In-depth love test: the president should stop

Ye Haoran stared at Leng Yan in a daze, never expecting him to have such an experience.

Looking back on his past, whether it was basketball or tennis, etc., he really didn't put in too much effort, it seemed that all he relied on was talent.

After thinking about it like this, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, his desire to seek death and life stopped, his desire to survive greatly increased, and he never broke Leng Yan's fingers again.

Sensing Ye Haoran's change, Leng Yan deliberately said: "Forget it, it's useless to tell you these things, don't you want me to let go of your hand and let you die? I will help you!"

"No!" Ye Haoran hurriedly said. "Sometimes you want to die, and sometimes you don't want to die, what exactly do you want?" Leng Yan said unhappily. [

"I don't want to die, I want to live!" Ye Haoran said firmly.

"That's decent, it's not in vain to save you." Leng Yan smiled, feeling that the dagger had slipped out a little more, as if it was about to fall, and hurriedly said: "See if there is any place under your feet You can step on your feet, the dagger is almost unable to support it."

Ye Haoran hurriedly searched, and he really found a raised stone. He stepped on it carefully, and slowly stabilized his figure. The pressure of Leng Yan was reduced a lot. The dagger penetrated a few points into the rock wall, and hung firmly on it.

"With the two of us, it's impossible to go up, quickly call your little lover to help." Leng Yan said. "She's not my lover!" Ye Haoran retorted, but his voice became lower and lower. Thinking of what Mu Ziran had done for him, his heart was full of emotion.

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Above the cliff, Mu Ziran stared blankly at the cliff, seeing Ye Haoran's familiar figure disappear from sight, her complexion pale and dumbfounded, an inexplicable panic surrounded her, which soon turned into self-blame.

"I killed him. If I hadn't shouted slogans, Haoran wouldn't have died. I killed him..." Mu Ziran sat down on the ground, muttering to herself, and her self-blame pierced into her heart like a sword. , Let her heartbroken.

"Hao Ran..."

Mu Ziran groaned and crawled towards the edge of the cliff.

"Zi Ran!"

Under the cliff, Ye Haoran shouted.

"It's Haoran's voice." Hearing the voice, Mu Ziran quickly climbed to the edge of the cliff as if in a dream, only to see the darkness below, and could not see anything, thinking that the previous voice was just an illusion.

"Haoran, do you feel lonely down there and want me to go down to accompany you?" Mu Ziran shouted. "It's you big-headed ghost, hurry up and find a way to save us." Leng Yan said hastily upon hearing this.

"Aren't you dead yet?" Mu Ziran heard it clearly this time, and said pleasantly. "Yes, we are still alive." Ye Haoran said. "Hao Ran, it's great that you didn't die." Mu Ziran wept with joy. "Don't worry, I'm fine!" Ye Haoran said.

"I'll talk about it later if you have anything to say, first find a way to get us up there." Leng Yan said, rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mu Ziran apologized quickly, and then said embarrassedly: "But how can I get you out? How about I call the police?"

"No, this place is so remote. When the police arrive, we'll be dry. Let's think of other ways." Leng Yan stopped, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you know how to drive a motorcycle?"

"Yes!" Mu Ziran said. "Then it's easy to handle. You drive the motorcycle to the foot of the mountain, go to my car and get the rope from the trunk." Leng Yan ordered.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Mu Ziran agreed and turned around and ran away. "Come back, in a panic, how can you hold the rope without the key?" Leng Yan said.