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Chapter 237 My Uncle Is Super Handsome (69)

The eyeballs were motionless, and the staring gaze made people feel creepy.

After an unknown amount of time, the arm moved slightly and reached out to touch the wall.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, then fell lightly, and the eyes were closed tightly.

When she opened her eyes again, there was already a trace of madness in her eyes.

Let Li Huan's emotions control him.

She walked quickly to the desk, desperately searching for something.

He took out a large piece of white paper, put the kitchen knife on the bed, and spread out the white paper.

Stretching out his wrist, staring at the slender and white place, several light blue blood vessels are so obvious under the snow-white skin, just looking at it quietly like that can feel the fresh blood flowing inside.

How fragile is human life?

Bu Huan put his hand on the white paper, and picked up the kitchen knife with the other hand, staring closely at the sharp edge of the kitchen knife. Just one click, just one click, and you can bid farewell to this world.

Nothing to look forward to, is there?
The last glimmer of light is gone, what else can we expect?

The teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and the rosy lower lip became pale, that kind of pale without the slightest color of blood.

The kitchen knife was lowered little by little, and Bu Huan's body began to tremble little by little.

But the heart is extremely peaceful.

If you really have that courage, why would you have such self-mutilation behaviors again and again?

Li Huan, do whatever you want.

When the cold blade touched the warm skin, Bu Huan let go and threw the kitchen knife aside.

The teeth loosened, blood flowed silently down the jaw, and finally fell onto the white paper, splashing a beautiful drop of blood.

There was also a faint bloodstain on the snow-white wrist.

Bu Huan's chest heaved violently, and then he slammed his hand on the white paper.

Why not?
Because I don't have that courage, because I still hold a little humble hope.

Bu Huan thought in his mind.

The body is out of control.

Tears fell down, and a rusty taste filled his mouth.

Why still dare not?
Living is so difficult, so painful, and even suffer such disgusting things, why!

why why why!
Dou Da's tears kept gushing out.

After Bu Huan stopped crying, he stared blankly at the few bloodstains on the white paper.

The blood solidified and turned black with the passage of time, and the black and red color on the white paper appeared more and more dull.

Bu Huan licked his lower lip, and the smell of rust became stronger.

Don't be afraid, with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything, just do what you want.

He took out a paintbrush and picked up the kitchen knife again.

I, I just want to...

There were a few more bloodstains on the arm, and a bouquet of delicate roses appeared on the paper. Apart from the dull tone, this bouquet of roses was really beautiful.

After Bu Huan finished painting, his lips were already a little pale, and he threw away the pen suddenly, panting heavily.

Bu Huan raised her eyes and looked at the painting, and she worked on it for a long time, just to paint this painting?

Not interesting.

Bu Huan pouted, but since you drew it...

Bu Huan carefully pasted the painting on the wall.

He hooked a smile in a good mood.

Although I don't quite understand what you are thinking, but I will continue to do what I want to do.

Anyway, she will never forget what happened today.

Although it didn’t happen to me, it happened to you.

(End of this chapter)