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The night ink in front of him seemed to have changed a person, making Luo Yan unable to parry.

At the bottom of my heart, I am slowly shaking.

She told herself that she should try to believe him.

I just don't know if this belief will come too late.

After all, they're divorced, aren't they?

Luo Yan pushed him away, and she also pushed hard.

"Yemo, I'll tell you ......"

"Hiss......" Yemo gasped.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Yan saw his pale face, and in an instant, a bad premonition surged in his heart.

She looked at him anxiously, and stood there as if she was at a loss, her brows furrowed together, and even she didn't realize how nervous she was now.

Luo Yan's push just now was a push to Yemo's wound, and it did hurt a little, but it wasn't a big deal.

However, Yemo likes to see Luo Yan nervous for himself, as if he is addicted, and he suddenly wants her to be nervous for a while.

"It hurts......" He frowned deeply and bowed his waist slightly.

"Pain? Where does it hurt? Luo Yan hurriedly stepped forward and helped him, "Do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

"It's okay, you can stay with me." After all, he was still acting like a scoundrel, deliberately putting his body close to her, looking down and sniffing the fragrance of the woman's hair.

“……”

Luo Yanhu looked at Yemo suspiciously, he always felt that something was wrong with him, usually he was not thick-skinned and thick-skinned, she stabbed him, can he be silent?

But now......

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Realizing that he might have been deceived, Luo Yan angrily let go of the hand holding him.

Yemo followed her hand and pushed him away, and her body fell backwards, falling directly on the sofa.

His face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The wound cracked, and dark red blood stained his white shirt like a blooming red flower.

Luo Yan's eyes widened, his eyes were surprised, he bit his lip, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Yemo couldn't understand Luo Yan's expression.

Was she scared?

No, it shouldn't be.

After all, she didn't blink her eyes when she stabbed him in the first place, and now, how could she be frightened by seeing him shed so little blood?

This is not Luo Yan's style.

He pursed the corners of his lips and smiled faintly.

"I didn't fool you, I do have a wound on my body, but it's not a big deal, don't worry." Yemo decided not to tease her anymore.

He straightened up, raised a hand, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, which he tossed aside, shirtless.

The red blood and ...... The scar on his left shoulder deeply stimulated Luo Yan's eyes.

In her eyes, there was a hazy mist, which gradually blurred her vision.

I vaguely saw a tall and slender figure, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, with difficulty, dealing with the wounds on his body.

Luo Yan came back to his senses from a trance.

She shuffled as heavy as lead, step by step, in the direction of the night ink.

Yemo focused on dealing with the wounds on his body, and he didn't even notice that Luo Yan approached, until a pair of white and slender hands circled behind him and hugged his waist.

With a shake of his hand, the bottle of potion he was clutching fell to the ground, glass shards shattering all over his feet.

"What? I hugged you and I was scared, are you so timid? Luo Yan whispered.

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