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The night is very deep, and the mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, pouring down the brilliance as clear as running water.

The window on the roof was opened a gap, and a thin breeze slipped in.

Yan Ran didn't sleep almost all night, and quietly removed the arms that were imprisoned around her waist. After wasting some effort, she walked to the balcony wearing slippers.

A cold wind blew, messing up the hair on his forehead.

Looking at the endless night, Yan Ran propped his forehead, uncontrollably recalling the scene of the hospital.

It was a not-so-successful conversation.

When Fu Yi heard her answer, the blood on his face faded instantly, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was completely disappointed.

Walked around in place for two steps, his jaw was tense, and when he looked at her again, his expression was cold, and so were his eyes, as if wearing an unpredictable mask, he calmly said: "So, Even if you knew it, you wouldn't stop it, would you?"

stop what?
What can Yan Ran stop?

Everything has already been developing in an uncontrollable direction, every inch of it is collapsing, step by step into the abyss.

Yan Ran didn't make any excuses, but said softly with trembling lips, "I'm sorry."

Powerless and helpless answer.

Silence spread like suffocation.

They looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Yan Ran's throat was a little itchy, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, the faint spark was like a flame.

Amidst the smog, Yan Ran kept fumbling for the lighter with her hands, and the metal shell was warm to her touch.

It was very late, and there were still lights on the side of the road, which seemed to guide the confused people.

Fu Yi's words were like tiny needles that pierced her heart, making her uncomfortable and painful.

She knew that Fu Ji's life was not good, and he had suffered a lot, perhaps even worse than she imagined, but if he forced all the people with her blood relationship to a dead end, would he really be happy?
Is Fu Ji happy?
Yan Ran didn't know, she couldn't see through Fu Ji.

Fu Ji is like a mass of black mist. After removing that layer of mist, there is still a thicker mist inside, which is endless and unable to see the essence clearly.

Yan Ran lowered her eyelashes, and became extremely confused.

While she was contemplating, the balcony door behind her was opened.

Afterwards, a tall body with a warm and slightly cool body covered her like a vine, bent down, and enveloped her gently in her arms.

The hug was generous and strong, but it wasn't warm at all.

It's strange to say, I don't know if it's a natural reason, but Fu Ji's body temperature is much lower than that of ordinary people, even though it's already spring, Yan Ran just left for a while, and Fu Ji's body temperature dropped , through a cool.

"Brother Yan, what are you doing here to blow the air if you don't sleep?"

Fu Ji's chin rested on her shoulder, maybe because he just woke up, his voice was lazy, as if he was acting like a baby.

The cold lips were almost attached to her ears, "I'm cold."

"Come out and see if you can't sleep."

Yan Ran put out the cigarette in his hand, but he was still seen by him.

He smelled smoke from Yan Ran, and Fu Ji's face sank instantly, "I got up in the middle of the night just to smoke? You..."

Before Fu Ji finished speaking, a pair of hands covered his mouth. He stared down at the hands, and the blue blood vessels were hidden under the bluish white flesh.

Fu Ji was stunned, and then that arm slowly wrapped around his neck, like a soft and boneless white snake.

Yan Ran leaned against his face and said softly: "Okay, I won't smoke next time."

Her tone was extremely helpless, with a hint of pampering.

Her face was still a little cold, and Fu Ji felt that she was enveloped by this strange fragrance.

"Liar." Fu Ji grabbed those cold hands and tried to pull her away, but he was entangled even tighter. He pursed his lips: "Let go."

Yan Ran looked at him, smiled, stood on tiptoe, and left a tobacco-smelling kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It didn't smell bad, but it was restless.

Yan Ran would often take the initiative to kiss him, but every time it was a superficial taste, but today, for some unknown reason, she was more open.

This kiss was very jerky, very gentle, caressed carefully, as if afraid of making him feel uncomfortable, and did not use force, just like treating a unique treasure in the world.

This is the feeling of being cherished and loved.

Fu Ji clenched his hands and pursed his lips tightly.

His eyes were heavy, his head was congested with blood, and his back was numb. He almost held his breath and looked down at Yan Ran, for fear of letting out a heavy gasp.

Yan Ran reached out and touched his earlobe.

The veins on Fu Ji's forehead twitched, and his back was dripping with sweat. He resisted the sudden shock that ran all over his body, tightly grabbed Yan Ran's shoulders, and pushed him away.

He restrained himself and drank a short and low sentence.

"enough."

Yan Ran's lips turned red, as if they were smudged with rouge-like red, extremely gorgeous.

After Fu Ji said enough, Yan Ran stopped moving and respected his opinion very much.

Fu Ji closed his eyes, clenched his fists, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he took a deep breath, and it took him a while to get over the tingling sensation.

After almost 2 minutes, Yan Ran touched his hot face, as if amused by his youthful reaction.

The voice was casual and mocking.

"So innocent."

Fu Ji turned his face away in embarrassment, unwilling to let her touch it.

Yan Ran chuckled, and his tone was tainted with a smile, "But I just like Xiao Ji."

Too foul.

Fu Ji bit his lip, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be on fire.
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It rained frequently in spring, and it rained again at night. The weather was humid, and the wind blowing was a bit cool.

Yan Ran got dressed, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and straightened his tie.

Downstairs, there was a crackling sound from the kitchen.

You don't need to guess, you know who is busy inside, and you don't know how the other party cooks. Every time you cook, it's like fighting a war.

Sometimes Yan Ran was worried that Fu Ji would blow up her kitchen.

Fortunately, such a thing has never happened, but the food is really good, even pigs hate it.

Yan Ran took two stomach medicines in advance.

Walking into the kitchen, Fu Ji was wearing soft home clothes, with a slender, well-proportioned and tall figure, wearing an apron, pink and tender, with a pink bear on the front, very cute, it was a gift from the previous shopping, and it has been kept there It was useless, and it was not opened until Fu Ji came.

The man turned his back to her, bowed his head slightly, his shoulders were straight and broad, very stylish, his long hair over his shoulders was tied up casually, and he was standing in the kitchen, busy in a hurry.

In a daze, Yan Ran felt that a man was like a virtuous and caring wife.

The next chapter will be posted later