As soon as Bo Huan's words fell, Mu Hanshen suddenly staggered forward a few steps and slowly approached.

Bo Huan had a wound on his leg, and he couldn't dodge for a while, trapped between Mu Hanshen's chest and the wall.

"Care about me?!" Mu Han lowered his head, and the smell of strong alcohol sprayed on Bo Huan's face as he spoke, piping hot.

"Huh?!"

Not just him, but anyone she couldn't help but glance in.

Bo Huan had never been able to stand alcohol, so he tilted his face in disgust and fanned off the smell of wine with his hand: "Mr. Mu, you are drunk!" ”

Seeing Bo Huan's movements, Mu Hanshen frowned, grabbed her hand, pulled the person into his arms, and his eyes were confused: "What are you shaking?!" ”

Bo Huan's eyes widened and struggled: "Mr. Mu, you let go of me first." ”

He's going drunk!

"Care about me, huh!" Mu Hanshen moved a little closer to Bo Huan, bowed his head slightly, his dark eyes became a little hot, and he couldn't tell what emotion was, "Do you know who I am?" Don't die! ”

Bo Huan was stunned, looked Mu Hanshen up and down, and thought that he was injured again and his memory had degraded again.

"Mu Hanshen, are you okay?" Bo Huan swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Is there something uncomfortable?" Do I need to call a doctor? ”

Mu Han stared at Bo Huan's lips that opened and closed, his eyes gradually darkened, and there was a trace of throbbing in his breathing.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand, and his calloused fingertips gently slid across Bo Huan's face, especially those eyes, and said in a daze: "I don't deserve anyone to be nice to me, understand?" ”

Bo Huan was stunned for a moment, what was he talking about, and why was his tone so sentimental?

"Bo Huan, we must have met, haven't we?" Mu Hanshen lowered her head, swaying, her lips almost touched Bo Huan's face, and the girl shrank back a little in fright.

Otherwise, how could he enjoy being with her so much?

Now holding her, he is not so uncomfortable!

"No, no!" Bo Huan glared at him hard, bullying her that her legs hurt and she couldn't run now, "It's all said, you're drunk and brainy, and you're hallucinating." ”

Mu Hanshen didn't believe it, and grabbed Bo Huan's hand a little harder, "That's the previous life!" ”

Last life?

Bo Huan was stunned, his heart beating wildly: "Does Mr. Namu know me?" ”

If you know, you will save her!

Mu Hanshen shook his head decisively.

Bo Huan was a little disappointed, he was really drunk!

She wished it was him!

Smelling the smell of wine on Mu Hanshen's body, Bo Huan was so disgusted that he struggled and lost his patience, and said unhappily: "Mu Hanshen, you let go of me first." ”

Mu Hanshen just stared at Bo Huan's face, unmoved, drunk: "You're like her, you want me to die, right?" ”

Hearing Mu Hanshen's words, Bo Huan forgot to struggle.

Who is she?

Who wants him dead?

Bo Huan was slightly stunned, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Mu Hanshen staring at her with a hurt face, and her dark eyes were dyed with a hint of scarlet.

For some reason, Bo Huan was shocked by the loss in his eyes: "I didn't want you to die......"

Bo Huan tried to push him away.

But the harder she pushed, the tighter Mu Hanshen grabbed her.

"You don't!" Mu Hanshen's eyes suddenly brightened, and he suddenly hooked his lips, "You don't hate me, you don't want me to die, right?" ”

Bo Huan couldn't cry or laugh, "I have no grudge against you, why do I want you to die?" ”

But if she was a little less venomous, she could do it without hating him.

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