After Anli was slapped by Yan Xiaolan, she was stunned on the spot, looking at Shangguan Wudao pitifully. Her eyes were full of hope and inquiry. Shangguan Wudao looked at her, paused, and raised his hand with one hand.
After waving, Anli finally breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously left the office.
"You, please stop torturing yourself, okay?"
After watching Anli leave, Yan Xiaolan stared at Shangguan Wudao for half a minute. A faint sadness and sadness settled between the two of them as time passed by. Well, in the end, it was Yan Xiaolan who
Xiaolan couldn't bear it at first. Under Shangguan Wudao's eyes that were full of lust or something else, she had to turn around and face the lights of the city under her eyes.
As Yan Xiaolan turned around, her thin figure facing the night scene outside the window immediately appeared in front of Shangguan Wudao. Shangguan Wudao, who originally wanted to get angry, couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.
, his drunkenness also sobered up a bit.
After a moment of silence, Shangguan Wudao took a step forward and stood side by side with Yan Xiaolan seemingly naturally, "I have whatever I want, why should I torture myself and bring trouble?!"
"I'm sorry, without your consent, before you came back, I stole something you care about."
Looking down at the night view of Hangzhou, Yan Xiaolan pursed her lips and confessed to Shangguan Wudao that she read the note in his small wooden box.
"Haha, a person like me who has been among thousands of flowers and never touched a leaf, how can I care about anything?" Completely unaware of what Yan Xiaolan meant, Shangguan Wudao chuckled, as if he was mocking himself.
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"Well, it's just that the note in the small wooden box was not written by you?" Yan Xiaolan asked anxiously.
"What? Did you read the note in the little wooden box?"
When Shangguan Wudao heard Yan Xiaolan talk about the small wooden box, he went crazy. He grabbed Yan Xiaolan's skirt and pressed her against the glass window without any explanation.
"I didn't mean it, please let go -"
Yan Xiaolan's body was tightly restrained by Shangguan Wudao's hands, and she was about to suffocate. What was even worse was that the position Shangguan Wudao was holding was still on her breast, which made her feel as embarrassed as she could.
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"You want me to let you go? Impossible! No one who has seen that note can survive in this world."
Shangguan Wudao was like a murderer who was discovered after killing someone, staring at Yan Xiaolan with fearful and determined eyes. And as he spoke, he tightened the hand holding Yan Xiaolan's hand.
The strength of her hands gradually lifted Yan Xiaolan's body against the glass window.
Yan Xiaolan struggled hard, beating Shangguan Wudao's big hand that was grabbing her clothes and lifting her body up gradually. Her eyes were full of pain, and her breathing became more and more difficult.
"Then, that's not a shameful thing. You, why do you need to kill people and silence them?"
Although Yan Xiaolan was breathing heavily, she still held her breath and spoke with difficulty, trying to convince Shangguan Wudao.
"Don't think I'll change my mind. You have to die tonight! Because only the dead can keep secrets forever. If you want to blame, just blame your curiosity for seeing something you shouldn't have seen. That wooden box