: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (14)

Author: Yaoli

: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (14)

Because of the soreness in his waist, Yan Ran seemed to be a little more awake, her thick eyelashes trembled gently, and her eyes were locked on the man in the dim light.

The TV is still playing movies, and it is at its climax, with strange and gloomy music flowing. The female ghost with disheveled hair is wearing a white dress, and her body is rotten, as if she can break through the TV screen and come to her face.

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

Through the boring hair, the female ghost's turbid and resentful eyes seemed to face her.

Fu Jizun stood, one hand still maintaining mechanical facial wiping behavior, but the other hand—

He lowered his head, and in the light and shadow of the TV, he saw the hand holding him tightly.

Warm and soft, sticky, sweaty palms.

All the emotions that were like tsunami were suddenly pierced, and my mind suddenly became blank.

He kept his head down, like a sculpture that had been sealed for a long time, unable to turn it. The things in front of him and the ears were all empty, only the gentle and soft touch of the palms was infinitely clear. He tightened his chin and his eyes were dark. The dissipated fragrance that had disappeared floated across his nose like a breeze, and it kept wrapping around and refused to leave.

During the exhalation and inhalation, the breath penetrates the nasal cavity and the tip of the tongue into the brain, entangling the nerves and sticking to it, causing intermittent peak stimulation.

Fu Ji bit his soft palate tightly and his breath was a little gasping.

The rhythm of breathing in my chest had been broken at some point, and suddenly, it was like a beast sending a red flag.

In just such a short time, Yan Ran stood up, almost pressing her whole body against him, covering her ears with both hands, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

However, this was useless, and a terrifying and gloomy voice penetrated through his fingers.

Just when she was about to get close, Fu Ji could not help it anymore and pulled the person away, making the moves so big that he almost pushed the person down.

Fu Ji's tone was cold: "Yan Ran, you..."

Yan Ran, who was pushed back two steps, suddenly looked up, and his eyes were particularly clear, as crystal clear as dewdrops. When he came to his mouth, he blocked his throat, leaving only surprise.

Yan Ran's hands and feet were weak, not sure if it was because she was scared or something, and her face was as pale as paper.

Fu Ji vaguely realized that he might be broken.

Fu Ji looked down at her, her pale and sick face and light-colored pupils were filled with fog. She was afraid, helpless, and uneasy.

"ghost……"

"ghost……"

The hoarse and shallow voice trembled slightly, revealing some fear.

It turns out that Yan Ran also has times of fear?

A burst of excitement surged in his heart, and a scarlet light shining in his eyes, deep and terrifying.

Fu Ji pulled Yan Ran to the sofa and let Yan Ran face the TV. This drunk person was like a child, closing his eyes in fear, but his ears could still be heard. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands were pinched by the man and could not move.

The man who was extremely cold and ruthless just now whispered softly and pervertedly: "Don't be afraid, can you open your eyes?"

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

Maybe the man's voice was too gentle, Yan Ran opened a thin slit by being coaxed, the TV's face was enlarged, the bloody eyes were flowing, the rotten face, and the terrifying and cold music was tightened into a line!

"ah--"

Now, Yan Ran was really scared to tears. The tears that were held in her eyes flowed down. The crying was not loud, but just a faint sip.

Drops of tears like broken pearls rolled down her cheeks, smashing on her clothes, splashing small splashes of water.

Fu Ji held her face and brought the face full of tears into his eyes.

Fu Ji saw fear, helplessness, collapse on her usual scattered face...

Seeing her pursing her lips sadly, the pleasure of fullness and erosion in her heart was about to explode, making his desires swell even more greedily.

He smiled, his handsome face seemed a little distorted: "Are you so scared? Is it because you have done too many bad things, are you afraid that ghosts will come to collect debts?"

The sound was deep and a sick smile was stained.

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 really too easy for Yan Ran.

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

A little bitter.

It seemed that it was not enough. Fu Ji took her cheek and took a bite. Hearing her crying cry of fear and dared not resist, the pleasure of revenge seemed to make the nausea no longer nausea.

He stared at Yan Ran, whose eyes were red, with adrenaline rushing, his body was so excited that he shivered, and his eardrums seemed to be about to be beaten by the heart.

She looked much better than usual when she cried, Fu Ji thought.

[Ding! The villain's blackening rate has reached 85%!]

——

When Yan Ran woke up, his headache was split. He took a while before he got up.

Subconsciously lowered his head and felt relieved when he saw that his clothes were just a little messy.

The room was empty, and Yan Ran went to the bathroom to take a simple shower. She took a look at the time. She was already late anyway, so she was not very anxious.

When going downstairs, Fu Ji was sitting on the carpet to draw.

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

This is amazing.

After watching it for a long time, I couldn't understand what the painting was.

Fu Ji's slender fingers were stained with paint from oil paint pens, red and white, while the white sweatshirt was clean.

After finishing the drawing, I looked up and seemed to discover Yan Ran.

He asked with his bland and handsome face, "What do you think?"

Yan Ran looked at it very seriously for a long time, "Not bad."

Maybe I felt that only two words were too perfunctory, so I praised it again.

“The duck is cute.”

"Duck?" Fu Ji lowered his head and took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "I'm drawing a swan."

Yan Ran: “…”

Sorry, I really didn't see it.

The person behind him seemed to feel embarrassed and silent. The paint on his fingers could not be wiped clean. Fu Ji threw down the wrinkled paper, stood up, and turned his head to the point of his tone, making it difficult to understand: "Didn't you have breakfast? I've left some for you."

After saying that, he went to the kitchen without waiting for Yan Ran to react.

Yan Ran stared at the yellow and green porridge in front of her and fell into silence.

Fu Ji sat opposite her, crossing her hands and her eyes were a little bright, and she 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 accurate and elegant as textbooks. She slowly chewed and swallowed them without changing her face.

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

Yan Ran raised his eyelids and looked at him, his eyes clear, as if through his layers of disguise, he could see the deepest malice and viciousness.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!