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"No, I'm afraid they will be in danger." Out of the corner of his eye, he sneaked a glance at Akatumon's back. It was a perfect back, with strong and powerful muscles. The wheat-colored skin seemed to emit a faint light, and the curve of the waist was sexy and enchanting. , and then down..., uh... Is the saliva coming out?

"They're fine. You're still worried about yourself." Ye Chen glanced at the back of Acatumon's body, frowned slightly, and forced Fang Xuan to go out.

Walking out of the building, the night was already deep, and the waning moon was already westward.The shops on both sides of the street sleep peacefully in the gentleness of the street lights, and occasionally one or two drunks stagger past the roadside.In a sheltered corner lay a wanderer shivering in his sleep.

"Where's Tassel?" It was a little cold, Fang Xuan leaned against Ye Chen beside him.When she saw Ye Chen, she always had a feeling that something was wrong, and now she knew why it was wrong, because she didn't see Tassel, and in her impression, Tassel always followed Ye Chen.

"He'll be back in a few days."Yechen's hair was tousled by the wind, he looked up at the waning moon in the sky and replied.

"Where's Bier? How is she?" This question kept circling in Fang Xuan's mind, and Bier's smiling face reappeared in her mind.

Yechen lowered his head in a depressed mood, and walked slowly while holding her wrist.

"What's wrong with Beer?" She had a bad feeling.

"Don't ask, I'm tired".Yechen replied in a low voice, with a bit of fatigue in his voice.Fang Xuan looked at him, his expression was very decadent, a few strands of hair were hanging on the side of his face, his eyes were dim and staring at the ground, like a down and out wanderer, lonely and helpless.

Fang Xuan grasped the wrist of his hand that was holding her instead, and held it so tightly that the wound on the palm was burning with pain.She fixedly looked at the decadent person beside her, and held her hand even tighter, hoping in her heart that her temperature and strength could bring him strength.

Feeling the strength on his wrist, Yechen looked up at her, the expression on his face was ever-changing, as if something painful was tormenting him in his heart.The four eyes met, Fang Xuan's eyes were bright and gentle, like a beam of warm light in the darkness.In this warm light, finally, he smiled slightly, and led her to walk slowly in the silent street.

Back in the community, Yechen pulled Fang Xuan into her home.He found gauze and disinfectant from the room, used the disinfectant to disinfect Fang Xuan's upper finger-long wound, and carefully bandaged it up.

"Why do you have these in your house?" Fang Xuan asked curiously, waving her palms that were wrapped like thick gauze.

"My house has everything".Yechen sat lazily on the sofa.

"Tsk tsk, forget it, your house lacks too many things." Fang Xuan pursed her lips and stared at the whitewashed wall opposite. In a normal house, there should be a beautifully decorated TV wall with LCD color TVs. "

"Let me see what's missing in your home."Fang Xuan walked around the room and began counting the things that Yechen's house lacked, "an LCD TV, a dining table, a water dispenser... and... a few potted flowers... still missing... Still missing... still missing..." It seemed to be gone, but seeing Ye Chen's interested eyes from the sideways, she didn't want to end this topic, turned her eyes, and blurted out "I still lack a mistress".

Hearing this, Yechen's eyes flickered, and his eyes were fixed on Fang Xuan.Fang Xuan's face was flushed red, saying such things at a single boy's house in the middle of the night seemed... a bit too much.

"I...I...I just said it for fun, nothing else."Fang Xuan waved her hands in a panic, her heart beating wildly under Ye Chen's gaze.

"It's time for you to go home".As if thinking of something, her smiling expression dimmed instantly, and she looked lazily at the door.

The beating heart fell from her throat and sank unsteadily. Fang Xuan walked to the door with a face full of embarrassment, opened it and walked out.

She left in a hurry at night, she didn't bring the key, she raised her hand and knocked on the door in a daze, and it opened after only two knocks. Wen Jiaqian stood behind the door in her pajamas.

"What's wrong? What's with this expression?" Seeing Fang Xuan raised her hand and kept knocking on the door, staring blankly at the door, Ban Wen Jiaqian stretched out her hand and pulled her in.

"It's nothing." Fang Xuan walked past Wen Jiaqian dejectedly.

"What happened to your hand? What happened?" Wen Jiaqian asked anxiously after seeing the yarn wrapped around Fang Xuan's palm.

"It's okay, Mom, what can you do with such a tough girl?" Fang Xuan turned her head and smiled at Wen Jiaqian, hiding her hands in her purse

"Hold out your hand and let me see," Wen Jiaqian said forcefully.

"It's really a small injury."Fang Xuan stretched out her hands helplessly and "accidentally got cut by a knife".

Wen Jiaqian held her hands distressedly, and complained, "Why are you so careless. The wound must be deep with such thick gauze."

"I'm really fine, just a little injury." In order to show that her hands are really fine, Fang Xuan waved her hands in front of Wen Jiaqian, glanced at the quilt on the sofa, and asked in an exaggerated tone, "Mom, are you sleeping on the sofa again?" wait for me?"

"Well, you didn't bring the key, I'm afraid I won't hear you knocking on the door in the bedroom".

"Mom, I'm so touched." Fang Xuan turned around and held Wen Jiaqian tightly, looking at her with tears in her eyes.

"Suddenly the expression is so exaggerated, what are you thinking?".Wen Jiaqian looked at her lovingly, and every time this girl did something like this, she would follow her with some crooked thoughts.

"Mom, I want to sleep with you."Fang Xuan buried her head in Wen Jiaqian's arms and acted like a baby.

Lying on the bed and huddled in Wen Jiaqian's arms, smelling the faint fragrance, Fang Xuan is in a good mood, with her mother's warm embrace, all the depression will go to hell

In the next few days, Fang Xuan obediently stayed at home because of her hand injury.She missed Xie Fang and Akatumon from time to time in her heart, and regretted that she was too nervous and didn't look at his appearance carefully that day. It is a great pity that the Pharaoh 3000 years ago just missed it.

Two days later, the gauze was removed, and a long scar formed on each palm.Tired of staying at home, I went to the next door and knocked on the door several times, but Yechen was always not at home.In the afternoon, Fang Xuan decided to hang out in the urban park. Just after walking out of the community, she met Xie Fang, no, to be more precise, it was Fatima.

"Fang Xuan," Fatima hugged her warmly, and thanked her with a bright smile, "Thank you!"

Fang Xuan hugged Xie Fang, but her eyes were fixed on the Egyptian man behind her. The 20-year-old, dressed in casual gray, exudes an innate aura of a king, with a handsome face and a dazzling smile comparable to the sun.No wonder Egyptian pharaohs claimed to be the sons of the sun.The light emanating from the resurrected young pharaoh in front of him was indeed as dazzling as the sun.

Arcatumon nodded towards Fang Xuan, and a few strange syllables jumped out of his generous mouth.

"He is saying thank you in ancient Egyptian." Fatima embraced Fang Xuan, turned around and looked tenderly at the handsome sun-like man in front of her.

"You're welcome." Facing Akatum's smile and gaze, Fang Xuan couldn't help but blushed.Such a handsome guy is absolutely [-]% lethal to girls.