"I..." Rong Zhuo opened his mouth, his eyes full of helplessness and grievance.

"Don't be afraid." Yu Jingdu wrapped his arms around the young man's neck and hugged him gently, "I'll help you."

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Rong Zhuo: crying

Chapter 73

Yu Jingdu's palm and finger pads were covered with thin calluses, and the touch was particularly obvious at this time.

But Rong Zhuo's thoughts were already in a mess at this moment, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to it at all.

He crouched on Jingdu's shoulders, and his whole body lost half of his strength. The whole figure was like a fish thrown to the shore. He could only breathe in vain, trying to absorb a little oxygen in the strong heart palpitations and suffocation.

Yu Jingdu had a vague soap scent on his body, which was obviously much lighter than the messy scent in the house, but when it fell into Rong Zhuo's nose, it covered up all other scents, which made Rong Zhuo Inexplicably felt a little reassured.

In a trance, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but thought, Yu Jingdu's hand was so hot, it seemed to be hotter than his body.

But soon, his brain ushered in a brief blank...

Rong Zhuo buried his head on Jing Du's body, his teeth biting into the other's clothes unconsciously, as if he was afraid that he would make an embarrassing sound. What he didn't know was that even his breath at this moment was some kind of "torture" to Jingdu.

God knows how much effort Yu Jingdu has to spend to restrain his messy thoughts.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Yu Jingdu asked in his ear.

Rong Zhuowo didn't open his mouth in his neck, only shook his head as an answer.

His thoughts have calmed down a little now, but his sanity has not recovered.

Because he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at Yu Jingdu, or even dared to speak to him, but he didn't hate or resent what Yu Jingdu did, and even vaguely felt a little satisfied.

Rong Zhuo didn't know how to explain this strange feeling.

He felt ashamed and did not dare to face...

He thought to himself, this must be because of the medicinal power, right?

Yu Jingdu didn't know what he was thinking at all. After his breathing gradually recovered, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands and Rong Zhuo's body, before helping him tidy up his clothes. Rong Zhuo buried his head and let him do what he did, so obediently.

Yu Jingdu was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he wanted to let him stay calm for a while.

However, when he was about to get up, the boy raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go." Rong Zhuo rested his forehead on his arm, his voice still trembling.

Yu Jingdu's breath stagnated, and he took the man in his arms again.

He had seen in the script that some people would become more vulnerable and helpless at times like this.

He didn't know what Rong Zhuo was thinking at the moment, but he decisively gave up the decision to leave the other party alone.

After a long time, Rong Zhuo slowly recovered from the illusion like a dream.

What followed was an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment.

Fortunately, there was a commotion outside at this time, which was considered a timely "rescue" for him.

"He..." Rong Zhuo looked up at the direction of the door, "He's here?"

"It's alright, there's me." Yu Jingdu couldn't help but tremble again when he saw his red eyes, but he didn't show it on his face, and only slowly used the other hand to soak the boy's sweat. The wet forehead was straightened, and he comforted: "Sit here and don't come out, I will solve it."

Rong Zhuo nodded obediently, and slowly loosened Yu Jingdu's sleeves.

Yu Jingdu got up and walked outside the screen, picked up the cold tea on the table and splashed it on his face, trying to calm himself down a bit.

Not long after, the exasperated voice outside let out a loud shout, and the door was kicked open.

Then, a man in his thirties strode in, ignoring the obstruction of the prostitute and the man.

This person was not someone else, it was Du Xing who Rong Zhuo and Yu Jingdu had been waiting for for several days.

When Du Xing entered the door, he thought that he would see the scene of catching the adulterer in bed, but unexpectedly, he only saw a cold and handsome man sitting at the table outside.

He was stunned at first, then his eyes swept across the room, and he said in a rough voice, "Where's that little girl Ruyan?"

He ignored Yu Jingdu and walked directly behind the screen.

The redness on Rong Zhuo's face behind the screen has not yet faded away. If anyone sees his appearance, he can probably guess what happened before. So when he heard the sound of Duchenne's footsteps approaching, he immediately became very nervous, and he remembered it as he struggled.

But the next moment, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

A muffled sound came, and Du Xing's half-scolded dirty mouth suddenly stopped, and then all the people watching the fun outside the door let out an exclamation.

Rong Zhuo looked out through the gap in the screen, and saw Du Xing lying at the door with his heart over his head, apparently being kicked out by Yu Jingdu.

"You son of a bitch..." He opened his mouth and wanted to curse again, but was hit in the nose and mouth by a teacup that flew from the door again.

The flying tea cup contained strength, and this blow made his nose bleed wildly, and two teeth were loosened in his mouth.

The onlookers exclaimed again and again, obviously not expecting things to develop like this.

In particular, the prostitute and other insiders thought it was the two young masters who were beaten by Du Xing today, but no one expected that Du Xing, who was bluffing on weekdays, had no room to fight back.

Du Xing was so irritated that he shut his mouth and stopped cursing, but drew a dagger from his waist.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly hid behind them, it seemed that they were afraid of being affected by the fight between the two.

The prostitute is afraid that things will get bigger and wants to persuade, but how can Du Xing swallow this breath?

He was able to get a lieutenant in the private military camp, and he was quite used. Naturally, he was not a vegetarian.

He felt that the reason why he had just caught the Dao was purely because he was not prepared.

Right now, he held the dagger in his hand, with a cold light in his eyes, and dared not underestimate the enemy.