But what exactly caused Lin Ran to react like this.
Just when he was in a daze, he saw Lin Ran suddenly come back to his senses.
The murderous aura and coldness in his eyes instantly subsided.
When her eyes met Mo Xiaoran's confused eyes, an unnatural look flashed across her eyes.
Quickly looking away, she stood up from the edge of the bed.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Mo Xiaoran got up and followed her with some worry, and walked to her.
He lowered his head, a hint of unnoticeable worry flashing through his eyes.
"fine."
She responded coldly, deliberately hiding the dream that made her gnash her teeth with hatred.
The hatred that penetrated her heart and spleen made it impossible to completely eliminate the coldness in her eyes.
Even though she had returned to normal on the surface, Mo Xiaoran found that her palms were still tightly held.
There are clear veins on the back of the hand from clenching the fist.
Her fingers dug into the palm of her hand, but she didn't seem to notice at all.
That was a subconscious move.
Mo Xiaoran looked at Lin Ran's profile and frowned slightly.
What on earth was she dreaming about?
What made her become so murderous?
That kind of murderous aura comes from the heart and cannot be caused by a dream.
Looking at Lin Ran, he was just thinking about how to speak, when the maid's voice sounded at the door.
"Master, Madam, it's time to get up and serve tea to the old lady."
The maid's voice came in from outside the door with some respect.
Only then did Lin Ran truly recover.
Facing Mo Xiaoran's worried face, her heart skipped a beat.
His gaze returned somewhat calmly.
The maid was still waiting for them to speak at the door, but she saw that Mo Xiaoran's originally worried mouth was replaced by a slight smile at this time.
With a raised eyebrow, he walked to the bed.
He took off the dagger hanging on it, and in Lin Ran's shocked eyes, he slashed it towards the palm of his hand.