"Don't move, sleep with me."

Fu Qiran's voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Ruan Jiaojiao instantly made up for Fu Qiran's various cruel methods.

This is not to blame her, in fact, Fu Qiran is described in that novel as a brutal demon king who kills people without blinking.

The novel described Fu Qiran's methods of "dealing with" people he didn't like were meticulous and cruel, which made Ruan Jiaojiao have nightmares for a long time after reading it.

Now the villain in the novel is lying next to her, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air, how can Ruan Jiaojiao not be afraid?

Ruan Jiaojiao's body trembled slightly, and her small hands tightly grasped the clothes on Fu Qiran's chest.

Ruan Jiaojiao listened to Fu Qiran's breathing getting heavier and heavier, faintly mixed with the sound of grinding teeth.

In the darkness, she seemed to be able to see the eyes full of yin owls.

At this moment, fear welled up in her heart, mixed with the fear of leaving her pampered parents and the panic of coming to this world inexplicably, which made Ruan Jiaojiao cry out very unproductively.

Tears quickly soaked Fu Qiran's clothes, and the temperature that seemed to melt him made his body stiff.

Fu Qiran lowered his head, and under the bright moonlight, he saw a face full of tears.

Ruan Jiaojiao closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and she trembled.

That pitiful appearance made Fu Qiran's heart feel like a needle prick.

He lowered his head, his lips imprinted on Ruan Jiaojiao's face, and gently kissed away the tears on her face.

Ruan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, her eyes full of confusion.

Fu Qiran's lips were imprinted on the corners of Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes, and with a hint of pity, the tears in the corners of her eyes were in her mouth.

Ruan Jiaojiao stopped crying, she looked at Fu Qiran in a daze, and she didn't know how to react for a while.

"Don't cry." Fu Qiran lowered his voice, "I won't do anything to you." ”

Fu Qiran mistakenly thought that Ruan Jiaojiao was afraid that he would force her to do something, so she said this.

"Sleep with me for a while, just sleep."

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, and Ruan Jiaojiao's somewhat cute face was reflected in his eyes.

It had been a long time since he had had a good night's sleep, and the physical exhaustion and mental oppression had made him very irritable.

So he smashed a vase just now, but he didn't want to attract Ruan Jiaojiao's attention.

The moment Ruan Jiaojiao stepped into the room, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance that could soothe his spirit.

He didn't want to let go of that fragrance, so he caught Ruan Jiaojiao.

Fu Qiran hugged Ruan Jiaojiao, and his body gradually relaxed.

"Well, don't cry."

His voice grew sleepy.

His big hand gently patted Ruan Jiaojiao's back, and his voice softened a lot.

"Sleep with me for a while, just for a while."

Fu Qiran's voice became lower and lower, until finally, it turned into a soft snoring.

Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Fu Qiran's arms, not daring to move.

She looked at Fu Qiran, who was already asleep, and remembered that he treated herself so gently just now, and suddenly felt that he didn't seem to be so terrible.

Time passed little by little, I don't know how long it took, Ruan Jiaojiao also fell asleep.

The bright moonlight shone on the two of them through the window, a soft and holy light for the two of them.

The shadows cast on the ground blended together, as if they could no longer be separated.