Yang Jiu's breath stagnated, and his pupils constricted.

Run! Run! This man is a pervert!

The dangerous aura on Yan Kuan's body came straight to her!

Yang Jiu bit him hard, and when he was in pain, he struggled to break free from his grip and ran towards the house.

The light in Yan Kuan's eyes was even brighter.

The tamed cat, will fight back?

Yan Kuan put his hands in his pockets and walked into the house step by step, like a snake, searching for his prey in the dark.

Yang Jiu hid in the dead corner of the living room, curled up with her back against the sofa, she clasped her hands on her chest, trying to stop her trembling body.

The sound of custom leather shoes rubbing the floor sounded lightly or heavily, and every step was like a knock on Yang Jiu's heart.

"Lost lamb, I'll take you home...... Yan Kuan asked while humming a song, "Who made you want to go to the sun, is he?"

The usually low and beautiful voice is now like the murmur of the devil.

Yang Jiu covered his ears.

Outside the house, there was an explosion, and it hit Yang Jiu's heart hard!

It's just thunder, she comforts herself inside.

A flash of lightning flashed, and the room was lit up in an instant!

The footsteps stopped.

Yang Jiu's face turned white, don't, don't find her.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, Yang Jiu's hand loosened, did he leave?

Leaned out quietly to look, and then there was a little light outside the house, and she didn't see anyone.

Yang Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, he shouldn't be there.

"Beauty, what are you looking for?" a deep male voice came overhead.

Yang Jiu looked up, and the peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were staring straight at her. And the man's face is almost against hers!

Yang Jiu wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound. She tried to run, but her limbs seemed to be filled with lead water, and she couldn't move.

That demon's hand caressed Yang Jiu's face, so gently, but she was trembling.

"What a beautiful face. Yan Kuan muttered, "Let me want to see what it looks like when horror fills this face." ”

With that, he licked his lips.

"Come, let's go to hell together. ”

Torrential rain poured down outside, and occasional lightning illuminated the figures of the two people inside.

"I'm sorry ......"

Yang Jiu's pupils gradually dilated, and the figure that appeared in her mind gradually blurred.

I'm sorry, my light.

The next day, early in the morning—

Yang Jiu, who had not slept all night, her messy hair covering her faintly tear-stained face, she walked into the bathroom.

Look at yourself in the mirror like ashes.

Her pupils had no brilliance, only a rich black.

Filling the bathtub with water and putting his body in it, Yang Jiu closed his eyes.

Tired.

She didn't have that much energy to think anymore. Yan Kuan is right, people like her have no right to yearn for the light.

After soaking in the bathroom for a while, she heard a movement outside the door, and the man seemed to be gone.

She got up and went out, and sure enough, there was no one in the room, and a check lay quietly on the bedside table.

Yang Jiu walked over and put the check away with a blank face, after all, this is what she deserves, isn't it?

Yang Jiu took a bath towel to dry his body, and the crew had to shoot today.

Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the mirror, and her pupils, which were as calm as stagnant water, shrank suddenly!