Ji Ran was stunned, she blinked her eyes wide, then closed her eyes and pouted.

She waited nervously for him to kiss her.

"Flutter flutter." The fairy rod burns out, and the night around it gets darker.

Fu Sicheng hooked his lips, he reached out and flicked her forehead, "Go home." ”

Ji Ran opened her eyes, and she stomped her feet on the spot, "Can't you take the initiative to kiss me?!" ”

Don't be so cold, every time she makes her look like a kissing maniac.

Ikezome tosses the burned fairy stick into the trash, puts his hands in his coat pockets, and buries his little face in his scarf.

Fu Sicheng saw her shrink into a ball, he took off his gloves and put them on her hands, Ji Ran looked at him with a smile, "I knew you felt sorry for me." ”

"Self-inflicted." Fu Sicheng replied to her lightly.

"Then I'll be amorous again, Fu Sicheng, carry me!"

Fu Sicheng lazily raised his eyes to look at her.

Chi Ran stomped his feet on the spot, shivering, "My feet are so cold, I can't walk anymore, it's so cold, it's cold, it's cold." ”

Fu Sicheng watched her act.

"Husband, husband, husband...... Carry me! "Ikezome is coquettish.

Fu Sicheng squatted down in front of her, Chi Ran pounced on him, Fu Sicheng's body leaned forward, and he almost fell, Chi Ran kissed Fu Sicheng's side cheek and hugged him tightly, "Thank you, husband~"

Fu Sicheng lifted Chi Ran on his back, leaving a series of his footprints on the snow.

The snow was falling, the snowflakes were scattered, and the hem of Fu Sicheng's coat was blown up by the wind.

"Fu Sicheng, do you think the two of us can go to the end hand in hand?"

Fu Sicheng pursed his lips slightly, his eyes changed slightly, and the expression of his eyes was difficult to read.

"Sure, I'm going to hold you tightly, unless one day, I don't want you anymore!" Ikezome asks and answers himself.

"It won't be that day, though." Chi Ran leaned on Fu Sicheng's shoulder.

The two returned to Bluewater Bay, Fu Sicheng put Chi Ran against the wall, kissed her and tore her clothes, Chi Ran rarely saw him so out of control, and she was attacked by a man before she could think deeply.

Fu Sicheng asked her over and over again: "Who is the person you love the most......

Chi Ran's answer was consistent: "Fu Sicheng." ”-

Fu Sicheng sat up straight and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Smoke curled and there were more and more cigarette butts on the ashtray.

This night, Fu Sicheng only wanted to understand one thing, he didn't want to let go of Chi Ran.

……

Chi Ran still didn't want to eat, so she waited for Fu Sicheng in the form of a hunger strike.

Chi Ran sat on the bed and hugged her knees, Fu Sicheng looked at her condescendingly, and his voice was so cold that there was no temperature: "Do you not hesitate to go on a hunger strike to see Shen Qingchu?" ”

Chi Ran raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes hateful, "Let me out." ”

Mother Tong was holding the plate, and she persuaded hard: "Miss Chi, don't be angry with Mr. Fu, eat first." ”

"Don't eat it." Pond Ran lowered his head and his chin rested on his knees.

Fu Sicheng picked up the gruel on the plate and handed it to Chi Ran, who was indifferent.

Fu Sicheng turned Chi Ran's face expressionlessly, pinched her cheeks and forced her to open her mouth, he pressed the bowl against Chi Ran's lips and poured her drink.

Mother Tong was terrified when she watched from the sidelines, and Mr. Fu couldn't help but pity the jade......

"Hmm......" Chi Ran choked, and she spit out the porridge.

"Poof......" Chi Ran pushed the bowl away, and the gruel was scattered, and Fu Sicheng's hands and sleeves were stained with the porridge.

There was a clang, and it was the sound of the bowl breaking.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Chi Ran hunched over and coughed, coughing and his face flushed.

Mother Tong stepped forward and patted Chi Ran's back to smooth her, Fu Sicheng looked slightly cold and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers, and he ordered: "Mother Tong, go and fill a bowl of gruel again." ”