As Zheng Yifan spoke, he stretched his palm to Mu Ru, and then whispered: "Mu Ru, why can't you understand my true feelings? Could it be that you really have to be like your cousin, so that you can remember him?"

Mu Ru felt sad after hearing this. Looking at the blood bubbles on Zheng Yifan's palms and fingers, she couldn't help but remember the scene when she was in the dark and damp hut last night. If Zheng Yifan hadn't arrived to save her in time, she might still be in Leng Leiting's hand now. Maybe he would have tapped her head or hit her again for Xi Muxue's whereabouts.

Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but feel warm. Zheng Yifan was able to come to her so quickly last night and could find ways to rescue him at all costs. To put it bluntly, she really treated her as a friend.

So she couldn't help but reach out and hold his hand, carefully rubbing the blood bubbles gently on the clear and transparent eyes gradually fogged, and asked softly: "It hurts very much, doesn't it?"

After hearing her soft words, Zheng Yifan lowered his eyes and looked at her with a little obsessive look. He grabbed her hand with his backhand, held it in the palm of his hand, and then slowly pulled it to his chest and said softly: "The hand doesn't hurt so much, but it hurts here."

Mu Ru's cold fingers were pulled to his chest by Zheng Yifan, and instantly touched the skin on his chest. When the cold and cold touched in an instant, she was so scared that she instinctively wanted to shrink her hand back.

However, Zheng Yifan grabbed it and pressed it tightly on his chest. In his chest, the healthy heart was beating forcefully, conveying it to Mu Ru's heart through Mu Ru's palm, making Mu Ru's face red to his ears in an instant.

Zheng Yifan looked at her blushing face and couldn't help but chuckled, getting closer and closer, gently lifting her hair that was still covered with just washed hair, looking at the slightly dry lips under her fair and small nose.

After all, he did not resist the temptation. He lowered his head, pressed his forehead against her forehead, and his nose tip against her nose, and his thin lips slowly printed onto her lips...

Mu Ru's lips were dry and soft. She had just taken a shower and had a faint fragrance on her body. He couldn't help but suck it greedily, and spit out the tip of her thick tongue, wanting to gently describe the outline of her lips.

Mu Ru was stunned because her hand was pressed against his chest and felt his strong heartbeat, so he didn't react when his forehead pressed against hers, but-

When Zheng Yifan's thin lips pressed against her pink lips, her originally drooping eyelashes suddenly raised, and her whole body reacted completely. So she immediately withdrew from his chest, raised it quickly, and quickly pushed his head away.

She took a step back a little and couldn't help but cover her chest with her hands because she obviously felt her heartbeat was accelerating, as if she had just run down eight hundred meters in a row.

She raised her head and looked at Zheng Yifan standing there with a wounded face. She felt a little guilty immediately, so she couldn't help but walk forward, tiptoe, hung his shoulders on both hands, and kissed him on the cheek: "Zheng Yifan, thank you!"
Chapter completed!