Outside the window, thick dark clouds were thick, and I don't know when the raindrops had begun to fall.

After a while, it gradually became a heavy rain, slanting wind and rain, thunder roaring, in such a quiet dark night, it seemed even more strange.

Ruan Mianmian leaned against the corner of the wall, heard the sound by the door, and couldn't help but shrink back.

She didn't look up, she didn't speak, but the crying gradually drowned out, and only the sound of pouring rain outside the window remained.

Cen Han stood in place, his back a little rickety.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes as if they were covered with a layer of dust, and he couldn't see it really.

He stepped forward.

Ruan Mianmian shouted like a frightened bird: "Don't come here!"

Cen Han's footsteps froze in place for a moment.

At this moment, her little face was slightly raised, and the defensiveness and vigilance in her eyes became more and more intense.

And all these emotions are stinging Cen Han's heart.

It was dense, like a pinhole, making his whole heart throb.

Cen Han froze in place, he looked at Ruan Mianmian and sighed quietly.

He asked, "Why don't you smile at me? Am I not good to you?"

Ever since he had captured Ruan Mianmian, his eyes had been looking at the look on her face all the time.

He wanted to capture the smiling face of that afternoon again.

As bright and bright as that day, like a sunflower blooming in the field, full of high vitality and blazing heat.

Ruan Mianmian didn't understand the meaning of his words, she turned her face away and said coldly:

"If you were in my situation today, imprisoned here, would you be able to laugh?"

Cen Han didn't speak.

He stared at Ruan Mianmian's eyes, revealing such an unbelievable face for the first time.

He said, "I did not imprison you. ”

Ruan Mianmian sneered and looked up at him.

"So what is this? It's not called captivity, but what is it?"

Cen Han took two steps forward and explained, "I said, I want you to accompany me to a banquet tomorrow night." ”

"When you're done, you're going to let me go?"

Ruan Mianmian stared at Cen Han tightly with a pair of dark eyes, and some kind of expectation bloomed in her eyes.

Cen Han was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll let you go. ”

Hearing this, she wanted the answer.

But Ruan Mianmian's heart was still at a loss.

Because she couldn't fully believe Cen Han, but if he said so, she would just look forward to it.

Ruan Mianmian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then slowly stood up from the corner.

She lowered her head, didn't look at Cen Han next to her, and said quietly: "Then you go out, I want to rest." ”

"Good. ”

Cen Han responded, but his body didn't move.

Ruan Mianmian raised her eyes to glance at him, her eyes were cold and cold, at this time, she couldn't even pretend to be friendly.

She was tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

"You're not leaving?"

Cen Han silently stretched out his hand and replied in a low voice, "You give me something." ”

Ruan Mianmian subconsciously raised her hand and touched her trouser pocket, she looked at Cen Han's eyes and slowly shook her head.

No way.

Cen Han clenched his fists, his face was a little displeased, and he said coldly: "I said so much, why do you still refuse to believe me?"

After speaking, Cen Han took another step closer to Ruan Mianmian, raised his hand and repeated: "Give me the knife!"

Ruan Mianmian refused to back down at all, she tilted her chin back, and her voice was cold, like an emotionless doll.

She said, "Cen Han, why should I believe you?"

She is indeed timid, and she is also helpless in the face of people like Cen Han, but this does not mean that she can only sit and wait for death.

This dinner knife is the only weapon she has to protect herself.

She didn't believe Cen Han, even if he behaved so amiable and treated her with tenderness, she just didn't dare to believe him.

At such a time, how could he give his life to such a person?

So she can only choose to believe in herself.

Cen Han's fingertips trembled slightly, his knuckles had already become so hard that they began to turn white, and he was trying his best to endure it.

His eyes were dark and cold, as dangerous as a monster lurking in the night.

Ruan Mianmian took the dinner knife out of his trouser pocket and clutched it tightly in his hand.

She said lightly: "Cen Han, I can't beat you, but if you force me, I will keep this knife to myself." ”

The meaning of the words, Ruan Mianmian has already expressed it very clearly.

Cen Han naturally understood what she was talking about.

He furrowed his brow, his eyes full of incomprehension.

"Why are you doing this? I won't hurt you, why are you so defensive? Why don't you believe me?"

Speaking of which, Cen Han's eyes became more and more stubborn, and he approached Ruan Mianmian.

Lip sync non-stop.

"Here, no one is going to hurt you, and I'm not going to allow anyone to hurt you, you can trust me, really. ”

Cen Han's eyes became sincere and sincere, as if he was swearing in front of a holy church.

Ruan Mianmian didn't know why Cen Han would treat her like this.

But in her heart, she actually tends to believe in him.

It was this silent gap that Cen Han's body moved, and he rushed directly to Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian subconsciously raised the dinner knife, but was intercepted by Cen Han before he thought about it.

Ruan Mianmian blinked, and she felt some warm liquid splash on her face.

Suddenly, she saw Ichiyuki's bloody hand, now clutching her dinner knife.

Cen Han directly held the blade with his hand!

The sharp knife slashed his entire palm, dripping with blood, and even dripped onto Ruan Mianmian's hand.

She hastily let go of her hand and stepped back until her back hit the wall behind her again.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her whole eyes widened, and she was instantly filled with tears.

"You madman!"

Ruan Mianmian looked at Cen Han's bloody hand, and suddenly his legs were weak with fright.

But Cen Han didn't seem to feel it, and let go of his palm with a wooden face.

"Boom!", and the knife fell to the ground, making it more and more clear and abrupt on a night like this.

It was as if it had smashed into Ruan Mianmian's heart.

She couldn't take it anymore and sat down on the ground.

With her hands on her head and her head buried low, she didn't want to see the scene in front of her again, and she didn't want to see it more.

Cen Han let the blood on his hands flow, and he moved to Ruan Mianmian step by step.

Then he crouched down and pulled a small, delicate handkerchief out of his pocket.

He used his intact palm to hook Ruan Mianmian's chin, and wiped the blood and tears on her face with tenderness in his eyes.

He was like a painless wooden man, numb and mechanical, making movements in his hands.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of me. ”

Cen Han's thin lips opened slightly, and his lips trembled slightly.

His eyes were full of a certain stubbornness and gloom, but his tone was full of caution.

His movements were gentle and gentle, as if he were holding a precious gift, full of reverence.

"Don't cry. ”

Cen Han used his intact left hand to clumsily wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt in your hands, but if you cry, it hurts here. ”

He pointed to his left chest.