After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 518

Ruan Jiaojiao had a dream.

In the dream, a pair of deep eyes locked on her.

No matter how she escapes, no matter where she flees to, those eyes are staring straight at her, neither sad nor happy, and seem to hide a darkness.

Tired of running away, she finally stopped.

She looked into those deep eyes, feeling faintly familiar.

At this time, some pictures suddenly flashed in her mind.

When she was reading the novel "Thin Love, Cold Love, Little Love", because of the illogical death of the villain Fu Qiran, she once complained a few words in the comment area.

It probably means that a man as powerful as Fu Qiran was hit to death by a car because of tax evasion, the author is simply joking!Unfinished!

At that time, the author responded to her complaints in a private message.

[Darkness is born from the past, but it is rooted in the sinful soul.

It is so powerful that it cannot be controlled, and it can only be allowed to die for the most absurd reasons. 】

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't understand the previous sentence.

But the latter sentence, she understood.

It's nothing more than the fact that this villain is portrayed so powerfully and perfectly in the text that the hero and heroine in the book can't solve him with their own ingenuity.

The author is naturally his own mother, and what the readers are reading is the story of the hero and heroine. No matter what, this villain will not end well.

So the best way is to write him to death in this almost absurd way but without any flaws.

Ridiculous, but it doesn't reveal the weakness of the hero and heroine.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't know why she suddenly thought of this matter.

The past that was hidden by her seemed to resurface in her mind little by little.

Those deep eyes enlarged in front of her, and then enlarged again.

In the pure black pupils, she saw her own appearance.

In an instant, the world is spinning.

She came out of that dream.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

An inexplicable soreness surged up from all parts of the body.

She looked to the side blankly.

Fu Qiran was sleeping next to her, with a soft expression, and even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Jiaojiao moved her body, and the soreness came back again.

She lowered her head slightly, only to find that her wrist was bright red.

No, not just on the wrist.

Ruan Jiaojiao resisted the soreness and got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

The mirror in the bathroom clearly reflected her current state.

Bright red, a piece of bright red.

Not just the collarbone or the neck.

There is nothing perfect about her.

Every inch seems to have become his land.

Ruan Jiaojiao hardly dared to imagine what she had experienced when she fell asleep last night.

She supported the sink with both hands, her bangs half covered her face.

"Jiaojiao."

A familiar and possessive voice sounded at the door.

Ruan Jiaojiao turned her head and looked at him.

"last night……"

She didn't finish her sentence, but Fu Qiran already understood what she meant.

"I didn't really touch you."

Fu Qiran stood there with his hands hanging by his sides, his whole body was filled with an indescribable depression.

"Jiaojiao is asleep, I won't touch Jiaojiao."

He explained again.

A kiss without any response means nothing.

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and immediately understood what he meant.

It's nothing more than no real action, just leaving his marks on her body.

It seemed that her fainting last night had greatly stimulated him.

(End of this chapter)