Chapter 445 She doesn’t really want to die, but she doesn’t really want to live either
"Stop messing around." Sang Yu told him seriously, looking at Bo Yunying's sullen face.
"Honey, you seem to have a cold. If you're busy, I'll call Lin Nian to come over."
Bo Yunyi put his arms around her slender waist, turned around slightly, and pressed Sang Yu's back against the wall beside the balcony.
He approached, his voice tinged with danger, "I don't have a cold, I'm hot because of him."
Sang Yu: "...Don't change color."
She couldn't bear Bo Yunying's fiery gaze, so she tilted her head to one side and muttered.
"I'll go find a thermometer to take your temperature. You can focus on your work first. Qiao You hasn't even finished what he was saying just now."
"He's a mature assistant." Bo Yunying placed his lips on her earlobe and murmured softly, "He should be able to handle the work on his own."
"But..." Sang Yu still wanted to struggle, but she couldn't resist the person she loved, and finally succumbed to her feelings.
But she managed to maintain her composure and said, "I have to go see Tangtang later, you...you should take it easy..."
A sound escaped from Bo Yunying's throat, "Yeah."
——
However, she didn’t know if it was Sang Yu’s illusion or something, but she really felt that Bo Yunying’s body was hotter than before. Although it was a bit stimulating when they did it, but... she was really worried!
After finishing twice, Bo Yunying restrained himself, carried Sang Yu back to the room, filled the bathtub with hot water, and put her in.
"You soak for a while first. I'll go check on Tangtang and tell her you need to rest."
Sang Yu nodded weakly. After the door outside was closed, she dragged her broken body into the house to look for the medicine box.
She must measure Bo Yunying's temperature tonight!
Their master bedroom was not particularly large. Sang Yu remembered that there was a medicine box, but she couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't until her hand accidentally moved to a statue in the display cabinet that Sang Yu paused slightly.
She remembered that this was a mechanism, and inside was... the secret room where Bo Yunying had imprisoned her in her previous life.
There are all kinds of props in there, and there must be a medicine box, but does she want to go in?
Sang Yu pursed her lips, hesitated for only three seconds, then reached out and twisted the statue.
Forty-five degrees—the angle set by Bo·Middle School Boy·Yunying.
The hidden door slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a space that Sang Yu had only been dragged into once when Bo Yunying was angry, but a space that Sang Yu was so familiar with in his previous life that it seemed to be engraved in his DNA.
Sang Yu walked slowly closer. In the middle of the bed was a large bed just like the one in the master bedroom. The difference was that there were not very long shackles at the head and foot of the bed, the length just reaching the door of the secret room.
The entire wall to the right of the bed was covered with various props, such as small whips, hemp ropes...
Further to the side, there are bottles of essential oils, lubricants...
——
Sang Yu's face turned red. She followed her memory to find the medicine box. She squatted there and looked for the thermometer. After finally finding it, she accidentally moved the basket next to her when she stood up, and a lot of byt poured out of it.
!
All in the largest size.
Outrageous!
Sang Yu's ears turned red. She tightly grasped the thermometer and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, she ran into Bo Yunying leaning against the door, looking at her quietly.
The man was wearing a dark grey robe. His handsome face had delicate features and his eyes were deep and bright, brighter than the sun.
He slowly curled his lips, his hoarseness hinting at danger, "Xiaoyu, so you like these and sneaked in."
!
Sang Yu took a few steps forward, her face flushed. "Hubby, listen to my excuses... No, listen to my explanation! I..."
Unexpectedly, she walked too fast and tripped over the iron chain at the end of the bed. Sang Yu fell forward and was embraced by Bo Yunying who took two steps forward.
There was a hint of darkness in his deep eyes. "I don't think there's any need to explain."
Sang Yu wanted to cry but had no tears.
She doesn't really want to die now, but she doesn't really want to live either.
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