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The man's voice was low and slow, like the melodious sound of the piano, soothing the girl's wounded heart.

The soft tone of tense emotions gradually became relaxed and stable.

She leaned against the man's chest, breathing steadily, and it didn't take long for her eyelids to close.

Ye Haocang reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes and gently put her down.

Qingyin was already asleep, and the man looked at her soaked dress.

Roll up the hem of her skirt and move it up little by little......

In the steamy bathroom, in the bathtub filled with water, lay a sleeping girl.

She didn't seem to be sleeping well, her pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, two folds were twisted in the center of her eyebrows, and her expression was full of anxiety.

I don't know if she had a nightmare, her long, thick eyelashes fluttered and trembled, and even then she didn't wake up.

So the man had to wrap his iron arm around her to prevent her from slipping into the water and drowning.

Ye Haocang carefully drove away the cold in his body for the light sound, and his palm took the trouble to pick up hot water, and then sprinkled it on the girl's delicate skin, and the cycle continued.

He didn't stop until the girl's skin grew pink.

Picking the girl out, the man pulled the bathrobe and wiped the water on her body.

The girl who had just finished bathing had pink skin like a newborn baby.

There was no distraction in Ye Haocang's eyes, but he was wiping the girl's body very regularly until the bathrobe fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that his hand had been molded towards the softness of the girl's rise.

……

Half past two in the morning is when people sleep most soundly.

Ye Mao Cang moved the office documents to the bedroom, only turned on a night light, and stayed by the bedside.

Every now and then, the man's gaze would take his eyes off the dense paperwork and glance at the girl on the bed.

There was complexity in his eyes, and sometimes he would stare at the girl and see the spirit.

He took out a private document from his file bag, a few thin sheets of paper, and through the light he could see that it was almost covered with words.

Ye Haocang quickly skimmed through this information, and the complexity of his eyes was deeper.

He had read this information several times, but every time he read it, he didn't want to believe this fact.

He knew that Lacey would not deliberately create false information, if the results of the investigation were true.

The girl who is sleeping in his bed now is really not ordinary!

Qingyin had a dream in which she was scolded, hunted down, and several different faces flashed in front of her like a slide.

Xu Weiwei, her best friend who was close to her, had a smiling face and scolded her like a discarded dog!

Gao Yuxing, the gentle brother next door to her, held Xu Weiwei's hand, her gentle face no longer existed, she looked down at her coldly, and there was a disgusted smile on her lips.

Behind the two of them, a person slowly walked out and stood with Gao Yuxing Xu Weiwei.

Qingyin couldn't believe his eyes, it was the night blue!

The man's gaze at her was gloomy and cold, without a trace of warmth, and her posture was so lofty and inviolable.

He held a sharp knife in his hand, and it was dripping with bright red blood.

She only heard the man say one word: Go to hell with your dead mother!

As soon as the words fell, the sharp knife stabbed straight into her heart!

"Ah!!h

Whispering covered her heart and sat up from the bed.

She breathed heavily, as if she had just escaped from the ghost gate, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Nightmare?"

Ye Haocang sat on the edge of the bed and naturally comforted the girl.

Qingyin's eyes were still a little dazed, the nightmare just now was too real, and the knife that the man stabbed at her was merciless!

There's a ruthlessness to kill her.

If not......

If it wasn't for Nan Anjun holding the blade, I'm afraid the knife would have pierced her heart!

The soft voice that gradually calmed down realized that he was leaning on the night cang.

The scene in the dream just now was projected in front of her again, and she didn't know what to do, she pushed the man away violently, and crawled to the farthest place from the man as if she fled.