This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 471 The Real World (34)

Now Shen Yue really didn't know what to do.

Maybe it's serious, or maybe it's expected.

Sang Fan likes her.

Shen Yue wasn't too surprised, and could see it, but she was not sure.

To be honest, Shen Yue had never seen a boy as big as 1.9 meters cry so badly, and felt like he was going to cry in the next second, sobbing and sobbing, as if he was being bullied miserably.

Shen Yue closed her eyes, and after a while, raised her hand with difficulty to touch Sang Fan's face, it was wet, his hair was short, it was a bit prickly to touch, and it was also wet, probably sweating from crying.

What is this all about.

Shen Yue wiped the tears on his face with her hands, but the effect was minimal, the backs and palms of her hands were wet, and there was still a sobbing sound from Sang Fan's throat.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't be so cruel to you..." He hugged the girl tightly, as if wanting to melt her into his own blood, a low and faint cry came from his throat, and his face was covered with mottled tears , "In the future, I will not speak so loudly in the future, I am good, I am obedient...don't go..."

It is undeniable that in the face of such Sang Fan, Shen Yue couldn't be as calm as water. His tears were too hot and too turbulent, as if they were going to be drowned with her.

Shen Yue blinked her eyes, pressed Sang Fan's shoulder with her wet hand, stood on tiptoe with difficulty, leaned over strangely, and kissed his chin proactively.

A tear just happened to condense on the chin.

Shen Yue kissed it, it was a little salty and bitter.

Sang Fan's crying gradually died down, he was stunned for a while, as if he was stupid, he lowered his head, obviously he didn't speak, but the helplessness and anxiety in his eyes hurt his life.

He whimpered like a wild beast, and wailed for the girl:
"Yueyue."

Shen Yue hummed softly, and her slender and beautiful fingers like white jade grabbed the fabric on Sang Fan's shoulders, her blue blood vessels protruding, fragile and bewitching.

The voice is very soft, like a feather fluttering down.

"I'm here."

Sang Fan tightened his arms, almost imprisoning her in his arms, bent over and kissed Shen Yue's face urgently, flustered, and rudely.

Thin hemp, like a big net,
He entangled her tightly, sticky and thick.

Shen Yue was almost picked up by Sang Fan's waist, and she stood on tiptoe with difficulty, only her toes barely landed on the ground, her calves were trembling, and her pale and sickly face showed a confused and ignorant expression.

Isn't it good to talk.

Why did you suddenly kiss me?

such……

How can you do this?

Shen Yue tightly grabbed the cloth on Sang Fan's shoulders, her fingertips were hot and trembling slightly, as if trying to hide her inexplicable emotions.

Then, she pushed Sang Fan's shoulder hard with her hands, the fabric was ripped by her, and the gray fabric was piled between the slender white fingers, and it felt like it would be torn if it was pulled any further.

As if feeling Shen Yue's struggle and resentment, he didn't let go, but moved his head back a little.

Shen Yue was completely dazed, her face was so hot that it was about to smoke, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face, this wonderful color was like a brushstroke of paint.

Before her brain could react, a drop of moisture came from her face.

Shen Yue blinked her eyes, first startled, then looked up, and saw the boy who finally stopped his tears started crying again.

His back was trembling slightly with the faint cry when he spoke, and the words became blurred with the falling of the water droplets.

"You, you push me away...you hate me, right...do you hate me to death..."

He was so sad that he was dying, his usually proud face was full of despair, the tears in his eyes were like floods bursting a bank, "I, I'm so sad..."

This is not a lie, Shen Yue doubts that this tall boy will really die from crying in the next second.

For these, he stopped hugging Shen Yue, but sat slumped on the ground, unable to control himself, let go of his throat and wept uncontrollably.

Shen Yue was dumbfounded by his actions, so she also squatted down, raised her hand, and gently pressed the back of her hand against Sang Fan's crying hot and wet face, bringing comfort, mixed with a trace of helplessness.

"No." Shen Yue whispered, "Don't cry."

Sobbing, he rolled into Shen Yue's arms again, his strong and powerful arms tightly wrapped around the girl, like a dragon guarding his own treasure, preventing others from coveting even a single bit.

Shen Yue could only let him go.

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Sang Fan had a dream at night. He hadn't had a dream for a long time, because he couldn't fall asleep at all, and even if he fell asleep, he would wake up quickly. It was not because of nightmares, but because of palpitations.

As if to warn him.

If he fell asleep again, a very desperate thing would happen, he was urged to wake up quickly, wake up quickly!
This time he fell asleep and had a relatively lucid dream after a long absence.

The dream was grotesque, and he felt that things that had never happened before had replayed countless times in his life.

His strange shell in the dream, unable to get out, feel his emotions and consciousness, as if he is him.

He saw red, blue and blue lights, it was an ambulance.

A pale young girl with a white sheet soaked in blood.

Someone was holding him, the sword pierced two people, the blood was fused together, it was impossible to tell whose it was.

She was gentle, with relief.

"This sword is considered a write-off."

In the next second, the screen changed.

The girl was lying in a bathtub filled with hot water, the tap was left open, and the overflowing water flowed all over the floor.

One of her arms was hanging outside, and blood beads condensed on the fingertips.

drop.

drop.

drop.

The sound of blood beads hitting his ears was like the music of death.

Scenes were so real, as if they happened right in front of his eyes.

Dying in front of him, he could feel the excruciating pain, the pain made him almost twitch.

Using both hands and feet, he stumbled and almost crawled over. His hands were shaking, and his whole body was shaking behind him.

The girl knelt on the ground, motionless, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and pale, and her bright lips curved gently.

Like a white jade statue neither angry nor happy.

He didn't dare to touch it, but just knelt beside him, and carefully touched the corner of the girl's clothes, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to come out, and he was so happy.

"Yueyue..."

"Yueyue..."

"Justify me, justify me..."

Like an idiot abandoned by his master, he is lingeringly obsessed, with infinite tenderness and love flowing out of his eyes, he can't pretend at all, his heart issued a warning.

But he was indifferent, seeing the girl ignore him, he yelled sadly, "Yueyue, don't keep talking, look at me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

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(End of this chapter)