When Fu Yue came home, it was past ten o'clock. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Ji Rong sitting on the sofa with her arms folded, her beautiful lips pursed, like a resentful woman.
Fu Yue was carrying the skewers, and she kicked back the high heels on her feet, "Hey, hey, I bought a barbecue, let's enjoy the skewers together—"
Putting on the high heels, Fu Yue's white and tender feet stepped directly on the floor, and she bent over to look for slippers.
There was a sigh in my ear.
"The ground is cold, don't step on the ground."
In the blink of an eye, she was picked up by the waist. Fu Yue held the barbecue in her hand, her peach blossom eyes were round, and she looked at the man who was holding her.
In all fairness.
Ji Rong looked really good-looking when she was not sick, with splashed ink-like hair reaching her waist, slightly pale complexion, and dazzling and beautiful facial features that seemed to be a breathtaking evildoer.
At this time, Ji Rong's magnificent peach blossom eyes were slightly sad.
He stared at Fu Yue with complicated eyes.
Fu Yue: "? What's wrong with you?"
Ji Rong hugged Fu Yue and put her on the sofa, then shook her head, without saying anything, turned around and got her slippers, then squatted down, held her ankles and put them on for her.
"nothing."
Fu Yue thought Ji Rong was weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong.
She pinched Ji Rong's face twice with her hands, which felt like smooth and tender pudding, Fu Yue reluctantly withdrew her hand.
"Say, what's the matter with you? Is there something on your mind...or is uncle here?"
Fu Yue blinked her eyes wide.
Ji Rong: "..."
He stood up from a half-kneeling position, bent down again, held Fu Yue's face with both hands, and lowered his head to bite her lips, with little force, feathery touch, itchy.
He whispered softly: "A woman without a conscience..."
Fu Yue reached out and patted Ji Rong's hand away in horror, with a dirty expression on her face.
"Ji Rong!! You actually touch my face with your hand that touched my feet?"
"I want to kill you!!!"
Ji Rong: "..."
This woman really has no heart.
As for Yu Li, he just took a look at the fight between Ji Rong and Fu Yue, then quietly withdrew his eyes, went back to his room silently, and closed the door gently.
He just wants to protect her.
As for having her... never thought about it.
The killer who has always been emotionally indifferent lowered his eyes, hiding in a small world of a person, hiding the feelings in his heart that he never showed to the outside.
He is an existence hidden in the darkest corner. He doesn't see the sun, doesn't like the noise in the world, and has long been used to being alone.
He had already foreseen his own ending, and died a dull and lonely death.
…
The stone-like rule regained its energy and became a gleaming stone.
"Okay, I can send you back. To put it simply, you can only be regarded as having come out of your body and come to this world. In the original world, nothing has changed, only an hour or two has passed. Understand?"
"To give a simple example, didn't Yu Li cut his hair now, and he will still look the same when he goes back."
With such an explanation, it is easy to understand.
Fu Yue slapped the rule expressionlessly, ruthlessly: "Don't be pushy, just hit it straight, and send us back."
Rule: "... oh!"
Time and space change. Everything around is still and gradually fades, and the world that gradually becomes blurred becomes clear again.
When Fu Yue opened her eyes again, she found that she was lying on her stomach with a pair of slender arms around her waist.
It was pitch black all around.
Only then did Fu Yue realize that she seemed to have fallen behind the rockery before passing through, no wonder it was so dark here.
The hands clasping her waist tightened tightly.
Fu Yue suffocated for a while, and hit the opponent's head with his backhand.
"Ji Rong, let me go."
The man snorted, and his sexy low magnetic voice overflowed his thin lips.
Fu Yue's face was expressionless: "Don't shout so ecstatically, those who don't know would think that I did something wrong to you..."
The words are not finished yet.
The back of Fu Yue's head was held, and the world spun for a while. The man's slender figure was pressed down, and the fragrant cold fragrance filled his lips and teeth.
Indistinct.
The man's voice was close to his ears, low and pleasant, "Chu Chu said the opposite, I wanted to do something wrong to you."