Chapter 4 Still Running?

When I came to my senses again, there was a deep silence outside the window.

Jiang Nuan opened his eyes, and a dazzling light came into view.

She squinted her eyes, and it took her moment to realize that this was the hospital.

She was lying on the hospital bed, her face cold and pale.

She had a terrible headache, she was drowsy, and just as she wanted to sit up, she heard a somewhat familiar voice in her ear.

"Awake?"

Jiang Nuan's thinking was short-circuited in an instant.

Like a machine that has been pressed the pause button, she turned her head sluggishly, looked in the direction from which the sound came, and met a pair of ghostly eyes in shock.

couldn't describe Jiang Nuan's expression at this moment, she stared at the figure, her mind was blank.

How could he be here?!

On the only single couch in the room sat a man who was almost black and white, black from head to toe, except for his white skin.

Jiang Nuan can't describe his appearance, because every place on his body perfectly illustrates human cognition of the word "beauty".

I can't tell where it's beautiful, but it seems to look good everywhere.

A deadly perfection.

He sat across from her and watched her quietly, calm without a trace of fluctuation.

Jiang Nuan was shocked not only by his beauty, but also by the fact that this man was the object of her forcible "touching" just now.

He was her first man.

Saved her again.

The man's dark eyes stared at Jiang Nuan, motionless, and under the warm light, the gloom made people palpitate.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, and the air is dead.

Long.

The man got up from the couch.

When he sits, it only makes people feel exquisite, but the moment he stands up, the noble dark aura is exposed, with a perverse coldness.

The same perfect height brought out the dark and bloody aura of the blank color ward.

Jiang Nuan's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

She subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover her face, revealing only a pair of overly frightened eyes outside.

The man walked over to the bed, leaned down, and pressed his delicate face down.

Slender fingers pinched her chin, lips could touch her eyes as soon as they moved, and her voice was a little bewitching, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Jiang Nuan barely pulled out of that soul-shocking beauty, and whispered, "...... It doesn't hurt anymore. ”

The warm palm touched her cheek, and after making sure that the temperature was back to normal, it slowly slid down and landed on her lips, rubbing gently.

"You slept with me," he said in a calm tone, burying his face in the socket of her neck and sniffing her hair, "and took my belt." ”

Jiang Nuan's pale cheeks flushed and bit his lip.

It was indeed she who was desperate and got entangled first.

The scene of her wrapping her legs around the man's waist, raising her hand to tear his clothes, and kissing his lips indiscriminately came to mind.

In the end, she took his belt and fled......

It's just daring.

In the face of the other party's questioning, she finally became angry, and her voice became quieter, "...... I'm sorry. ”

The color of the man's dark eyes darkened in an instant, revealing a dangerous brightness, and Jiang Nuan's hairs stood on end.

Without waiting for her to speak, he lifted the quilt and began to pull her skirt.

Jiang Nuan was frightened, holding down her skirt with both hands, and glared at those beautiful black eyes, "I'm already homeless, only this skirt is left, can you let me go?" ”