu was hard to bear, and gave him another look.

At first glance, his red dress was a bit dazzling, but when he looked closely, he felt warm and bright, which was quite suitable for his delicate and beautiful face.

Rong Zhuo's temperament looks obedient and innocent, and when it meets this enthusiasm, it is like snow falling on red plums, which complement each other.