: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (14)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (14)

Because of the pain in her waist, Yan Ran seemed to be more awake. Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were locked on the man in the dim light.

The TV was still playing the movie, and it was reaching its climax. Weird and eerie music was playing. A female ghost with disheveled hair was wearing a white dress, and her body was rotten, as if she could break through the TV screen and come to you.

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

Through the dull hair, the female ghost's turbid and resentful eyes seemed to be facing her.

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

Looking down, in the light and shadow cast by the TV, he saw the hand holding him tightly.

Warm, sticky, and sweaty palms.

All the emotions that were rolling like a tsunami were suddenly broken, and my mind went blank.

He kept his head lowered, like a sculpture that had been sealed for a long time. He could not turn it at all. What was in front of his eyes and in his ears became nothingness. Only the gentle and soft touch in his palm was infinitely clear. He tightened his chin

, the eyes were dark, and the dissipated fragrance that had disappeared floated past the tip of the nose like a breeze, lingering around and refusing to leave.

Every time you breathe in and out, the breath penetrates into the brain through the nose and tip of the tongue, entangles the nerves, becomes sticky, and produces intermittent peak stimulation.

Fu Ji clenched his soft palate and breathed a little.

The rhythm of breathing in the chest had been broken without knowing when, and suddenly, it was like a wild beast sending out a low roar signaling danger.

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

However, this was of no use, as a terrifying and eerie sound came through the fingers.

Just when she was about to get closer, Fu Ji finally couldn't bear it any longer and pulled away from the man on top of him. His movements were so big 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 his head. His tearful eyes were particularly clear, as crystal clear as dewdrops. The words he said were stuck in his throat, leaving only surprise.

Yan Ran's hands and feet were weak, not sure if it was because of being frightened or something, and his face was as pale as paper.

Fu Ji vaguely realized that he might be broken.

Fu Ji looked down at her, with a pale and sickly face and light-colored pupils filled with mist, showing fear, confusion and uneasiness.

"ghost……"

"ghost……"

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

It turns out that Yan Ran also has times when he is afraid?

A burst of excitement surged in his heart, and his eyes glowed with a scarlet light, which was deep and terrifying.

Fu Ji pulled Yan Ran to the sofa and asked Yan Ran to face the TV. This drunk 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

But he was clamped hard by the man and couldn't move.

The man who was extremely cold and ruthless just now coaxed softly, gently and pervertedly: "Don't be afraid, please open your eyes, okay?"

Yan Ran didn't want to, so the man kept coaxing him in his ear and was very patient.

Perhaps the man's voice was too gentle, and Yan Ran was coaxed to open a small crack. The grimace on the TV was enlarged, with bloody eyes, a rotten and terrifying face, and the terrifying and chilling music tightened into a line!

"ah--"

At this time, Yan Ran was really frightened and cried. The tears that had been held in her eyes flowed down. The cry was not loud, just a weak slurp.

Tears like broken pearls rolled down her cheeks and hit her clothes, causing small splashes of water.

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

Fu Ji saw fear, bewilderment, and collapse on her usually casual and dignified face...

Seeing her purse her mouth sadly, the full and corrosive pleasure in his heart was about to explode, making his desire expand even more greedily.

He smiled, his handsome face looking a little distorted: "Are you so scared? Is it because you have done too many bad things and you are afraid of ghosts coming to collect debts?"

His voice was deep and tinged with a sick smile.

Yan Ran couldn't answer him. At this time, she was incredibly weak.

Fu Ji could strangle her to death with one hand.

But he didn't want to do that. Such an easy way to die was too easy for Yan Ran.

He stared at the tears left, then lowered his head and sucked up the tears that were about to fall.

A little bitter.

As if it wasn't enough, Fu Ji took her cheek in his mouth and took a bite. Listening to her cries of fear but not daring to resist, the pleasure of revenge seemed to make her sick and no longer sick.

He stared at Yan Ran, whose eyes were red, his adrenaline was racing, his body was trembling with excitement, and his eardrums seemed to be beating against the pounding of his heart.

She looks much prettier when she cries, Fu Ji thought.

[Ding! The villain’s blackness has reached 85%!]

——

When Yan Ran woke up, she had a splitting headache. After a while, she got up.

He lowered his head subconsciously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his clothes were only a little messy.

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

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

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

This is incredible.

After looking at it for a long time, I still didn’t understand what the painting was.

Fu Ji's slender fingers were stained with paint from the oil paint pen, with red patches and white patches, and his white sweatshirt was actually clean.

When I finished painting and raised my head, I seemed to have discovered Yan Ran.

He asked with that indifferent and handsome face: "What do you think?"

Yan Ran looked at it carefully for a long time and said, "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 person behind him seemed embarrassed and fell silent. He couldn't wipe the paint off his fingers. Fu Ji threw down the crumpled paper, stood up, tilted his head, and said in an unpredictable tone: "You didn't eat breakfast, did you? I'll give it to you.

Leave a little."

After saying that, 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 into silence.

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

After a long time, Yan Ran mustered up the courage and took a bite. Her eating movements were as precise and elegant as a textbook, chewing and swallowing slowly without changing her expression.

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

Yan Ran raised her eyelids and glanced at him, her eyes clear, as if she could see through his layers of disguise and see the deepest malice and viciousness.
Chapter completed!