The silvery dawn gradually turned brown, and the morning glow reflected on the window sticks.

He got her.

Fan Xian lowered his head, and his warm lips pressed against Wen Xien's forehead.

……

Pretty and delicate people sleep in bed.

Groggy and drenched in cold sweat, it seems that he has fallen into an endless nightmare.

The man's hideous face and scarlet eyes, dominated by desire, were rudely reproduced into the dream one by one.

Wen Xien woke up suddenly, his fingertips digging into his palm, and dark red blood oozed from his fingernails.

A broken hoarse sound welled up in her throat.

stumbled out of bed, but his legs were weak and he knelt down.

The sharp pain of being folded around his waist swept through his body.

She curled up tightly, clutching her hair helplessly and confusedly, refusing to let go until a tingling pain came from her scalp.

The breath in slowly became larger, and she nervously clutched the carpet on the ground, her pretty eyes silent and empty.

At this point, the breeze pierced through the window screens, squeezed into the room, and swept across her exposed skin.

The warm sun covered the cold box.

In the silence of the room, there was a sudden 'click', which was exceptionally clear.

The door opens—

Fan Xian's face was cold.

The windows in the bedroom were open, and the wind-blown white curtains were slowly stirring.

The bed in the center was empty, with only a few noticeable folds to indicate that someone had been lying down not long ago.

Fan Xian lowered his eyes, his face expressionless.

The moment he turned to go out, he suddenly became keenly aware of the extremely subtle movement in the closet.

Fan Xian pursed his lips, his eyes were dark, and there was no trace of light.

He took a step.

Sounds come from far and near.

The wardrobe door shook suddenly, and such an almost invisible tremor was magnified countless times in Fan Xian's eyes.

The people in the closet seemed to be terrified to the extreme, and turned into violent tremors as the footsteps got closer and closer.

Fan Xian paused.

I pulled the cabinet door open.

Winsey huddled in the corner of the closet, his hands clasped tightly on his knees, his head buried between his legs.

This is an extremely insecure gesture. Isolate all precautions against danger.

Hide?

Where can you hide?

The fingers hanging by his side slowly pinched up, and the green tendons on the back of his hand clearly flare.

He took a step forward.

Wen Xien trembled even more, and the horror and fear were almost carved into the bone marrow.

"No...... Don't come over ......."

Fan Xian crouched down and was level with Wen Xien.

He stretched out his hand to touch Wen Xien, who subconsciously shrank back.

The hand that stayed in mid-air paused slightly, as if he was restraining something.

At the moment when his hand was about to touch, Wen Xien suddenly let out a tearing cry.

Fan Xian restrained himself from his movements, clenched his palms in the void air, and the extreme pain that flowed almost broke free from his eyes and turned into substance.

There was a long silence.

The man suddenly fell to his knees and landed on his knees.

This arrogant, noble, and extremely self-respecting man has completely admitted defeat for the only time.

A girl who has nothing to do with him.

With a suffocating pain rolling in his heart, the man bent over and knelt in this pious and humble gesture.

Like a fanatical believer confessing to his gods the wrongs he had made, praying for the greatest forgiveness.

Originally, he just wanted to boil the frog in warm water, he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to force Wen Xien, but he knew that if he didn't force it, they would have no future at all.

Reason thinks it shouldn't be like this, but selfishness is also happy because of this, even if he was very angry yesterday, but he didn't lose control to the point where he couldn't control himself.

So there is also half of the boat pushing down the river.

After a long wait, his legs were already a little sore.

And his high god was finally willing to give him a look.

The man looked up humbly, obsessively.

The eyes of the gods were precipitated with almost despair and overflowing with gloomy fear.

In that scattered sight, fear melted into substance.

In an instant, Fan Xian's breathing was completely deprived of this cognition, and the suffocation of the throat made him finally unable to restrain his tears.

But whether these tears are remorse or something, no one knows.

Reaching out like crazy, he hugged Wen Xien tightly.

"Eun...... I love you. ”

"Don't be afraid of me."

"Eun is not angry, not angry."

But the body in his arms was still trembling, and he couldn't stop trembling.

The man hugged her, and the dark light in his eyes deepened and deepened.

……

Fan Xian...... I hate you to death. A soft tone came from the man's arms.

But the content revealed between the words made people shudder.

Fan Xian kept tightening Wen Xien's waist, and his eyeballs climbed scarlet bloodshot, hideous and vicious.

That's great, at least you won't forget me.

Summer has just arrived.

Wein's four days have not been home, which is unusual.

Although Wen Xien was occasionally away from home, he never spent so many days outside.

Shen Yue thought it was nothing a day or two ago, but he was a little irritable, but on the fourth day, Shen Yue finally couldn't hold his breath.

Shen Yue frowned irritably, inexplicably flustered, he lowered his face and asked people to check Wen Xien's geographical location.

But to Shen Yue's surprise, he couldn't find out where Wen Xi'en was now.

This result made the uneasiness in Shen Yue's heart ferment to the extreme, and he wanted to find it in person.

After stepping out of the door of Liang's house, Shen Yue saw Liang Yujin and He Runcheng.

However, he only looked at it for a second, and then hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

However, Liang Yujin saw Shen Yue and shouted, "Shen Yue, what happened?" It looks like it's in a hurry. ”

Shen Yue couldn't bear to be anxious, he pursed his thin lips tightly, ignored her completely, and left, as if she was like air.

Liang Yujin's face turned white and red, she felt that Shen Yue looked down on her, since she was with He Runcheng, Shen Yue had always been lukewarm to her, and now she was even more irrational.

Liang Yujin, who has been praised recently, was dissatisfied, but she didn't show it, just lowered her eyelashes gloomily and fragilely, and approached He Runcheng tightly.

He Runcheng glanced at her casually, his handsome face slightly cold.

(End of chapter)