"How do you know her?"

Zhu Chaoran's body leaned against the pillar outside the door, and he saw this thin little boy come out for a long time.

"I don't know. ”

Helian said lightly, he really didn't know him, how to explain it.

Zhu Chaoran's eyes were a little fierce, and he reached out and grabbed the boy's hair.

The knuckles were slightly white, tugging at the golden hair.

He has a lot of strength, after all, he is the leader of the N Academy.

Seeing that he was under the "education" again, the passing blood clan immediately evacuated quickly.

"You must not lie to me. ”

A few gnashing syllables crept out between his teeth.

He pulled the boy in front of him with all his might, and pulled it in front of his eyes.

Actually, he wasn't there to bully him.

I just want Helian's unfocused, ethereal eyes to look at him.

"The subordinates don't dare. ”

"Let's go down. It's none of your business here. ”

Zhu Chaoran sighed, and his slender fingers slightly let go of the silky golden hair.

He silently looked at the hair between his fingers, and then looked up at the lonely figure drifting away along the sunset...

Let go of your hand, and a few strands of hair will be wrapped around your fingertips.

It's really... Tough as silk.

"What did I say—" Qi Jinying moved his pinned shoulder.

She felt that if she were anyone, she might not be able to resist the charm of the guy in front of her.

"Why, you seduced me with an egg tart?" his breath swept through the air.

And his voice was soft and sweet.

Who knew that an egg tart could seduce the chief.

Oh, it's not an egg tart, it's an egg pie.

If 8 yuan can seduce someone, if it costs 4 yuan...

Oh no, it's 2 bucks and it's in hand.

It can be seen that this leader, Lord Masa, is a real dish.

After picking up a big bargain, Qi Jinying pursed his lips with a polite smile on his face.

"Why do you want to eat tarts, sir?"

Fan Jiuyan's lips paused at her earlobe.

Then he thought for a moment, and leaned in front of hers, staring at her light brown eyes.

"I probably want to live. He said seriously.

"Then you... Why did you bring me an egg tart?"

Hearing him ask, Qi Jinying smiled and bowed his head.

In her eyes, there seemed to be a star shining.

I want you to die.

She didn't say anything.

Instead, he used his lips that did not respond, and took the initiative to kiss the uncurled but gentle messy lips.

However, it is a bit of a pity that this guy did not return with more heat.

He just remained slightly stunned, and then accepted... Let her kiss it enough.

No response, huh...

Qi Jinying frowned slightly, she still closed her eyes to taste the cold softness.

There is also a hint of wisps of egg yolk pie, and in the end, it doesn't melt to the tip of your tongue.

That's right, to solve the number one person of Fan Jiuyan, there is no way to let him fall in a pool of blood with his dying breath, that is a bit too cruel.

On the contrary, leave no traces.

Then it is necessary to capture his heart and peel it open.

Seeing the deepest and most tender places in my heart, what weakness is hidden, and...

Play with this weakness in the palm of your hand, and then use it to blackmail him, play with him, and get rid of him when the time comes...

As soon as his body was light, he didn't expect to be hooked in his arms by the long arms of this thin teenager.

Qi Jinying immediately raised his head, his eyes focused on the scorching sea.

"You—" she didn't continue.

Say too much, make too many mistakes, and take the wrong steps.

The slight smile thickened, and a small arc hung on his lips.

She hesitated for a moment, and even learned the same smile.

Because it has to be said that the strong arms under the waist are strongly attached to her spine.

And she could faintly hear the heartbeat coming from her thick chest...

Feeling the touch of his chest, Fan Jiuyan lowered his head, his dark blue hair hanging down, and looked at the small hand placed on his heart.

"I want to hear your heartbeat. ”

Fan Jiuyan carried her into his room.

Although it is not much smaller than the hall, in addition to the nightmares of the day, there is only myself licking my wounds alone.

For the first time, he and this room actually stretched out their arms to her.

Gently put her on the bed, Fan Jiuyan's inky blue eyes flashed with an incomprehensible light and shadow.

"My lord, can you give me three days? I really want to be your dependent. ”

Qi Jinying lay quietly on the silk quilt, she was still persistent.

"Good. He smiled and agreed.

But when the girl's arms wrapped around their necks.

He paused, rubbing his cheek against his empty wrist, which no longer had a bracelet.

"I'm usually busy," he whispered.

"That's what I'm going to do to spend with adults,"

She immediately opened her lips, resting her chin lightly on the top of his head, her arms tightening a little tighter.

"And... Nine words. ”

Fan Jiuyan closed his eyes slightly, he sat on the edge of the bed, his slender leg resting on the other, and the light in the room was dim and poor.

The loops on his boots, the sleek white coat, and the buttons of his black shirt all caught up in the vibe and then hidden...

Fingers slid down to his open neckline, touching the bulging delicate collarbone, as if there were faintly refined lines in...

The wrist was slightly gripped, and it was gently grabbed, and the knee of the prayer gold sank.

He was already lying down, the back of his white hand resting on his eyes.

"Let me lie down for a while. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his tone was full of tiredness, "It'll be fine in a while." ”

“... Good. She replied.

The light that gradually darkened and sank made the faintly red veins of his exposed wrist so red.

It's like lighting a red lamp in this airtight space.

"Much hope, no nightmares. ”

He seemed to be talking to himself, but he still let Qi Jinying hear it word for word.

"No, it won't. "Her warm palm caressed the broken hair on his forehead, comforting.

He didn't have the breath of killing at the moment, no blood, no cruelty, but... It's harder to deal with.

Fan Jiuyan's breathing was even, and he was thinking that he might need someone to accompany him.

Like this, I can put my head on her lap and take care of myself as a child...

But the dreams came one after another, and they came closer.

That, that young man, his long silver hair broke through the mottled mist.

The bony one is holding a silver gun, his face is wearing a silver mask, and his dark green eyes are cold and difficult to fathom...

The corpses he had shot were scattered everywhere like garbage.

They bared their fangs, and their deaths were brutal... Others are dying...

Blood trickled down his chest, and he reached out and tried to scratch...

"Save us, Chief..."

"I... Don't want to die... Lord Jiuyan..."

"Save..."

A bullet, a drawn arc and a shredded cigarette, brought a piercing sound, and staged the most beautiful aria for the red viscous blood in the ground...