A deliberately suppressed cough seemed a bit rapid, and the painful cough was suppressed by the silver-haired boy in his throat, but he could not suppress the heart-wrenching pain.
At the fork in the dark yellow alley, the boy suppressed his dry cough, as if he was afraid that others would hear his pain.
When the two figures were no longer under the street lamp, he turned around. The tall figure was a little lonely.
In the dark corner of the fork, a few still smoking cigarette butts were left, just lying there quietly, indifferent.
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"Bang bang bang..."
"Han Yin, are you at home?" Pulling Yan Yeyi, I knocked violently on the long-lost door, and the entire empty corridor echoed with my impatient knocking.
There seemed to be no one in the house. It was so late. Where could my mother go?
"Auntie is not at home." Just when I was distressed, Yan Yeyi, who was breathing heavily, leaned against the wall weakly, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket with trembling hands and handed them to me.
"Idiot, this is not your house." Just as I was about to smash the key back to him, a small plastic sun on the key ring caught my attention.
"This is mom's key." Before I could think too much, my nervous system had already controlled me. When I came to the door, the room was dark, and Ah Fu seemed not to be there either.
"Yan Yeyi, where is my mother?" I helped him to the sofa while looking worriedly into the space.
How did Yan Yeyi know that my mother was not at home? And she even had my mother’s key? She was immediately hit with question marks.
"Auntie, she's fine, she..."
"Okay, okay... I just know she's fine. Don't say anything."
Yan Ye curled up on the sofa, his whole body trembling. He grabbed the sofa uncomfortably, cold sweat was pouring out from his face, and his sexy lips were bloodshot from his bite.
Seeing him being tortured, I interrupted him. I could only stand there helpless and worried.
What should I do, what should I do, what should I do... More greetings almost burst my head.
"Ah!" When I finally found the method for the hidden poison attack, Yan Yeyi's painful muffled voice made me impatient again.
"Yan Yeyi, you deserve it, you deserve it!" Sitting next to him, I hit him with a pillow angrily and angrily. Originally, why should I take drugs and have so many beautiful women accompany me?
"Damn duck, you'd better die." Thinking of those charming dancers leaning against him, he felt sick in his heart.