Ruan Jiaojiao had a dream.

In her dream, a pair of deep eyes locked on her.

No matter how she escaped, no matter where she fled to, those eyes stared straight at her, without sorrow or joy, and as if there was a darkness hidden.

She was tired of running and finally stopped.

She looked at those deep eyes, and faintly felt a little familiar.

At this time, some images suddenly flashed through her mind.

When she watched the film "Thin Love, Cold and Less Light Pet", because of the illogical death of the villain Fu Qiran, she once complained two sentences in the comment area.

It probably means that a man as powerful as Fu Qiran was hit by a car and died because of tax evasion, the author is just joking! It's over!

Too powerful to control, and can only be allowed to die for the most absurd reasons. 】

The previous sentence, Ruan Jiaojiao didn't understand.

At that time, the author replied to her complaint in the form of a private message.

[Darkness is born from the past, but it is rooted in the soul of sin.

The author is naturally his own mother, and the reader is reading the story of the male and female protagonists, this villain can't end up with a good end no matter what.

So the best way is to write about him in this way that is almost ridiculous but can't find any flaws.

But in the latter sentence, she understood.

It's nothing more than that this villain character is portrayed too strong and too perfect in the text to be so powerful that the hero and heroine in the book can't solve him through their own ingenuity.

The past that she had hidden seemed to come back to her mind little by little.

Those deep eyes enlarged and enlarged in front of her.

ridiculous, but it will not expose the weakness of the male and female protagonists.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't know why she suddenly thought of this.

She came out of that dream.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

In the pure black pupils, she saw her own appearance.

In the blink of an eye, the world spins.

Fu Qiran slept next to her, his expression was soft, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Jiaojiao moved her body, and the soreness came up again.

An inexplicable ache came up from all over his body.

She looked blankly.

Ruan Jiaojiao endured the soreness and got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

The mirror in the bathroom clearly reflects her current state.

She lowered her head slightly, only to notice that her wrist was flushed.

No, not just on the wrist.

There is no good place on her body.

Every inch seems to have become his land.

Red, a piece of red.

It's not just the collarbone or the neck.

"Jiaojiao."

A familiar voice sounded at the door, full of possession.

Ruan Jiaojiao almost couldn't imagine what she had experienced when she fell asleep last night.

She propped her hands on the sink, bangs half-covering her face.

She didn't finish her words, but Fu Qiran already understood what she meant.

"I didn't really move you."

Ruan Jiaojiao turned her head and looked at him.

"Last night ......"

He explained.

A kiss without any response, without any meaning.

Fu Qiran stood there, his hands hanging down at his sides, and his whole person exuded an indescribable lowness.

"Jiaojiao is asleep, I won't move Jiaojiao."

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and immediately understood what he meant.

It's nothing more than no real movement, just leaving traces of him on her body.

It seems that her fainting last night gave him a lot of stimulation.