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Chapter 268 Beauty is innocent in nature, but sin is the human heart (27)

The sad thing is that she can't speak at all.

Lu Jinan twisted Yan Ran's silence into another meaning.

He has a habit of bullying people.

"That's fine then."

The man was complacent. He made the final decision, coaxed himself, and hugged Yan Ran unwilling to let go.

Yan Ran stretched out her hand and pushed his face away. Annoyance leaked from her brows and eyes, but her beauty was too clean and too beautiful, and even her disgusting emotions showed a heart-stirring arc.

Lu Jinan's dark eyes swept over Yan Ran's exposed collarbone, and he rubbed the tip of his tongue against his teeth as if it was itching.

want to lick.

His Adam's apple rolled, he made a swallowing sound, and his voice became hoarse, "Baby, don't seduce me?"

Yan Ran: "???"

Would you like to hear what you are saying?
Bullying the mute is addictive, right?

Yan Ran struggled, and the ends of his eyes were red, just like the peach blossoms in March.

Of course, her struggle was not taken seriously by the man.

This is the pearl that the evil dragon plundered, and it has been marked with his mark ever since. But even if he is so afraid, he is afraid that other beasts will covet it, and he would like to lock it up with a chain.

But he knew he couldn't do it.

You will be hated if you do this.

Lu Jinan didn't want to be like that.

But at the same time, that terrifying, dark possessiveness continued to expand, making his nerves extremely sensitive and paranoid.

A slender and strong arm hugged her waist tightly, restraining her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

The fingertips turned white from the exertion, and the eyes were as dark as black ink, making it impossible to see the bottom at a glance, "My..."

His breathing became distorted, his eyes were nervous, and he repeated and emphasized, "It's mine."

His lips were pressed against Yan Ran's hearing aid, and every word he spoke was extremely clear, as if electric current was passing through her eardrums, which made her shoulders tremble.

too close……

Yan Ran shrank her shoulders, and the red mole on the tip of her nose burned brightly on her snow-white skin.

The snow-white ears were stimulated to the point where they turned pale pink.

Lu Jinan's breathing was suppressed, he pinched his finger bones vigorously, his eyes were terrifying and gloomy.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he bit the earlobe fiercely, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

Lu Jinan is leaving.

No matter how reluctant he was, there were so many things waiting for him in the company that he had to leave.

Sometimes, Lu Jinan felt that Yan Ran was like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people, and he was the foolish king.

On the night of leaving, Lu Jinan sat alone in the study for a long time, holding a specially customized and exquisite shackles in his hand, a thin one, and a circle of soft fur was specially arranged around the shackles. There will be no pain or marks on the ankle.

Very suitable for fragile dodder.

The fingertips caressed her lovingly for a long time, and for the first time, the man who always pretended to be harmless showed that hateful and pitiful look.

Lu Jinan grinded the tips of his teeth and slowly revealed a weird smile. Two words escaped from his throat, "Forget it..."

The tone was gentle like a whisper between lovers, which was in sharp contrast to the chains on his hands.

Before leaving, Lu Jinan kissed Yan Ran sweetly, the obsession in his eyes was so hot and scary.

Yan Ran lowered his head and didn't see it.

"Baby, wait until I come back." The man was playing the role of a husband. He was obviously caught up in the drama and couldn't extricate himself. Even if Yan Ran didn't give him any response, he could finish the one-man show by himself.

Yan Ran likes to paint, but she doesn't like to stay in the studio prepared by Lu Jin'an for her, so she prefers to go out and paint most of the time.

After a few days, Yan Ran slowly realized that she had not seen Jian Heng for a long time.

No need to guess, Lu Jinan must have said something in the past that made Jian Heng unwilling to come out to see her.

Avoiding is a good thing at this time. You want to avoid because you feel guilty, so you choose to hide.

Yan Ran stopped halfway through the drawing and stared at a certain place in a daze.

Aunt Li happened to come over with refreshments and asked curiously when she saw Yan Ran sitting there motionless.

Yan Ran lowered his head, took out a small notebook and wrote on it.

Why haven't I seen Jian Heng in the past few days?

As soon as she encountered these two words, Aunt Li's eyes became evasive, "I, how do I know? Ran Ran should stop thinking about Mr. Jian. Mr. Lu will be angry if he knows."

Yan Ran pursed her pale lips. Her pale skin was so exquisitely stained by the sunlight that it seemed so thin that it would melt away with just one breath.

She lowered her head and said nothing more.

Aunt Li also realized that what she just said was a bit over the line, and apologized quickly.

Yan Ran just shook his head. Seeing Aunt Li's panic, he showed a soft smile and comforted her.

The weather is as unpredictable as people, with clear skies one second and thunder and rain the next.

Yan Ran ran inside almost in embarrassment, but the raindrops were so heavy that it hurt even if they hit people.

The downpour is like countless silver filaments, falling from the sky one after another. The raindrops hit the leaves, making a pleasant rustling sound, bringing a fresh and moist breath.

Yan Ran's clothes and hair were stained with water, and Aunt Li quickly went to get a dry towel.

Yan Ran's first reaction was to take off the hearing aid and wipe it before putting it back on.

At this time, Yan Ran heard the sound of footsteps upstairs.

Looking up, a man wearing black long sleeves walked down. His features were as deep as carvings with a utility knife.His whole body exuded an aura of deep cruelty and indifference.

A pair of ink-colored eyes are deep and deep, like a deep pool broken by ice in winter, cold and without warmth.

Yan Ran paused. Aunt Li saw it and quickly found an excuse to go to the kitchen.

Yan Ran stared at him blankly without blinking.

Jian Heng walked down and got a cup of hot water. The steaming white mist and his slender white fingers formed an ancient picture.

The atmosphere became extremely quiet for a while, except for the rain hitting the windows outside and the thunder.

Yan Ran lowered her head, and the delicate water droplets shone softly on her skin, like petals nourished by morning dew.

She held the towel in her hand and wiped her face, neither lightly nor heavily, until her face turned red.

A cup of steaming ginger soup suddenly appeared in his sight. Yan Ran was stunned for a moment and raised his eyes.

Jian Heng still had the same indifferent look, with a thin chin, pale lips, and an almost sinister indifference lingering between his brows.

But the ginger soup in his hand was hot.

Yan Ran took it obediently and made a sign with one hand.

This time Jian Heng understood.

She's saying, thank you.

Jian Heng didn't respond, turned around and sat on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)