An Haoran put his feet down from the desk, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his usually cold face. A small pear dimple suddenly bloomed on his face, and his whole person became much softer.
Dan's green eyes narrowed slightly, and the light inside them changed, staring at the short-lived smile on his face.
An Haoran picked up the suitcase on the ground, "But this cooperation is not with you. There are indeed many people in this world who value personal interests more than feelings. When I met you, I thought the same way. But when I met Jing Miao
After that, I changed my mind and followed the devil. I could only go to hell. If I have heaven in my heart, I will naturally find happiness."
Dan suddenly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed An Haoran's luggage, and threw it on the sofa. He pushed An Haoran against the wall, and his knuckled hands slowly caressed An Haoran's tight face.
"An, you are mine! Never escape from my grasp."
Dan's voice was as cold as a blade, and his eyes were fixed on An Haoran's lips. The pear vortex was as beautiful as an epiphyllum, but also as short-lived as an epiphyllum. The person in front of him was always so cold and arrogant when facing him.
An invisible high wall was raised. This sense of distance almost radiated from his whole body to his bones. Even every inch of his body, down to every hair, was filled with indifference towards him.
An Haoran remained silent. Once he got close to him, he would stop talking and use this indifference to express his disgust for him. He was so disgusted that he refused to show any emotion.
Dan's heart was full of anger, and he clamped Jing An Haoran's neck with both hands, tightening and tightening again. Seeing that he still didn't react at all, his face gradually turned red, and Dan lowered his hands.
Devil, just now this stone actually called itself a devil. Yes, he is the devil. Being a devil, he will destroy all beautiful light.
Dan's eyes gradually became colder, and a penetrating scarlet oozed out from the bottom of his green eyes. He stepped forward and bit An Haoran's neck until he tasted blood in his mouth, and the fishy smell became more and more intense.
It was thick and filled the entire inside of his mouth. When he felt the person under him groan in pain, Dan came back to his senses.
He slowly let go of An Haoran, and a drop of warmth slid down his lips to his chin. He raised his hand and touched it. There was blood on his fingertips, which was bright red and dazzling.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... An, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just couldn't control my temper..."
An Haoran took a few steps forward expressionlessly, and slowly bent down. As he moved, the blood on his neck dripped down the fair skin on his neck, and fell to the ground with a pop.
A flower of blood bloomed, drop after drop, like a hammer in the quiet room, hitting Dan's heart again and again.
In Dan's green eyes, pain, panic and heartache were intertwined. Unexpectedly, An Haoran picked up the luggage from the sofa.
"You are injured and need to go to the hospital!"
Dan stopped An Haoran
An Haoran ignored him, his eyes were empty, and he just looked ahead. He just wanted to leave this room and leave this devil, and now was obviously the best time.
Seeing that he was still like this, Dan was furious and yelled, "Do you know you are injured? Do you know you will die like this!"
"Oh……"
An Haoran suddenly chuckled, "What does this injury mean?"
He raised his free right hand, turned the palm upward, and waved it in front of Dan's eyes. On it was a scar that ran across the entire palm, disrupting the lines that were naturally engraved on the palm.
His whole life was like this unorganized pattern of life, a mess.
"This scar is the scar you made on my palm. You said you loved me and imprisoned me while destroying my right hand for painting. It was just because I painted other women! All my artistic dreams in this life have been destroyed.
Destroyed by your hands!"
"But... I have found the best doctor to connect your hand... but you don't want to pick up the paintbrush again."
Dan Qiang held on to retort to An Haoran who sneered. He had always liked An Haoran's smile. Ever since he saw his smile as warm as the sun, he greedily wanted to selfishly treat this man with a smile as warm as the sun.
occupy as one's own
It's just that the entanglement between two people is a bloody confrontation, so that until now, this man always looks paralyzed, never smiles, or when he smiles, a coldness hits his face, and the low pressure in the air makes him feel uncomfortable in his chest.
stuffy
An Haoran retracted his hand simply, "Yes, you always do this, while inserting the knife into my body fiercely, torturing my body, and then finding the best doctor to treat me after the torture was all over my body.
, you can’t leave even a little scar, but that’s all because you love my body, and you don’t want to insult your eyes by seeing a little scar on your favorite toy when you’re having sex with me!
The scar on my hand was left because I was careless at the time. But do you know, I actually did it on purpose. I just want to remind myself all the time and want myself to be forever.
Don’t forget the bloody pain of having your dream wings broken off by life.”
As if it was unbearable to bear such resentment, Dan took a step back unconsciously, frowning and looking at An Haoran who finally broke out, crying like blood, and spouting out all the past grudges.
Seeing An Haoran's black shirt collar soaked in blood and shining faintly under the light, Dan felt as if there was blood in his throat, sweet and greasy, and his whole chest was blocked, and he begged, "Go to the hospital quickly!
"
An Haoran snorted coldly, "Dan, if you dare to do anything to Jing Miao and Xiao Bai, you will see what I will destroy. I will do what I say."
After saying that, he never looked at Dan again and walked out of the room.
The door closed without any hesitation, and Dan's eyes moved blankly from the door to the pool of blood on the ground. He felt dizzy for a while, and felt nausea in his stomach. He collapsed on the sofa.