People who like good eyes......

Below the corner, the boy who had not yet left went down the stairs thoughtfully from half a flight of stairs.

And this sentence is like a nightmare of her own creation, which has been with her for many, many years.

In front of the bright vanity mirror, Bu Yanxi put down the towel, propped her hands on the sink, and looked up at herself in the mirror.

In the slightly steamy bathroom, the classical warm light ceiling lamp casts a clear reflection in layers, and there is a momentary memory phantom in her vision.

It has been half a year since the accident in Syria.

The wounds on his body were almost healed, but even during the recuperation period, there was no news from that person, not even a basic polite greeting.

If it weren't for the cold of the time......

She had long since lost all contact with him.

Thinking of Yi Shihan, Bu Yanxi couldn't help frowning slightly, picked up the mobile phone that was casually placed next to the towel, and dialed his number.

At the same time—

The sunlight poured into the room through the curtains on both sides of the window, and in the huge gorgeous room, a tall and handsome figure was slowly buttoning the white shirt next to the bed, and the faint light outlined his outline, Rong Xuanyi, who had just woken up, squinted her eyes lazily, and enjoyed the scenery of the beautiful man dressing for a moment, and then stretched out her delicate hands from the quilt and enchanted around his waist.

"Let it go."

Yi Shihan's tie-tied hand paused, and then his warm voice sounded faintly, without a trace of emotion.

Accustomed to the coldness behind his mask, Rong Xuanyi asked in a coquettish voice, "Where are you going this time?" ”

"What do you want to say?"

He tilted his head slightly, and a pair of deep amber eyes looked at her casually, but the coldness in his eyes was like a thousand years of ice that could pierce human bones, arrogant and contemptuous.

Cold is an adjective that never has a limit.

Like him.

Rong Xuanyi has always been a little afraid of him, but she should be the only one who can see his true appearance.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let go of her boldness, hugged him and said coquettishly, "I'm not reluctant to let you go." ”

At this moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

At a glance, I saw the word [wife] flashing on the caller ID, and in an instant, jealousy and unwillingness devoured Rong Xuanyi, and she pounced on the phone with a hideous expression, wanting to press the call.

The man strode forward and grabbed her hand directly.

"Let go of me! Leaning on the cold! I'm telling you! I'm not going to let you answer this vixen's call! ”

In the hysterical scramble, Rong Xuanyi accidentally knocked down his trousers - a shiny, metallic silver object suddenly slipped down, her eyes were hastily fixed, and she suddenly froze.

Is that...... Gun?

A delicate pistol with a silencer.

There was no need to identify it, Rong Xuanyi subconsciously wanted to question him why he came to see her and still carried a gun with her, and in the next second, the man had already picked it up in one go, and after holding it steadily, he handsomely and quickly pressed the muzzle of the gun against her eyebrows.

The coldness of the muzzle seeped into her skin, and at that moment, she was so frightened that she went into cardiac arrest, and fine sweat broke out on her forehead.

As if not perceiving her fear, the man took the phone with his other hand.

"Hey."

“…… Today? ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the old place."

In just three sentences, his tone was as calm as ever, and even a little imperceptible gentleness.

However, when he hung up the phone and slowly put away the pistol between his lover's eyebrows, the trace of warmth that had just appeared in his eyes had long since disappeared.

"Xuanyi, you have always been very obedient."

He looked condescendingly at the embarrassed woman on the ground, with a little careless coaxing in his tone, obviously a warm and healing voice, but there was a kind of cruelty that didn't care.

"I also hope that you will always be obedient, otherwise, I don't mind sending you back to your original place."

With that, he straightened his tie and turned to leave.

"Bu, Yan, Xi."

Rong Xuanyi gritted her teeth and spit out the name, slamming the floor hard, her eyes glowing with resentment.

The sun was warm, but the place where it should have been kept warm overnight was cold and heavy.

"Sneeze ......"

Bu Yanxi, who pressed the phone, sneezed unconsciously, but sniffed casually, and a trace of confusion appeared in her clear eyes, "Strange, why can't I get through......"