: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (39)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (39)

Fu Ji didn't know what to say. The fingers hanging by his side slowly clenched, and his heart had already become uncontrollable.

The rain has not stopped, and has even intensified. No one is passing by in the alley. I don't know how long it will take to wait for the rain to stop. Anyway, the car is not very far away, only a few minutes away.

Yan Ran quickly decided: "Let's run over."

Before Fu Ji could react, Yan Ran took off the dark gray double-breasted coat and put it over their heads.

He only felt a tightening on his shoulders, and was pushed forward by a force - it was Yan Ran's hand. Due to the height problem, Fu Ji's front view was almost blocked by his clothes until he held up his clothes.

one place.

One is tall and the other is short, Yan Ran's hand firmly grasps his arm, intimate, and there is his warmth inside the coat, which is warm and fragrant, with the humidity after the rain.

Their shoes stepped in the puddles, splashing water and wetting their clothes. The coat firmly blocked the rain on the upper body.

Yan Ran seemed to be afraid that he would get wet, and always moved closer to him, with their heads pressed together. The hot air sprayed out between his breaths, and the hazy fragrance evaporated, all made him feel trembling and frightened.

In fact, if he puts his arms around Yan Ran's waist, the distance between the two people will be closer, and at the same time, more rain can be blocked.

But he didn't move, his hands were behind his back and clenched into fists.

When they got to the car, both of them were a little wet. Fu Ji was okay, only his pants were wet and his upper body was dry.

Yan Ran took a few clean towels from the trunk. In comparison, Yan Ran had more wet areas. Her shoulders were wet and her arms were also wet because she was wearing a light-colored sweater.

, so the wet area is very obvious.

Fu Ji looked at Yan Ran who was wiping the rainwater in the rearview mirror. Something seemed to be disintegrating in his eyes. The darkness caused a small ripple like a tidal wave, but he soon returned to calm.

[Ding! The villain’s degree of darkness has reached 79%!]

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Since the last time he got caught in the rain, Yan Ran had successfully caught a cold. He took a test and found that it was a low fever.

She took two pills and almost vomited them several times while eating the breakfast made by Fu Ji, but in the end she swallowed them while suppressing her nausea.

By night, it was already early morning.

Fu Ji fell asleep lying on the bed. The door to the room was pushed open from the outside. There was a lamp on the bedside table. As soon as footsteps sounded, Fu Ji opened his eyes, clear and clear without any trace of sleepiness.

He sat up from the bed. Yan Ran's steps were a little weak, and she walked to the bedside. Under Fu Ji's gaze, she opened her arms and weakly hugged him, resting her face on his shoulder, breathing softly.

Fu Ji smelled the smell of alcohol. With Yan Ran unconscious, he couldn't hold back his seemingly gentle smile and straightened the corners of his mouth.

With a hint of impatience, he was just about to pull Yan Ran away. At this time, the dazed Yan Ran hugged him tighter, and her hot breath sprayed on his ears.

After forming a habit in the past few days, Yan Ran put her arms around Fu Ji's neck and left a gentle kiss on the corners of his lips that were tightly pursed and cold, like a feather.

The scorching heat seemed to melt the ice.

Her breathing was shaky and her voice was weak and hoarse. Perhaps she was the most confused. She said very softly, "Why are you still waiting for me..."

Fu Ji sat up quickly just now. Yan Ran saw the way he was sitting when he came in and thought Fu Ji was still waiting for her to come back.

These words made Fu Ji's face freeze, and then his expression turned gloomy.

The big hands firmly grasped the two thin arms, pulled the arms around the neck away, and even pushed the people away.

Yan Ran was very obedient and didn't move. He pulled her away almost effortlessly.

But even so, he still felt hot, not only in his body, but also in his heart.

The eyes he looked at Yan Ran became darker and darker, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart.

Yan Ran has been confused for a long time, her rationality has been thrown thousands of miles away, and her current posture seems to make her feel very uncomfortable.

She tried hard to pull her hand away, but Fu Ji's grip was so tight that Yan Ran couldn't pull it out several times.

Later, Yan Ran's finger accidentally pricked Fu Ji's eye. His hand subconsciously loosened, and Yan Ran broke away and fell down on the soft bed on the side.

One of Fu Ji's eyes turned red, and he blinked hard several times before he felt better.

He turned around and saw Yan Ran curled up in the quilt like a cooked shrimp. Her hair was soaked with cold sweat. She frowned tightly in pain. She closed her eyes. Under the dim and warm yellow light, that

Zhang's overly beautiful and dignified face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

He reached out and touched it, and his cold fingertips were almost melted by the too hot temperature.

Fu Ji stretched out his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat that kept falling from Yan Ran's forehead due to pain. Under the warm yellow light, half of his handsome face turned into an intoxicating tenderness, and he whispered in a feigned worry,

"Brother Yan, do you have a cold?"

He asked nonsense, which person with normal body temperature would have such a fever?

Fu Ji's fingers were very cold, and it was very comfortable to touch Yan Ran. She couldn't help but rub her forehead gently against the palm of his hand, as if in response to his words, with an unexpectedly well-behaved and suffocating vulnerability.

Fu Ji gently touched her wet hair, and put his dry and soft lips on her face to feel her temperature and trembling.

He held Yan Ran in his arms as if he were holding a stove. The temperature on his body was too low. Under this extreme contrast, the hot and warm temperature made him particularly nostalgic, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Voice.

And Yan Ran came closer to him because of the cold temperature on his body, attracted each other, and hugged each other so tightly that even a thin piece of paper could not be inserted, as if they were the most intimate lovers in the world.

He was close to Yan Ran's face, his dark eyes were almost eerily bright, and his voice was full of admiration, as if he had discovered some treasure.

He said: "Brother Yan, you are so warm."

Smell the light fragrance, like flower buds just blooming in spring, mixed with heat, mixed together, like intoxicating wine.

Through the clothes, Yan Ran's body temperature quickly warmed Fu Ji, and he was even a little warm.

He didn't let go, and even tightened his arms.

Fu Ji was still thinking about it the second before he fell asleep.

This fire is really incredibly warm.

Yan Ran slept all night, but not only did her body temperature not drop, but her fever became even worse.

Fu Ji was woken up by the heat, and he couldn't bear to let go all night.

He lowered his head and found that Yan Ran was shaking.

Yan Ran seemed to be cold, but her body was very hot.

Really sending warmth hehe
Chapter completed!