Mo Xiaoran looked at the knife that was shot down by himself, and then glanced at An Ran who was still shocked, "You only have this ability. If you have the ability, take a Swiss army knife and chop it on your neck, a small little one."
What kind of play is the fruit knife?”
Her tone was a little unhappy. In fact, she didn't want to knock her knife off, but she just wanted to see what An Ran would do and see how she would make a fool of herself...
But she was afraid, and An Ran really wanted to cut it off... In that case, the one who reacted the most intensely would definitely be Huang Xiaojue, and in the end she was the only one who was sad.
An Ran was stunned for a moment, calmed down his emotions and returned to his ordinary and elegant appearance. "You are the one who is really acting now, Mo Xiaoran, you are obviously very afraid and are escaping in this way!"
She smiled meaningfully, still in a proud and arrogant manner, shook her hair straight, and walked around Mo Xiaoran out of the ward.
As soon as An Ran left, Mo Xiaoran collapsed on the hospital bed like a deflated ball, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.
An Ran is right... She is just afraid. If it weren't for fear, she wouldn't have come in before, waiting outside the door leisurely for Huang Xiaojue to say that she loves her or doesn't love her, instead of coming in and interrupting them.
If it weren't for fear, she wouldn't have had to kindly knock off the knife in An Ran's hand. Mankang smiled and urged her to commit suicide immediately, instead of just a simple sarcasm to An Ran.
Huang Xiaojue glanced at the little man sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad face, smiled evilly, walked over with a big stride, pressed her down on the bed, and looked at her with deep brown eyes, "Why did you give her face just now
?”
He was referring to why he had to knock out the knife in An Ran's hand.
Mo Xiaoran turned her head and did not look at him. She didn't want to fall into his deep and charming brown eyes. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled very far-fetchedly, "I'm afraid she will commit suicide, you will be sad... Look, I know you so much
.”
"Understand?" He frowned, the smile on the corner of his mouth became helpless, and his fingers gently stroked her lips, "Wife, if this is considered 'understanding', I ask you not 'understand' me."
Mo Xiaoran was stunned, then suddenly sat up and crashed into his arms. Before she could stabilize her body, she looked up quickly, her black eyes blinked, and looked at him pitifully, with a coquettish tone in her tone
Charm, “What do you mean?”
"Don't you understand?" He hugged her on his legs, wrapped around her waist, and was extremely doting. "I won't have any objection to Anran."
Although he didn't want to hurt An Ran... But if Xiaoran was wronged and wanted to do something... how could he refuse?
"Really?" Mo Xiaoran stared at him half-believingly, with his little paws grasping the corner of his clothes, and his whole body stuck to his arms like a kitten, "Then I ask you, if I didn't come in just now, would you?
Will...will you say..."
Would you say you don't love me?
When she said this, she suddenly got stuck, her delicate and fair face was dyed with an ambiguous blush, and her pink lips were slightly open, but she couldn't spit out a word.