But just now, Lin Ran happily accepted all Mu Qinghan's frivolous actions.
There wasn't even a hint of rejection.
This fact made him a little bit satisfied.
It should be said, more than a little bit.
He did not allow Lin Ran to have such an extraordinary expression on any man except him.
In fact, he became even more jealous.
Even when facing him, Lin Ran's expression was calm and unremarkable.
But the appearance of Mu Qinghan made all her expressions show.
Mu Qinghan shouldn't have done this!
The more I think about it, the worse I feel.
Suddenly, he remembered a person Lin Ran once told him.
Someone who taught her to sing that song—
Let us do it again and dance together in the abyss.
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Lin Ran told him that that was a very important person to her.
Could it be Mu Qinghan?
How could they possibly know each other?
If they really knew each other, Lin Ran's purpose in coming to Liuyu Villa would not be simple.
But now, what he cares about is not this, nor is this what bothers him, but.
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Damn it, why did Mu Qinghan do such an intimate thing to his woman!
This thought made him angry again.
At the same time, thinking that Mu Qinghan was the very important person in Lin Ran's mouth, he wished he could go in and break Mu Qinghan's head right now.
He gritted his teeth and took a step forward, but his steps stopped inexplicably.
The original anger turned into hesitation at this time.
Lin Ran was a little intimidated by what he had seen just now.
He was always confident, but because of Lin Ran's attitude towards Mu Qinghan, he didn't dare to step forward.
He actually hesitated in front of Mu Qinghan.
The steps were taken back timidly.
His gaze cast toward Bai Yexiong's room with some disappointment.
After a while, he took it back lightly.
The moment he turned around and left, the fluttering silver thread revealed an unconcealable loneliness.
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In Bai Yexiong's room, Mu Qinghan and Lin Ran once again entered the study where the murderer escaped.