: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (66)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (66)

A lot of things happened that night. The secret that Yan Ran had hidden for many years was discovered, and she dedicated herself completely to the man.

It's the heart, it's the spirit, it's everything.

It was forced, she didn't want to.

Fu Ji used his sweet mouth to coax. He talked about "like" and "love", as if he loved her passionately and couldn't help himself.

Such Yan Ran is almost too beautiful to be true.

Her wet eyelashes were hanging down, the red mole on the bridge of her nose was bright and charming, and she bit her lip tightly.

He bit the two pale lips until they turned bright red like blood.

Fu Ji looked straight at Yan Ran. His chest was rising and falling, his breathing was very heavy, and the strength in his hands did not relax at all.

"What's this?"

He asked simply.

Yan Ran's ears turned red, her head turned away, and she remained silent.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and the rise and fall of his chest became larger and larger.

He smiled, very happy.

"fraud."

He left a kiss on Yan Ran's ear and said in a hoarse voice with a smile, "Big liar."

During the kiss, Fu Ji closed his eyes tightly, his ears were red, and his tense muscles were so hot that they seemed to be smoking.

He had to admit that the moment he made such an intimate gesture with Yan Ran, he could feel the warmth, he could feel that he was still alive, he could feel that he was cared for, and he could feel that he was loved.

Such thoughts gave him an indescribable feeling.

He asked, "You love me, right?"

Yan Ran's eyes were filled with tears, her bright red lips were trembling so much that she couldn't utter a single word.

His tone became firm, "You must love me very much, right?"

He held Yan Ran tighter, and his tense body trembled because of the word love.

He gritted his teeth and felt a numbness go up his spine.

The heart has long been out of control.

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On a bright and fresh morning, the clouds are light blue and the sun is warm, shining on the earth, trees and flowers, a golden color.

Yan Ran was still sleeping, her hair was messy and scattered on her forehead, her skin was so white that it was transparent, and her lips were as red as rotten strawberries.

She didn't seem to be sleeping very peacefully, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Maybe something not so good happened in her dream.

Fu Ji sat beside the bed and looked at Yan Ran, his expression as calm as usual.

He held Yan Ran's ankle and placed his fingers on the thin skin.

He felt the slight vibration of the pulse rhythm on his fingertips, and the temperature in his hands was slightly cool. Yan Ran's ankles were firm and delicate, and Fu Ji tightened his fingers.

It seems to be measuring something.

Yan Ran seemed to feel the danger, her eyelashes trembled slightly twice, and then slowly opened.

I was confused at first and was stunned for a while.

After reacting, his whole body felt uncomfortable, and Yan Ran looked over.

Fu Ji had already let go of his hand first. He stood up. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes. His tall and strong figure made the suit look particularly straight and stiff. His hair was meticulously taken care of. The long hair that originally reached past his shoulders was cut off at some point.

The hair was cut very short, revealing sharp and almost aggressive eyebrows.

He faced Yan Ran condescendingly, with a smile on his lips, seemingly gentle and worried, "Brother Yan, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

Yan Ran's eyes were confused, and the sunlight hit her face, making it as soft and warm as a bright pearl.

Afterwards, her face suddenly turned pale, her breathing instantly became erratic, her lips were trembling, and her pale and thin fingers clenched the quilt tightly, her joints turning blue.

"get out."

Her voice was shaking.

Fu Ji didn't move.

Yan Ran's mood suddenly became very excited. She grabbed the quilt as if she was grasping the last straw in her life, her precarious image that had already collapsed.

Flustered, helpless, angry.

It's so vivid, so fresh.

It took a lot of effort for her not to lose her temper at Fu Ji.

Otherwise, let him go out.

Instead, let him go.

Fu Ji's motionless behavior irritated Yan Ran.

She yelled at the man: "Get out! Get out!"

Out of control, he smashed the alarm clock beside the bed.

Even at this time, Yan Ran still only used up a little of his strength. The alarm clock just brushed against Fu Ji's face and hit the ground, falling apart into pieces without any pity.

Her face was as white as a handful of snow on a branch, her eyes were very red, and she almost rolled out of bed in excitement.

Fu Ji, who was standing by the bed indifferently, leaned over to help him. He reached out, but Yan Ran struggled and pushed his arms away.

"Do not touch me!"

Yan Ran's voice was hoarse and weak, almost breathy.

Fu Ji's breath froze, his brows furrowed slightly, and he forcibly restrained Yan Ran on the bed, holding down her shoulders with some force.

Yan Ran didn't want to, and kept pushing with his arms, just like his eyes didn't want to look at Fu Ji. In this situation, without paying attention, his elbow bumped into Fu Ji's chin. Fu Ji groaned and bit his tongue.

, the smell of blood spreads in the mouth.

He was impatient, and irritation flashed in his eyes. He quickly controlled her two thin wrists with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other hand, forcing her into his arms, with his face close to hers.

On the neck.

The man's voice was low, indifferent and impetuous, "Brother Yan, can you calm down first?"

Before he could finish his words, a damp heat instantly spread across his neck.

Fu Ji froze, as if in disbelief, and lowered his face, only seeing Yan Ran's trembling neck and shoulders.

Yan Ran...crying?

The emotion in his eyes trembled violently, his chest heaved violently, and he felt extremely ridiculous.

But the moisture on the neck was so real, and it was a little warm, as if it had just flowed from the eyes, almost burning.

Fu Ji's breathing was slightly rapid. One hand was still firmly controlling Yan Ran, and the other hand was tentatively and awkwardly stroking the back of her head.

Yan Ran's thin, faint choking sound rang in Fu Ji's ears, like an explosion, blowing his sanity to pieces.

Fu Ji's heart was beating fast, his broad palms were entangled with his soft hair, and he whispered, "Brother Yan, Brother Yan."

The smile with a soft voice is like a feather.

Slowly, Yan Ran calmed down, her breathing gradually became steady, and she slowly retreated from his embrace.

He had no reason to stop it, he could only let it go.

There was still a patch of moisture on his neck, as if to warn him that this was not an illusion.

Yan Ran lowered his head, the ends of his eyes were red, and his eyelashes like butterfly wings were stained with a few tiny drops of water.

She didn't look at Fu Ji.

Say in a calm voice, "Can you please not be so rude to me in the future?"

Her eyelashes were lifted, revealing her sparkling pupils, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was even brighter than usual.

Her expression looked a little sad, but she seemed to be stating the truth.

"Can you be gentle?"

Fu Ji's Adam's apple rolled, and looking at Yan Ran's expression, his heart couldn't stop trembling violently.

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