You From The Game

Lu Hui had a small Band-Aid on his right index finger.

She was a little caught off guard, she looked at her Xia Qiu blankly, and it took a while to realize, "I was accidentally scratched..."

After she took a bath, her mind was full of Xia Qiu's pretty face and the little Band-Aid on her cheek.

Xia Qiu has some, and she really wants to be like her.

Like fans who are obsessed with idols, they always think that idols are good.

The scar on the index finger is too obvious, and it is a bit embarrassing to put the Band-Aid directly on the face.

Lu Hui put the same Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid in his pocket around his finger.

Although I can't touch this little scar when I'm anxious, but when I paste it, I still have a secret pleasure in my heart.

As if someone she likes is kissing her scar.

"Why are you so careless?" Xia Qiu thought of those people just now, frowning slightly, "Did those people ask you to do something?"

"Ah, no, no." Lu Hui smiled, the dimples on his cheeks were sweet, "Butler Lin is very nice."

"It's not Steward Lin." Xia Qiu looked at her and said, "It's someone else."

Lu Hui looked at Xia Qiu and didn't realize what Xia Qiu was referring to for a while.

What are the others?

There is no one else in her eyes.

After her grandparents had an accident, she rolled around, heard too much ridicule, and suffered too much grievance. That maid was nothing to Lu Hui at all.

She didn't expect that Xia Qiu knew so quickly.

“…”

Many people don't know that the high-ranking person behind the Xia clan has control over the queen who kills many people.

A lot of times, it's just a silly kid who doesn't speak well.

"If you are bullied." Xia Qiu whispered. "...you can call me."

Lu Gui looked at her blankly: "No one bullies me."

In Lu Hui's view, being told a few words by the maid is not a problem at all. Originally, she was lying on the branches and flying on the branches. The most important choice.

Her name is Lu Hui, so she makes a choice that she never regrets.

If she is angry with those gossip every day, then she is so tired to live, so she never cares.

She can be trampled no matter what.

But no one is allowed to bully Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu tilted her head slightly and changed the subject, "Is the injury serious?"

"It's a small injury." Lu Hui suddenly laughed again.

Is Xia Qiu caring about her?

Thinking about this, Lu Hui felt happier, she picked up the blanket from the sofa and ran to Xia Qiu, "You're wearing very little, it's super cold outside, are not you cold?"

"No..."

Lu Hui didn't listen to Xia Qiu at all, and couldn't help but throw the blanket on Xia Qiu.

.

Xiaqiu felt a sense of security in a trance for a while.

It was a sense of security that was deeper and warmer than darkness…

"Are you here to find me?" Lu Hui smiled warmly, "Don't come to me specially, I can find you."

"...Just a few miles." Xia Qiu lowered his eyelashes slightly, "It's not cold."

"The road here is long and difficult to walk, how many sections of road are there?" Lu Hui puffed up his face, and then asked a little embarrassedly, "...Well, have you seen the spider plant?"

The blanket wrapped her so tightly that when Xia Qiu bowed her head, she could smell the faint scent of Lugui on the blanket.

The fragrance of the light shower gel seems to have a sweet smell unique to girls.

She said dully: "...I see."

"Have you seen the candy?" Lu Hui was even happier, with deep dimples, "That's the best mint I've ever bought."

Lu Hui said silently in his heart, I hope you can be sweeter.

"Hmm."

The manic-depressive feeling seems to be… gone.

Xia Qiu was a little lost.

Irritability is easily defeated.

And the little witch said she wanted to protect her.

In mockery, like a hero.

But she quickly came to her senses, "What were you doing just now?"

Lu Hui made a "uh" sound, looking a little dodging, "...playing on the phone."

People always have secrets.

Summer and Autumn.

No reason, this laughing child has no secrets.

It's just uncontrollable, and there is still some indescribable sense of emptiness, that kind of warmth that slowly loses, indescribable, and cannot be filled.

Not loneliness, but the kind of emptiness that devours everything.

Lu Hui almost blurted out when he noticed that Xia Qiu's eyes were not right: "I was just broadcasting live!"

She scolds herself for being an idiot.

Xia Qiu is such a fragile person.

In Lu Hui's heart, he has tacitly regarded Xia Qiu as a beautiful glass doll in the window.

The dolls in the window have beautiful and noble faces and the most delicate dresses.

But Lu Hui knew. The beautiful dress is to cover up the scars on its body.

She is the one looking at it from the window.

She knows.

She wants to protect it.

…Even if you lose face, it’s okay.

"Live?" Xia Qiu was at a loss for a moment, looking at Lu Hui's slightly flushed face, "...what live?"

Xia's company also has a live broadcast company platform in its business. She knows this, but she looked at Lu Hui and didn't respond.

But she quickly said, "If you don't want to say it, you can..."

"No no no - just... a simple live broadcast." Lu Hui said in a panic, a little embarrassed, "I used to do some live broadcasts when I was bored after finishing the work..."

Xia Qiu thought it was very interesting, but she didn't quite understand why Lu Hui was shy, "It doesn't seem to matter."

"Really?" Lu Hui raised his head, his eyes bright like stars, but he quickly lowered, "But people around me say I'm not doing my job properly."

She whispered, "I thought you might say the same."

"No." Xia Qiu said, "It's a good thing to have something to do."

"Then...what do you like to do?" Lu Hui asked, "Do you like to do anything?"

Xia Qiu was slightly startled.

The things she loves…

Xia Qiu easily changed the topic, "...What do you usually live stream?"

She hates so many things that she has lost the energy to like what she likes.

Although Lu Hui felt a little regretful about Xia Qiu’s sudden departure from the topic, he didn’t take it to heart.

She never expected Xia Qiu to give her an answer.

It is good to be able to speak like this.

She is content.

When she mentioned the live broadcast, she became excited: "I usually cook, and make up, and I do a lot of beauty videos..."

When you talk about things you like, especially in front of the people you like, you can't help but talk.

"I was chatting with fans just now." Lu Hui said, "I said that I married a wealthy family and set foot on the pinnacle of life, but no one believed me."

Lu Hui looked a little aggrieved and looked at her with happy stars shining in his eyes.

Like a kitten to cuddle.

As warm as a blanket with her lingering warmth.

Warm enough to dispel all her anxiety.

But the hand under the blanket only paused, but still did not reach out.

Lu Hui stood beside her, pulling the corner of the blanket, her eyes bright like stars, she couldn't reach her hair.

The weak legs could not support her weight, nor could they support the temperature of another person.

There is no way she can hug this person.

Under the blanket, Lu Hui couldn't see Xia Qiu's slightly raised, and instantly stiff hands, she only saw Xia Qiu showing a shallow smile, like the water of the West Lake in autumn, rippling With a little gentle wave, "Really."

This moment.

Lu Hui felt that Xia Qiu was so close to her, yet so far away.

It doesn't matter.

The next moment, the innocent and brave child hugged her neck like a lazy cat, curled up in her arms, Xia Qiu's pupils shrank slightly, warm The blanket isolates the hug of the two.

This is a seemingly lazy hug that exhausted all Lu Hui's strength.

She put all her strength on the toes of the ground to support herself, Xia Qiu's weak legs and body could not feel half the weight, the blanket isolated the skin, but there was a soft residual warmth.

For a time, all the stubborn sadness and confusion were broken at this moment, Xia Qiu's pupils had the light scattered by the huge tree-shaped chandelier on the top of the villa, outside the blown Morandi-colored curtains The complex and unknown rustling of branches and leaves echoed in her eyes. In her eyes, there were no stars and moonlight cut by branches and leaves, only the naughty gray hair on the girl's temples, and the long eyelashes like butterfly wings.

Xia Qiu realized that he was wrong.

Lu Hui is not an unscrupulous little witch.

Bold and timid.

Xia Qiu doesn't like people approaching her.

So Lu Hui mustered all his courage and strength, and he could only approach her like this.

"Yes," the girl who had used all her strength to hug her said with a little indifferent grievance, "At that time I thought, I must be too bad."

"So, no one believes the truth."

So, you must do your best to hug you, and you must do your best to be worthy of the best you in the world.

Lu regrets.

The mountains are not mine.

I come to the mountain.

Your presence is my best story.

At this moment, Xia Qiu almost reached out to Lu Hui.

She wanted to say, no, you're fine, you're already great.

She almost hugged her and told her, the world is very dark, but don't be afraid, I am here.

Young master Xia is behind the servant who bullied you. Master Xia has a father and a mother, but it doesn’t matter, don’t be afraid. Because you have me behind you.

I may not be able to like you, but I will try my best to do my duty as a wife, protect you, love you, trust you, just as the oath said.

You can hug me as much as I want right now, touch your head, say it's okay, I believe in you—

Xia Qiu moved.

There is no strength in the legs.

—Miss legs…

—It's a waste...

—Alas, what a pity, no matter how smart the lady is, half of her life will be ruined.

—but they all survived, such a tragic car accident...

& nbsp;

Her immobile legs made all the words she was about to speak turned pale at this moment.