: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (60)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (60)

The night was getting deep, and the bright mirror-like moon hung in the sky, pouring down the light as clear as flowing water.

The window on the rooftop was opened a crack, and a thin breeze slipped in.

Yan Ran almost didn't sleep all night. He quietly removed the arm that was tied to his waist, wasted some time, and walked to the balcony wearing slippers.

A cold wind blew, ruffling the hair on his forehead.

Looking at the endless night, Yan Ran held his forehead and uncontrollably recalled the scene in the hospital.

That was not a successful conversation.

When Fu Yi heard her answer, the color on his face instantly faded, as if he was in disbelief and disappointed.

He walked in place for two steps, his jaw tightened. When he looked at her again, his expression was cold, and so were his eyes, as if he was wearing an unpredictable mask. He said calmly: "So,

Even if you knew, you wouldn't stop it, right?"

Block what?

What can Yan Ran stop?

Everything has already developed in an uncontrollable direction, collapsing inch by inch, and falling into the abyss step by step.

Yan Ran did not defend himself, but trembled his lips and said softly: "I'm sorry."

A helpless and helpless answer.

The silence spread like suffocation.

The two looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Yan Ran's throat felt a little itchy, so she took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in her mouth. The faint spark was like a flame.

As the smoke filled the air, Yan Ran's hand kept groping for the lighter, and the metal shell felt warm to her touch.

It was already very late, but there were still lights on the roadside, which seemed to guide confused people.

Fu Yi's words were like tiny needles piercing her heart, causing discomfort and pain.

She knew that Fu Ji had a bad life and had suffered a lot, and it might be worse than she imagined. But if all the people who were related to her were forced to die, would she really be happy?

Is Fu Ji happy?

Yan Ran didn't know, she couldn't see through Fu Ji.

Fu Ji is like a black fog. After pulling away the layer of fog, there is still a thicker fog inside, which is endless, making it impossible to see the essence clearly.

Yan Ran lowered her eyelashes, feeling rarely confused.

While she was thinking deeply, the balcony door behind her was opened.

Then, a tall body with a slightly cool body covered her body like a vine, leaned down, and gently enveloped her in his arms.

This hug was very generous and strong, but not warm at all.

It's strange to say. I don't know if it's due to innate reasons, 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.

, showing a chill.

"Brother Yan, why are you here blowing air if you don't want to sleep?"

Fu Ji's chin rested on her shoulder, maybe because he had just woken up, his voice was lazy, as if he was coquettish.

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

"If you can't sleep, come out and take a look."

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

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

Before Fu Ji could finish his words, a pair of hands covered his mouth. He stared at the hands with lowered eyes. The blue blood vessels were hidden under the bluish white skin.

Fu Ji was stunned, and then the 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 doting.

Her face was still a little cold, and Fu Ji felt like he was wrapped in this strange fragrance.

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

Yan Ran looked at him, smiled, stood on tiptoes, and left a kiss with a hint of tobacco flavor on the corner of his mouth.

It doesn't smell bad, but there is a bit of irritation.

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

This kiss was very raw, very gentle, and the caressing was gentle, as if they were afraid of making him feel uncomfortable, and they did not use any force, as if they were treating a unique treasure in the world.

This is the feeling of being cherished and loved by others.

Fu Ji clenched his hands and pursed his lips.

His eyes were heavy, his head was bloodshot, and his back was numb. He almost held his breath and stared at Yan Ran, for fear of letting out a heavy breath.

Yan Ran also reached out and touched his earlobe.

The veins on Fu Ji's forehead were pulsing and sweat was pouring down his back. He resisted the overcurrent that suddenly shot through his body, grabbed Yan Ran's shoulders tightly, and pushed him away.

He restrained himself and drank briefly.

"enough."

Yan Ran's lips were red, as if they were smeared with rouge-like red, and they were extremely bright.

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

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

After almost two minutes, Yan Ran touched his somewhat hot face, seeming to be amused by his naive reaction.

The voice was careless and teasing.

"So innocent."

Fu Ji turned his face away in anger, unwilling to let her touch him.

Yan Ran chuckled lightly, his tone filled with laughter, "But I just like Xiao Ji like this."

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 very frequently in spring, and it drizzled again at night. The weather was humid, and the wind blew a bit cool.

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

Going downstairs, there was a crackling sound from the kitchen.

You don't have to guess, you know who is working there, and you don't know how the other person cooks. Every time he cooks, it's like a war.

Yan Ran sometimes worries whether Fu Ji will blow up her kitchen.

Fortunately, nothing like this has ever happened, even if the food is really bad, even the pigs will dislike it.

Yan Ran took two stomach pills in advance.

Entering the kitchen, Fu Ji was wearing soft home clothes. He had a slender, well-proportioned and tall figure. He was wearing an apron. He was pink and tender. On the front was a pink bear. It was very cute. It was a gift from a previous purchase and had been kept there.

It was of no use and was not opened until Fu Ji arrived.

The man's back was facing her, his head slightly lowered, his shoulders were straight, broad, and very stylish. His shoulder-length hair was tied up randomly, and he was standing in the kitchen, busy and busy.

In a daze, Yan Ran felt that the man was like a virtuous and family-oriented wife.

The next chapter will be posted later
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