Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Chapter 338 Song Hongli and Su Zhaoxue's Solitude (Subscription)

Ye Ran smiled and said to Song Hongli, "You must have misunderstood. It is impossible for the two of us. It was my own wishful thinking just now. She didn't even know that I liked her, so don't talk nonsense in front of her."

"Oh? If you like it, you should tell her. If you don't tell her, how will she know?"

Ye Ran looked at Song Hongli, said nothing, smiled and took her own bag and left.

Song Hongli didn't say anything, he found a hint of distress and helplessness from Ye Ran's smile just now.

He walked straight to the bedroom, sat beside the bed, and looked at Su Zhaoxue who was sleeping soundly.

Thinking of being alone with this guy, I started protecting this person.

He felt a chill all over his body, but there was a hint of joy in his heart. He felt that he could understand this weirdo better. He didn't understand why he thought so.

When Su Zhaoxue woke up, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. Su Zhaoxue stared blankly at the ceiling with her eyes open. She didn't notice that there was still a person sitting on the chair next to her.

Song Hongli also doesn't know why he likes to see this person sleeping so much. When Su Zhaoxue is asleep, he is not as cold as usual. His sickly white skin and closed eyes give people a strong feeling of weakness.

Song Hongli was sure that he had no disease control, but uncontrollably wanted to see Su Zhaoxue fall asleep like this, and watched it for an afternoon inadvertently.

When it was more than 8 o'clock, the corpse on the bed slowly opened its eyes, but did not get up from the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

When ten minutes passed, Song Hongli finally couldn't bear to speak first, but he didn't know what to say. After all, the two were not familiar with each other, and they were only two sides.

"Are you awake? Hungry?"

Song Hongli can only say what ordinary people would say. Looking at Su Zhaoxue, she looks like a mother treats a child with surprising tenderness.

Su Zhaoxue didn't answer Song Hongli's words, just lay on the bed and looked at Song Hongli.

Don't get me wrong, Su Zhaoxue has not forgotten who Song Hongli is or why he is here.

At this moment, Su Zhaoxue looked at Song Hongli's face and wondered whether Song Hongli's expression being played by him this afternoon was the same person with the soft-eyed person in front of him now.

How long has it been since no one showed this expression to himself again?

For a long time, she almost forgot.

Song Hongli was stared at by Su Zhaoxue and his whole body was hairy. He didn't understand how this person could enter a state of mind wandering by looking at others recklessly.

He stretched out his hand to help Su Zhaoxue, just like helping a weak patient, let her sit on the bed, Su Zhaoxue stared blankly at that look.

Then he pushed Song Hongli away and rushed into the studio. With a bang, the room returned to silence.

Song Hongli was in a sluggish state about the sudden incident in front of him, and it took a long time to react, and rubbed his head that hurt.

He scolded: "kao, everyone says that the artist is a lunatic, now I'm afraid this rumor is true, just now I was weak and seemed to be dying, and the next second, I will be able to push daddy me out!

"What's wrong with me? Are you here to serve such a great Buddha?"

Song Hongli looked at the studio with the door closed, and didn't dare to disturb it, because inspiration comes and goes quickly for people who paint, so if he knocked on the door and affected this great painter, it would be a real sin. .

So he went downstairs to buy some food by himself. Song Hongli thought as he walked, that he had to live with this mentally ill for the past six months, and his heart felt a little throbbing.

This inexplicable excitement made Song Hongli shudder. Could it be that he has masochistic tendencies?

Back at the hotel, seeing that the studio door was still closed, Song Hongli was very hungry. God knows, she hasn't eaten a bite since morning, so she opened the lunch box and shoved it in her mouth regardless of whether she was in the hotel.

When he was full, Song Hongli's sleeping bug came to him, his eyelids were heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and he resolutely walked into the bathroom and put water.

The moment he lay down in the bathtub, he sighed comfortably, imagining that the life of a bodyguard is still quite easy, he doesn't have to do anything, and he has money to take, which is many times better than not knowing at the police station.

Of course Song Hongli will not know at this moment, his bad luck has just begun.

Song Hongli was lying on the big bed, the drowsiness just now had completely disappeared, he tossed and turned but couldn't sleep, and when there was no sound outside, he knew that person was still in the studio...

Song Hongli was a little worried, seeing that guy with a pale face at all times, being so tall but not having a lot of meat on his body, staying up late every day and not eating on time, Song Hongli was really curious about how this kind of person lived. 26 years.

Slowly getting out of bed, Song Hongli really wanted to slap himself twice at this moment.

Why do you want to be so kind to see that vampire who has no temperature at all? This is

It's the one who uses his own hot face to post someone else's.

Su Zhaoxue was in the studio, recalling the tender look in Song Hongli's eyes just now, her hands moved involuntarily, she felt that inspiration was constantly being stimulated from her brain to her hands, and she couldn't restrain her no matter what.

Compared with murder, compared with blood, the eyes just now seemed to evoke her more inspiration. She held on to the brush tightly, for fear that the inspiration would slip away if she let go.

She sketched slowly. At this moment, her hand seemed not to be controlled by herself, but the constant overflowing inspiration of her brain, which made her excited.

On the white paper, from blur to gradually clear, a close-up of a person's head slowly appeared.

Curly hair naturally scattered on both sides of the face, followed by a bumpy face, then pretty slender eyebrows, thin lips, long eyelashes wrapped around a pair of full of tender, doting eyes.

The black and white pupils seemed to have compassion that contained everything, and those eyes were as hot as fire, as clear as water, as firm as ice, as deep as earth, like a ray of sunlight, shooting straight into Su Zhaoxue's heart.

Looking at her finished work, Su Zhaoxue pouted the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, her highly concentrated spirit relaxed, and she fell asleep on the table.

Song Hongli found the key to the studio, and knocked on the door tentatively, but no one answered, thinking of countless possibilities.

Could it be that the vampire was hungry and thirsty in the middle of the night and went out to suck blood?

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