: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (23)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (23)

Warm and gentle, like treating the most precious treasure in the world.

The window was open, and the hazy translucent curtains flew silently.

The man held the clothes randomly, smelling and rubbing them. Soon the smell slowly passed away, and then he reluctantly put them aside.

Later, he shifted his attention to the owner of the clothes.

Yan Ran was sleeping on the big bed in the center of the room, kicking on her leather shoes. She was huddled under the quilt, with only a little bit of her head and half of her face exposed, and she was holding a pillow in her arms.

It belonged to Fu Ji, because Yan Ran wouldn't let go of him, so he had to use a pillow to replace it.

As soon as she came back, she fell asleep, wrapped herself in a quilt and slept soundly.

The carpet was thick and soft, and Fu Ji quietly stepped forward and came to the bedside.

Yan Ran is actually very thin. She bulges out a little when she is covered with quilt when lying on the bed. She also likes to curl up. She is already thin, and curling up takes up less space.

He had a small face and narrow shoulders. When he fell asleep with his eyes closed, he looked impossibly clean. He especially missed the angel he had dreamed about when he was a child.

It would be great if I could be so quiet and well-behaved forever.

Fu Ji lowered his head and looked at Yan Ran in the bed.

Compared with the light smell on the clothes, it is a bit stronger here.

After he reacted, his nose was already touching Yan Ran's face.

The soft and white cheeks are sunken inward by the tall nose, like dimples.

The lingering light fragrance blends into the night wind and the coolness of the moonlight, flying and spreading, spreading into the depths of the senses like a fantasy.

Fu Ji's Adam's apple rolled hard, and as soon as he lowered his voice, hot air sprayed on Yan Ran's face, creating a faint blush.

"You hugged me, I have to hug you back."

He said this to the drunk man confidently and made up an excuse for himself.

After saying that, he immediately took out the pillow occupying his position and threw it on the ground.

Hugging Yan Ran tightly into his arms, his eyes concealed deep and turbulent emotions. His Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and he lowered his eyes to cover up all the emotions.

Fu Ji hugged Yan Ran tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to merge into his bones and blood. His fingertips rubbed the back of her head, as if he wanted to crush something into his own bones and blood, feeling each other's breathing and heartbeat.

His cold fingers pressed against Yan Ran's face, and his eyes shone with admiration.

"Brother Yan, you are so warm."

It was so warm that he wished he could continue like this.

This time, his mood fluctuated quite a bit.

Because he learned not to let go.

This was an unfair hug, because Yan Ran only hugged him for a short while, but he hugged Yan Ran all night long.

Poor Yan Ran, when she woke up, not only did her head hurt from a hangover, but her body was sore because she hadn't stretched all night.

There was no one around him. When he saw the blackening level, Yan Ran was shocked. He didn't even know when it dropped to 75!

Yan Ran quickly asked the system: [What did I do yesterday?!]

System: [You forced the protagonist into a hug.]

Yan Ran was shocked: [What?! I raped the protagonist?!]

System: [Yes, you hugged the protagonist to your death yesterday and refused to let go. You looked like a stinky gangster. 】

Yan Ran:【……】

She was scared to death, she thought...

However, Yan Ran realized that she didn't have that weapon either! So what was she worried about?

She smelled the clothes she wore for the night and found that they smelled of alcohol, which was extremely unpleasant. She quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a hot bath for five minutes, Yan Ran was immediately radiant. She looked in the mirror, posed a few poses, and sighed: "I'm so handsome, I almost love myself to death."

System: [Ugh!]

Yan Ran: [Just be envious, this beautiful face does not belong to you.]

System: [Heh.]

Yan Ran applied toner on his face and combed his hair twice before going downstairs.

The good mood quickly came to an end when faced with the "breakfast of love" on the dining table.

Who knows, eating poisonous food every day can really kill you.

Yan Ran: [System, are you there? 】

System: [If you have something to say, I can’t help with big things, but I don’t want to help with small things.]

Yan Ran:【...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?】

System: [I don’t know how to tell fortunes, and I can’t say what you want to hear.]

Yan Ran:【……】

System: [Hehe.]

Yan Ran knew that the system was unreliable, and she cried like a poached egg in her heart. On the surface, she still ate in a reserved and elegant manner.

First bite, yue.

The second bite, yue.

…

While Fu Ji was clearing the dishes in the kitchen, Yan Ran skillfully picked up the stomach medicine and took two pills. She showed a very heavy expression. If she continued like this, she would go crazy sooner or later.

After Fu Ji finished cleaning up, Yan Ran was sitting on the sofa, watching the news.

He paused and tilted his head, "Aren't you going to the company today?"

Yan Ran's eyes moved away from the TV and rested on the man's face, "It's a day off today."

Fu Ji nodded. He took crayons and drawing paper from the study and sat on the carpet to draw.

Yan Ran was sitting next to him watching the news. Although the two of them did not communicate, the atmosphere did not feel awkward at all. There was a strange harmony inexplicably.

Fu Ji has a face that is good at painting, but in fact the paintings he draws are really indescribable, just like the food he cooks, it's a mess.

Of course, this is only for Yan Ran.

In fact, Fu Ji's paintings are very good, but the style is too weird, too dark, and it will make you feel suffocated after watching it for a long time.

So Yan Ran doesn't like it.

He likes to use three colors when painting, black, white, and red. These three colors together give people a thick, dark and twisted feeling, like a black vortex, which can absorb people's souls.

Go in.

Every time Fu Ji draws, he gets involved easily and vents all his emotions on the paintings, but this time he was a little absent-minded.

Just like now, he accidentally picked up the wrong crayon. Because of the addition of a warm color to the originally dark painting, the color and vision suddenly changed, abrupt and appropriate.

He felt that the color was extremely eye-catching and ugly. When he was about to tear it off, Yan Ran suddenly spoke.

"A movie will be released today, and it seems to be quite popular."

Fu Ji paused for a moment and looked straight at the past.

The person with cold white skin pursed her lips, and her soft, dark hair hung in front of her forehead. This made her look like a college student, clean and pure.

She didn't look at Fu Ji, her face was dignified, and her thin white fingers were twisted together unconsciously, showing her nervousness.

"It's a horror movie with a very popular theme. I saw the trailer and it seems pretty good. Do you want to watch it?"

Yan Ran's tone was very natural, as if she just mentioned it casually, and she didn't care even if she was rejected. She was sitting upright and dignified, but it still made people feel the injustice inside her.

Fu Ji was silent, came over for a while, and then said, "Can I refuse?"

Yan Ran pursed her lips and turned to look at Fu Ji. His face was almost transparent and white, his eyes were dim, and the sunlight that came in failed to give him any warmth, like a piece of cold jade.

Yan Ran: If you refuse, I will cry for you!
Chapter completed!