Jiang Fu fell asleep after dinner. He has always had a light sleep since he became an artist, but this time he was so groggy that he couldn't notice any movement at all.
He didn't open his eyes in a daze until he smelled a pungent smell in his nostrils.
Mo Xuan, who was squatting in front of him, withdrew the spray, and she looked at Jiang Fu intently, the fascination in her eyes was undisguised.
"Fufu, you're awake."
Her voice is sweeter than before, like a little girl in love.
Jiang Fu blinked and said slowly.
"I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water."
Mo Xuan froze for a moment, turned around and poured him a glass of water, and put it near his mouth to feed him.
Jiang Fu drank more than half of the glass to indicate that it was okay, but Mo Xuan still stubbornly fed him. Jiang Fu turned his head to avoid it, and the transparent water flowed down his chin into the collarbone socket, soaking the pajamas on his body.
He was still dressed as when he was sleeping, the soft blue fine-check pajamas were crumpled during the movement, his hands tied with a silk scarf set off a slender white forearm, and his hands were lazily Curled up, her well-defined knuckles are like fine suet jade, shiny and beautiful.
A small piece of wet collar stuck to his collarbone. He lowered his head and rubbed it with his chin in some discomfort. Instead of wiping off the wet collar, he wiped off the button of the collar, revealing a tiny snow-white patch all over the place. Ambiguous red marks.
Mo Xuan clutched the empty cup in her hand, tried her best to suppress the extreme excitement surging in her heart, and asked softly.
"Fufu, aren't you afraid that I'll put something in it?"
Self-defeating Jiang Fu had no choice but to stop his movements, and replied absent-mindedly.
"Even if you let it go, you will only hate me even more for not being able to do whatever you want with me, so you won't do it."
Mo Xuan smiled and said softly.
"You're right, I don't want to treat you with those cold toys, but I can't enter you, and I can't enjoy you. Fufu, tell me, what should I do?"
The scarlet nails gently scratched Jiang Fu's side face, as if he was afraid of accidentally scratching, Mo Xuan's voice was full of troubles that he couldn't ask for, and mixed with pent-up irritability.
Jiang Fu remained silent and did not speak, like a docile young deer, giving up all struggles and escapes.
Mo Xuan approached him obsessively, but she didn't dare to get too close, she could only taste the smell of him deeply, like an addict/gentleman who had restrained for many years was suddenly wrapped in bliss, trembling and at a loss for a moment.
"I have loved you for a long time, Fufu. I have met many boys before, but they are not as good-looking as you when they smile, and they are not as beautiful as you when they cry. You are unique."
Mo Xuan's pointed nails slowly slid down, depicting every inch of his outline.
"Later, I tried my best to become your artist. You don't know how happy I am. I didn't want to do anything at first. I just want you to get used to relying on me. I want to be your closest and most trusted person. Of course I do It's here, but since Yuan Chen appeared, I'm not reconciled to it, because he can touch you, but I can't."
Mo Xuan's voice was a little lower, overflowing with crazy jealousy and resentment.
Her nails pinched Jiang Fu's beautifully curved side neck, which was the hickey mark left by Yuan Chen. Jiang Fu still felt hot when she sucked it, and the deliberately deep nails made Jiang Fu frowned slightly.
He raised his eyes to look at Mo Xuan, there was no hatred of being betrayed in his dark eyes, nor was there any intimacy in the past, but he spoke calmly as if he was treating a stranger.
"You pinched me in pain."
"Fufu, I just pinched you and you can't take it anymore. What about Yuanchen, how did he treat you? Use his things to stuff your back, tear you apart and occupy you, you must cry out in pain but you didn't stop him."
The female voice mixed with anger was sharp and piercing, and Mo Xuan was trembling with anger. Her fingernails were randomly pulling on Jiang Fu's buttons, and she stubbornly wanted to face the charming scene that made her jealous to the point of madness.
"Fufu! I was the one who met you first, and he was the third person who broke into our world!"
The sound of buttons cracking was mixed with Mo Xuan's anger. Jiang Fu's pajamas were ripped loose, and the exposed half of his white and greasy chest was like smudged snow. Predatory desire and a violent urge to cover that trace.
"You picked the wrong iris."
Jiang Fu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
Mo Xuan was startled, subconsciously stopped her movements and asked.
"Where is wrong?"
Jiang Fu raised his head slightly, his delicate face was full of seriousness that was incompatible with the current atmosphere.
"When I was filming that scene in the crew, the irises were actually just props, fake flowers. Later, every time Fu Xian kept the irises, in order to distinguish them from real flowers, he would cut off half of the bottom petals. , but yours doesn't."
As if a detective is revealing his investigative heart step by step, uncovering the murderer's shoddy frame, he continued.
"There are also Fu Xian's characters. You should have imitated them many times. They are indeed exactly the same. But when Fu Xian and I were filming variety shows, during the friendly time before we exposed him, we mentioned the "Scattered Girl" in our chats. He said that there are too many people typing with his font now, so he said that if he wants to write some meaningful words by hand, he will switch to another completely different font to show his treasure.”
Jiang Fu paused, pinched his knuckles casually, and stopped looking at her as if he lost interest.
"For example, the head and blood king, these two names are very special to him."
After reacting for quite a while, Mo Xuan smiled slowly, with unexpected joy in her expression.
"Since you knew it a long time ago, why didn't you say it at the time? Fufu, you must want to protect me, right? You also want to take this opportunity to drive Yuan Chen away and drive him out of our world."
Jiang Fu shook his head, interrupting her fantasy mercilessly.
"Before just now, I really didn't know that it was you. I thought that the person who sent the USB flash drive was indeed someone from the program group, so I wanted to wait for Yuan Yuan to find out before I told him."
Mo Xuan's complexion changed, and she suddenly became ugly. She sneered and said bitterly triumphantly.
"Fufu, he won't come back, he won't come back again, no one can come to save you."
Jiang Fu looked at her with a bit of wariness in his eyes.
"Mo Xuan, what do you mean?"
"I'm so fufu that you even call me by my first name. It seems that Yuan Chen has really bewitched you."
Mo Xuan laughed back angrily, and said viciously and cheerfully.
"I hired someone to kill him. The gang said they were going to run him over or kill him. Fufu, what do you think I mean?"
After hearing her words, Jiang Fu's face did not show the slightest panic.
Of course he is very relieved, this is Yuan Chen's spiritual world, how could Yuan Chen put himself in danger.
Seeing that his face remained unchanged, Mo Xuan frowned and asked suspiciously.
"Why, you don't worry about him at all?"
"Of course don't worry, Yuan Yuan will definitely come to save me."
Even though Jiang Fu himself had been transferred to a strange place by Mo Xuan, and Yuan Chen was blocked somewhere by the people she hired, but Jiang Fu's understatement was still full of trust and determination.
Mo Xuan was hurt by his blind intimacy, she pinched Jiang Fu's chin, and her pointed nails dug into Jiang Fu's skin, leaving bright marks quickly.
Jiang Fu frowned and struggled for a while, and was immediately slapped severely by the emotional Mo Xuan.
The scorching pain made Jiang Fu's head tilt to one side, and his body could not help but tilted to the sofa.
There was a moment of silence in the whole room, and even the sound of breathing suddenly disappeared.
Mo Xuan stared blankly at the red and swollen palm marks on his white and greasy cheeks, and looked at her trembling hands in bewilderment, feeling the numbness still lingering.
She actually hit Jiang Fu
Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly rolled with big tears. She staggered on her knees and moved forward a few steps, trying to get a closer look at Jiang Fu's situation, but she was tortured by the sudden sense of guilt. dare not touch.
She sat slumped on the ground, covering her face in pain, and tears kept oozing from her fingers.
"Yeah... sorry... I, I didn't mean to..."
The unrequited love has fermented into a twisted madness under years of suppression. Compared with Fu Xian, she is more restrained and forbearing, but once it breaks out, the vengeance that belongs to a woman is no less than that of a ferocious beast. weak.
Jiang Fu touched the left cheek with the tip of his tongue, and the faint smell of blood made him frown slightly.
Mo Xuan seemed to have destroyed her beloved with her own hands, and burst into tears disregarding her image, her delicate face was stained with tears, showing a look of embarrassment that she had never seen before.
Taking advantage of her collapse, Jiang Fu wanted to stand up and check his surroundings, but Mo Xuan grabbed his ankle, like a lingering cold snake.
"Fufu, where do you want to go? I love you so much, my bedroom is full of photos of you, and there are puppets that are exactly like you, but they are not as warm and vivid as you, not at all. Do you remember When Officer Yuan came to my house for the first time? You said someone stuffed your body, I ran to the bathroom and imagined you in the bathroom and reached an orgasm."
Mo Xuan's obsessive tone was full of trembling excitement, which was enough to trigger physical forms of excitement.
Jiang Fu frowned, silently watching her eyes full of indifference and disgust.
This kind of gaze was like a fuse that caused Mo Xuan's emotions to explode suddenly. She kissed Jiang Fu's knee in despair and humbleness, and her convulsive hands clutched his flesh through the thin pajamas.
"Don't look at me like that, Fufu, please, don't look at me like that."
After a while, Jiang Fu lowered his gaze, unwilling to look at her again.
Mo Xuan cried and laughed and talked to herself for a long time, trapped in her imaginary world and unable to extricate herself, Jiang Fu's hands were tied up, and her calf was also tightly hugged by her, unable to use force to kick him away.
He glanced around the room from the corner of his eye, secretly thinking about how to get out.
While concentrating, he suddenly heard several consecutive gunshots from the door, and the overwhelmed lock was completely broken after a few seconds, and then the door was kicked open vigorously.
Jiang Fu looked at Fu Xian who suddenly appeared at the door in surprise, before he had time to react, his knees suddenly sank.
Mo Xuan lay powerlessly on his knees, thick fresh blood poured out from the back of her head that had been pierced by bullets, while the pain of remorse and self-blame remained on her face, and tears still flowed warmly into the fresh blood.
The blue fine-check pajamas were stained with a strong bloody smell, and the soaked place was stained with a rust-like dull color, decadent and shocking.
Jiang Fu stretched out his bound hands and pushed Mo Xuan's body aside, then looked at Fu Xian coldly and said.
"You killed someone."