Pacing with small steps, her figure was graceful, and she approached him cautiously.

"Don't—don't come here!" He roared again, his voice even more tearing. He even dragged the pillow behind him and threw it at the girl, trying to stop her from getting closer to him.

The girl obviously didn't expect him to smash herself, and she was defenseless for a while, and just hit her body.

It's just a pillow. The girl secretly rejoiced.

A wounded lone wolf, using the most primitive way to hinder the girl from going to his own world, his sad and angry voice, bloodshot eyes, tight and restless brows, his emotions are all exposed in front of the girl without hiding.

His childish actions like a young beast were accepted by the girl with full satisfaction.

Step by step, she took one of the things he threw and then set them aside.

At this moment, she was glad that there were no bottles and cans in this room, mostly some ragdolls. These things can't hurt himself, let alone him.

Seeing that everything that could be thrown had been thrown, but it couldn't stop her from approaching, Scarlet gave up and sat down on the ground decadently, panting roughly, like a wounded little beast.

"It's good to vent." The girl slowly squatted beside Scarlet, just enough to be eye level with him, her voice was soft and delicate, not affected by his bad emotions.

The big watery eyes are like a clear spring, so clear and bright that people are indulgent.

"It's okay." The girl stretched out her slender arm and tentatively hugged Scarlet, her little hand carefully soothing his back, "Good." ”

At first he resisted, and looked at her warily, his eyes looking straight at her neck, which had a red mark on her neck that looked like a birthmark.

Her eyes were fierce and sharp with a wolf's nature, as if she was about to bite the wolf if she got closer.

But the girl didn't seem to be afraid, she got closer and closer.

This warm feeling gradually made Scarlet Luo feel familiar.

The ruthlessness in the eyes gradually relaxed, and the wolf-like eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.

The fragrant body, sticky tone, and soft voice are very similar to the warmth that Luo Mei once coveted when he hugged himself when he was a child.

For a while, Scarlet Luo couldn't tell who the girl in front of her was.

No longer resisting, he hugged the girl back hard, and buried his head deep in her neck. As if the young wolf was currying favor with the she-wolf, he rubbed it, as if as long as he hugged her for this moment, his Meier would never leave him again.

Scarlet Luo's embrace suffocated the girl, sensing the wetness in her neck socket, she resisted the feeling of poor breathing, and her little hands trembled to soothe Scarlet. "It's okay, it's all over." The soft voice carries the suffocation feeling of being strangled.

It was just this small action that made Scarlet Luo suddenly come back to his senses, as if he had been stripped out of the illusion, he violently pushed away the girl next to him and ran out.

"Hiss......" was pushed down defenselessly, and the girl's hand pressed against the broken frame.

"Scarlet ......" the girl read his name in distraction, but she could only watch his back as he left.

After a while, she slowly raised her hand, and when she saw the blood-stained photo clearly, the girl looked flustered.

Ignoring the wounds on his hands, he opened the broken glass indiscriminately. "My picture!" Pull up the hem of her skirt and carefully wipe the blood on it.

The girl wiped the blood, and a teardrop the size of a bean dripped on the photo, blurring the blood.

If Scarlet had just been a little sober, he would have noticed that the boy in this photo was fifteen or sixteen years old.