An Moran has never killed anyone, even the gun was learned by Gong Shaoming when she took her to play shooting games, her shot was really just to protect Lan Rui, but she didn't expect that the angle was not grasped well, so she would accidentally injure him.

That shot was fired by her, and it was true that she wanted to save Lan Rui, no matter how she explained it, Gong Shaoming would not believe that she didn't mean to hurt him.

Instead of facing his cynicism, it is better to continue to misunderstand him.

Thinking like this, An Moran felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she didn't think about hurting him.

Never, but Gong Shaoming won't believe it.

No need to ask, she knew that she had no reason in his heart to believe.

"If you didn't think about killing me, you didn't hesitate to shoot me, An Moran, you treat me as a fool!" Gong Shaoming roared angrily, glaring at An Moran angrily, as if he was going to swallow her alive.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he remembered the scene at that time, his heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

looked at her fixedly, with a hint of banter in the blink, "When it comes to Lan Rui, I'm willing to speak, I haven't been away from my side for a long time, I can't wait to find a man, it seems that I haven't satisfied you......"

Gong Shaoming's words fell, and his cold lips sealed An Moran's mouth that he wanted to dodge.

"Shhhh

An Moran gasped, and subconsciously wanted to deviate from the beginning, avoiding Gong Shaoming.

Gong Shaoming raised his head slowly, and his condensed handsome face evoked a wicked smile, "Where did he touch you?" ”

The casual words conceal the calm before the storm.

“…… We don't have anything to do with each other, he's just my friend. ”

An Moran trembled, instinctively shrank back, and the whole person desperately drilled into the quilt, trying to avoid Gong Shaoming.

Mei's eyes widened as she watched Gong Shaoming walk up to her step by step, struggling to get up, so anxious that tears rolled in her eyes.

As soon as he stood up from the ground, he was hugged by Gong Shaoming, and Wei'an's body was pressed up instantly.

An Moran was completely panicked, "Let go, you get up, I don't want it, don't touch my ......"

"Don't!" Gong Shaoming's voice was as cold as ice, "I will only say don't here, if you change to Lan Rui, will you be full of joy?!" ”

The sarcastic words pierced his heart like a pinprick, and An Mo was full of only resistance, "I didn't, no, I'm just friends with Lan Rui, he just wants to help me, Lan Rui is not as despicable as you!" ”

"Am I despicable? Very well, Anmo Ran, and I'll let you know what it means to be truly mean! ”

“……”

……

By the time everything subsided, I don't know how long it had been.

When An Moran woke up, he found that Gong Shaoming was sleeping tightly with her, so hard that he seemed to embed her into his body.

The gauze of the wound on his arm has been completely stained red with blood, and the blood has congealed on the wound and stained his body, but he still hugs An Mo Ran tightly and will not let go until he dies.

An Moran was imprisoned on his chest, pillowed on his strong chest, his empty eyes open, staring at the luxuriously decorated ceiling in a daze, without even reacting superfluously......

"Awake?"

Gong Shaoming's hoarse voice sounded from above his head.

An Moran didn't say anything, just quietly hugged him in his arms, and when he moved, his body was in pain, and he didn't move at all.

Gong Shaoming caught a glimpse of her indifferent body as ice, her pupils constricted, but she was rarely lifeless.