Mo Nanjue did not let go, his movements were very light, and the ointment that slid through his fingertips was also very even, and the cold feeling penetrated into his skin, and Tong Ran couldn't help but snort softly.

The man began to knowingly ask, "Is it comfortable?"

“……”

Tong Ran knew that he couldn't spit out good words in his mouth, so he simply bit his lip and didn't speak.

Mo Nanjue carefully painted all the scars on her back, he leaned down and pressed it to her ear, "Didn't you say that biting your lip hurts?"

His slender fingers brushed over her white lips.

Tong Ran hurriedly pursed his lips, "It's okay." ”

"Is that more than biting me?"

"......" she didn't answer.

Monan Jue withdrew his hand, and he rolled over and lay down next to her, so close that they could clearly hear each other's stumbling breathing.

This rare silence spread between the two, in fact, there are a lot of things to say, and there are more things to ask, Mo Nanjue knows that Tong Ran can't let go of it in his heart, she saw him shoot with her own eyes, and the bullet of that shot did shoot into Luo Tingsong's chest, which is an indisputable fact.

But no one spoke, and both of them had their eyes open, and they didn't know where they were cast.

The tip of the man's tongue touched the corners of his mouth, as if he could still taste the fishy sweetness of the three slaps he slapped by her in the hospital that night, when had he ever been slapped in the face like this?

In this world, only the woman next to him has the courage, she can beat him unscrupulously, because he can't fight back, and he doesn't dare to stop her.

Monan Jue closed his eyes slightly.

Tong Ran felt the breathing sound of the man next to her gradually calming down, she turned her head sideways, and saw that he had closed his eyes and his side face was quiet, as if he had fallen asleep.

There was sorrow in her eyes, and the things in her heart were like big stones, beating her heart all the time, Tong Ran looked at his sleeping face with wide eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate deep into his heart.

She reached out her hand, her gentle fingertips running down the center of his eyebrows, sliding over the corners of her eyes, the bridge of her nose high, and her thin lips......

She depicted inch by inch, pausing every time she slipped through, Tong Ran's eyes locked on his entire handsome face, and the feelings at the bottom of his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Time passed minute by minute, the man didn't move, obviously asleep, Tong Ran withdrew his hand and lightly propped up his body, walked into the fitting room after bypassing the big bed, took a shawl dress and changed it on.

She glanced over, even the fitting room had not changed, her clothes were all there, and many of them were new winter styles, obviously newly delivered.

Tong Ran's eyes were sour, she retracted her gaze, tied the shawl, walked out of the fitting room and walked directly towards the door of the master bedroom, before her hand held the doorknob, her wrist was buckled, "Where to go?"

She was stunned, and then raised her gaze to meet the man's gloomy eyes, "You...... You're not asleep?"

"Sneak away while I'm asleep?"

“……”

Tong Ran withdrew his hand and turned his face away, "I'll go downstairs to eat." ”

"You don't have a key to go back to the apartment. ”

"I can find the property to get it. ”

The man's eyes sank.

“……”

Now that the quilt has come out, Tong Ran simply did not hide it, "I want to go back." ”

"No, I can't. ”

"Why can't you?"

"If I say no, I can't," Mo Nanjue's tall figure blocked her, "I won't let you go, can you get out of the door of the Imperial Dragon Garden?"

She raised her little face and glared at him, "You said I was free. ”

The man directly played the scoundrel, "I like to say whatever I want, anyway, I can take it back at any time." ”