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Suddenly a hand was placed on my hand.

A slender hand with distinct joints, which was completely larger than her hand.

Yan Ran's pupils shrank.

A strange smell came over the damp ground.

Fan Yuan raised his eyes and stared at Yan Ran, his eyebrows were very low, his eyes were as dark as a bottomless cold pool, and there was still false tenderness on his face.

The softness of his hands kept his agitation from fading at all, like a storm brewing about to fall.

With a strong effort, he kneaded those soft and delicate hands.

Yan Ran seemed to be completely stunned, motionless and unable to react at all.

Fan Yuan smiled and was about to say something when he suddenly felt his eyes dimming and his limbs slowly becoming stiff and limp.

His keen intuition over the years suddenly made him realize that something was wrong with his body.

And he has only drank one thing since he came in.

Fan Yuan's eyes fell on the empty cup, and then he looked at Yan Ran.

At this time, Yan Ran slowly raised his head, his brows and eyes still spotless, looking at him quietly.

Fan Yuan had never seen such strong winds and waves, so he was shocked for a while and then reacted instantly.

He let his body fall weakly on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Yan Ran, and his throat rolled several times quickly.

Yan Ran looked down from a high position and lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

System: [What are you going to do? 】

Yan Ran hesitated for a moment: [Do you think it would be against my character if I killed him? 】

The system did not hesitate: [Forget it. 】

With such a gentle character of the original owner, it is impossible for him to have the idea of ​​killing someone. If Yan Ran took action, there is no doubt that his character would be completely destroyed.

But Fan Yuan has done so many wrong things. If he doesn't take some action, Jian Heng's blackening value will never be cleared. This is his knot, and he must have a good ending.

Yan Ran's heart was full of an idea, or a big gamble.

Looking at the person lying on the sofa, Yan Ran's face was pale, her long and thick eyelashes hung under her pale eyelids, and the ends of her eyes were red.

After a while, Yan Ran's eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist.

Obviously it was Fan Yuan who was lying on the sofa defenseless at this moment, but Yan Ran seemed to be the one being bullied.

Like a reddish pear blossom that has been beaten by rain, the petals are covered with raindrops, trembling in the howling wind and rain, and people can't help but crumple the thin petals and squeeze the whole flower. to crush.

so poor.

It seemed like he was about to cry.

Fan Yuan looked at Yan Ran, his eyes rolled with a rich ink color, his throat constricted, and he swallowed the sticky saliva secreted from the base of his tongue.

Yan Ran fell into his own world and didn't notice Fan Yuan's gaze at all.

After a while, she squatted down extremely slowly.

He looked at level with Fan Yuan.

Facing those moist, amber eyes, strong and strange emotions stirred his blood like a rampaging beast.

Fan Yuan didn't dare to move, and his breathing relaxed subconsciously.Yan Ran looked at his face for a long time and seemed to finally be sure of something.

Her eyes slowly moved down and landed on Fan Yuan's pants pocket.

But Fan Yuan obviously misunderstood the meaning of her gaze, and he couldn't control himself at all under such circumstances.

Fortunately, he was wearing very loose black casual pants and his posture prevented him from being discovered.

Yan Ran reached into his pocket and took out the knife.

Her fingers were so slender, like the most perfect works of art. They were born to touch pianos and paintbrushes, not such sharp and hurtful knives.

Fan Yuan could clearly see the pain and uneasiness that could not be concealed on her face, a bright red flush appeared at the end of her eyes, and her fingers holding the handle of the knife turned white.

Fan Yuan's sticky gaze almost licked every expression on Yan Ran's face. The veins on his forehead bulged, his chest kept rising and falling with his eager breathing, and a few strands of hair hung messily in front of his forehead, soaked by the leakage. He was wet with hot sweat, and the thirst in his mouth spread to his chest.

She seemed confused and in pain.

Holding a knife and not knowing how to show kindness.

"Why..." Fan Yuan asked this question with great difficulty, as if he didn't understand why Yan Ran suddenly treated him with a knife.

Yan Ran glared at him fiercely, maybe a little fiercely, but in Fan Yuan's eyes, it had another meaning, as if countless insects and ants were stinging on his heart, and his blood was filled with blood. A dense itching sensation.

Fortunately, he can't move now. If he could move, he might do something crazy.

She was speechless, her expression said it all.

Fan Yuan read disgust from Yan Ran's expression, which seemed to make him very sad, as if a huge stone was blocking his chest.

The knife was pressed against his neck, but he still didn't take a step forward.

Fan Yuan's face did not show any fear or fear. On the contrary, the hand of the man holding the knife shook first.

Yan Ran probably rarely held a knife, and his posture was awkward and awkward.

She maintained this action for a long time, but did not take the next step. Her whole body seemed to be soaked in cold sweat, as if she had just been fished out of cold water. She frantically swallowed the astringency rising in her throat, looking very pitiful.

Fan Yuan felt pity and sighed softly, as if helpless: "Do you want to kill me?"

Yan Ran was not in the mood to pay attention to him at all, because at this moment she was also in a state of confusion and error, with tears welling up in her pure and clean eyes.

Trembling and tense, as if a string was fully stretched and was about to break in the next second.

Fan Yuan rolled his dry Adam's apple, and his body under the suit was numb uncontrollably, as if it was boiling hot like molten magma.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and with the strength he didn't know where it came from, he grabbed Yan Ran's thin wrist, turned the direction, and stabbed it at the heart.

There was a sound of flesh breaking open, blood spurting out, and a few drops just splashed onto Yan Ran's face.

The bright red and sickly white are rubbed into a beautiful picture.

"what……"

As if he was frightened, Yan Ran struggled to squeeze out the syllables from his throat, with a small vibrato. Hearing this, Fan Yuan's heart felt weak, his body became hot, and his blood flow speed also accelerated, starting from the tail. My bones were numb all the way to the back of my head.

As if it was not him who was stabbed, Fan Yuan even showed a smile, still gentle and decent, like a mask, covering up the distortion and boneiness inside.

Afraid of scaring the person in front of him, his voice became softer and more penetrating, "Did it scare you? I'm sorry, are you happy now?"

Like a whisper between lovers, affectionate as a confession.