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Chapter 14

Because of the soreness in her waist, Yan Ran seemed to wake up a little bit, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and under the dim light, her eyes locked on the man.

The movie was still playing on the TV, and it was at the climax, with weird and eerie music playing. The female ghost with disheveled hair was wearing a white dress, her body was rotten, as if she could break through the TV screen and come in front of her.

Yan Ran's face turned pale little by little, she pursed her lips silently, and unconsciously hid behind, looking like she was about to cry.

Through the dry hair, the female ghost's cloudy eyes full of resentment and viciousness seemed to meet her.

Fu Ji stood still, one hand was still wiping his face mechanically, but the other hand——

Lowering his head, in the light and shadow projected by the TV, he saw the hand holding him tightly.

Soft, sticky, sweaty palms.

All the emotions that were tumbling like a tsunami were punctured at once, and the mind went blank.

He kept his head down, like a sculpture that had been preserved for a long time, unable to turn a single bit, what was in front of his eyes and ears became nothingness, only the gentle and soft touch of the palm of his hand was infinitely distinct, his jaw was tense , the fundus of the eyes was dim, and the dissipated fragrance that had disappeared before drifted across the tip of the nose like a breeze, lingering all the time, refusing to leave.

During each exhalation, the breath drilled into the brain through the nasal cavity and the tip of the tongue, entangled the nerves, made it sticky, and produced intermittent peak stimulation.

Fu Ji clenched his soft palate, breathing a little.

The rhythm of chest breathing had been broken long ago, suddenly, like a low roar of a wild animal sending out a danger signal.

In such a short period of time, Yan Ran stood up, almost clung to his body, covered his ears with his hands, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

However, it was of no use, and a terrifying and eerie voice came in through his fingers.

Just when she was about to get closer, Fu Ji finally couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled the person on him away with such a big movement that he almost pushed him down.

Fu Ji's tone was cold: "Yan Ran, you..."

Yan Ran, who was pushed back two steps, suddenly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with tears were extraordinarily clear, as crystal clear as dewdrops, and the words that came to her mouth were blocked in her throat, leaving only surprise.

Yan Ran's hands and feet were weak, he didn't know if it was because of being scared or something, his face was as pale as paper.

Fu Ji vaguely sensed that he might be broken.

Fu Ji looked down at her, his pale and sickly face, his light-colored pupils were filled with mist, it was fear, bewilderment, and uneasiness.

"ghost……"

"ghost……"

The hoarse and shallow voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of fear.

It turns out that Yan Ran also has times of fear?
There was a surge of excitement in his heart, and the scarlet light in his eyes was deep and terrifying.

Fu Ji pulled Yan Ran onto the sofa and made Yan Ran face the TV. This drunken person was like a child. She closed her eyes in fear, but her ears could still hear. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands However, he was clamped firmly by the man, unable to move.

The man who was so indifferent and ruthless just now coaxed softly, gently and abnormally: "Don't be afraid, open your eyes, okay?"

Yan Ran was unwilling, so the man kept coaxing him in his ear, very patiently.

Maybe it was because the man's voice was too gentle, Yan Ran was coaxed to open a narrow gap, the grimace on the TV was enlarged, the bloody eyes, the rotten and terrifying face, and the horrific music tensed into a line!

"what--"

This time, Yan Ran was really frightened and cried, the tears suffocated in her eyes flowed down, the cry was not loud, just a weak sip.

Drops of tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls, and splashed on the clothes, splashing small splashes of water.

Fu Ji held her face in his hands, and brought the tear-stained face into his eyes.

Fu Ji saw fear, bewilderment, and collapse on her usual slack and noble face...

Seeing her pursing her mouth sadly, the full and rotten pleasure in his heart was about to explode, making his desire swell even more greedily.

He smiled, and his handsome face was distorted: "Is it just that scared? Is it because I have done too many bad things, and I am afraid that ghosts will come to collect debts?"

His voice was deep and tinged with a morbid smile.

Yan Ran couldn't answer him, she was so weak at this moment.

Fu Ji could strangle her to death with one hand.

But he didn't want to do that, such an easy death was too easy for Yan Ran.

He stared at the tear, then lowered his head, sucking the tear that was about to fall dry.

A bit bitter.

As if it wasn't enough, Fu Ji took her cheek and took a bite. Hearing her weeping sound that she was scared but didn't dare to resist, the pleasure of revenge seemed to make nausea no longer disgusting.

He stared at Yan Ran, whose eyes were flushed red, his adrenaline was so high that his body trembled with excitement, and his eardrums felt as if they were about to be slammed by the beating of his heart.

She looked much better when she was crying, Fu Ji thought.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 85%!]

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When Yan Ran woke up, she had a severe headache, and after a while, she got up.

Subconsciously lowering his head, he was relieved to see that the clothes were just a little messy.

The room was empty, Yan Ran went to the bathroom to take a simple shower, she glanced at the time, she was already late anyway, so she was not in a hurry.

When he went downstairs, Fu Ji was sitting on the carpet drawing.

Yan Ran raised his eyebrows, and quietly walked over to have a look.

This is incredible.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't understand what was painted.

Fu Ji's slender fingers were stained with oil paint, one piece was red and the other was white, but the white sweater was clean.

After finishing the painting, he raised his head, as if he only discovered Yan Ran.

With that dull and handsome face on his face, he asked, "What do you think?"

Yan Ran looked at it seriously for a long time, "Not bad."

Maybe I felt that only two words were too perfunctory, so I praised it again.

"Ducks are cute."

"Duck?" Fu Ji lowered his head and took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "I drew a swan."

Yan Ran: "..."

Sorry, I really didn't see it.

The people behind seemed to feel embarrassed and fell silent. The paint on their fingers could not be wiped clean. Fu Ji threw down the crumpled paper, stood up, turned his head sideways, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "Didn't you eat breakfast? I'll give you Save a little."

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Ran's reaction, he went to the kitchen.

Yan Ran stared at the yellow and green porridge in front of him, and fell silent.

Fu Ji was sitting opposite her, with his hands crossed, his eyes a little bright, and he seemed quite looking forward to it.

After a long time, Yan Ran plucked up her courage and took a bite. Her eating movements were as precise and elegant as a textbook, she chewed and swallowed slowly without changing her face.

Fu Ji's tone was a little anxious: "How is it?"

Yan Ran raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes were clear, as if he had seen through his layers of camouflage, peeking into the deepest malice and viciousness.

(End of this chapter)