Han Jun's body was stiff. She stared at the handsome face so close to her without blinking. Her lips, which were brushed by Xu Qian's fingers, felt hot, as if she had eaten chili peppers.

Xu Qian noticed Han Jun's nervousness and realized that this action was too lustful. He quickly took his hand away and sat down next to Han Jun with a seemingly natural expression.

Han Jun secretly bit her burning lips and felt the need to say something.

She turned her head and stared at Xu Qian, saying in a serious tone, "Don't treat me like this in the future. I'll think you're seducing me." Feeling that this didn't deter her, she added, "If I have evidence of you seducing a minor, I can sue you and put you in jail at any time."

Xu Qian is really afraid of going to jail~

Xu Qian raised his hands and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt just now." But he quickly added, "But you have to learn to accept and adapt. After all, I will do much more to you in the future."

Han Jun's ears turned even redder.

After sitting quietly for a while, the heat on Han Jun's face finally faded away.

Having dinner with Han Zhan in the evening means Xu Qian can't be on duty tonight.

Xu Qian took out his cell phone and called his colleague to change his shift.

After hanging up the phone, he stared at the picture on the screen of his phone. Suddenly, he said, "Let's take a selfie."

When Xu Qian was studying, he lived in the school dormitory. Whenever his roommates fell in love, their girlfriends would force them to take a group photo for their phone screensavers.

Xu Qian has never been in love, but he has observed the details of other people's love lives.

He believes that using couple photos as phone screensavers is an essential part of a relationship.

"Okay." Han Jun was very happy in his heart, but there was still no smile on his face. He looked at Leng Yanwushuang.

Xu Qian put his long arm around Han Jun's shoulders and put his arm around her shoulders. The two of them took a very serious photo in front of the camera. He opened the album, stared at the photo for a moment, and said to Han Jun, "You didn't even smile in the photo."

Han Jun pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing eight white teeth. He was completely forced to do the job.

Xu Qian stared at Han Jun's fake smile and shook his head again, "Okay, stop laughing. You'll scare the kids to tears if you laugh."

Han Jun is not a person who loves to laugh in real life. She seems to be born without the ability to laugh.

Han Jun put away his fake smile, his noble and cool demeanor returning. "Let's go, the concert is about to start." The two sides had their showdown, and Xu Qian had no need to avoid Han Zhan.

Xu Qian nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two of them stood up and left together. When they reached the entrance cabinet, Xu Qian stopped and took out the car keys from the belly of a decorative puppy.

Seeing Han Jun standing quietly and obediently beside him, he moved his fingertips slightly and reached out to hold Han Jun's wrist.

Han Jun was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, and her wrists were covered by the sweater. Xu Qian was pulling her sleeves.

Han Jun told her: "You can hold my hand."

A smile flashed in Xu Qian's eyes. He looked at Han Jun mischievously and suddenly asked, "Little boy, will you be sent to jail for holding the hand of a minor?"

Han Jun glared at him angrily, shook off Xu Qian's hand, opened the door and walked out.

Xu Qian quickly followed, grabbed Han Jun's hand from behind, and interlocked their fingers.

Han Jun's fingers, from years of handling pens and guns, inevitably bear calluses. Xu Qian, having practiced swordplay since childhood, also has calluses on his palms. Their hands, clasped together, feel a bit rough, but the warmth of each body transfers to the other through their fingers, creating an ambiguous and tender feeling.

The distance from Xu Qian's home to the concert hall is very far, and it takes an hour to drive there.

Han Jun sat in the passenger seat, his head shaking with the bumps of the car, and gradually fell asleep.

The warm sun of the winter afternoon shone through the car window glass and fell on Han Jun's cheek. She was not wearing glasses, and the sunlight pulled her long eyelashes into a thick fan shape, casting a shadow on her beautiful porcelain-white face.

She seemed to be dreaming, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the shadows on her face were swaying.

Han Jun was indeed dreaming.

In the dream, she was kneeling on the ground alone, gnawing on a crow that was still flapping its wings. The crow's bones made a crunching sound when bitten by her sharp teeth.

The thick fog that covered the sky hid Han Jun in darkness, making it difficult for him to attract attention.

A sound of footsteps was heard, stepping on rotten bones and dead leaves, getting closer and closer, finally disturbing Han Jun who was eating.

Han Jun turned around in surprise and saw a man in a white gown standing behind her. The place where Han Jun lived was gray and dull, without any bright colors. It was the first time she saw white.

The man was tall and slender, and one could vaguely see a long sword on his back.

The man stood in the dim wasteland, and the thick fog that could not be dispersed shrouded his appearance. She could not see his nose or eyes, but only heard his voice: "Where did you come from, little monster?" The man's voice was cold and emotionless.

Han Jun looked at the man warily. She growled at him, then turned around and continued to bite the crow in her hand.

The crow reeked of blood, and her mouth was full of blood as she gnawed it, but she didn't mind. She gnawed it very quickly, fearing that the intruder behind her would snatch the crow from her hand.

Suddenly, a white jade-like hand stretched out in front of her, with a light brown cake sandwiched between the person's slender index and middle fingers.

Han Jun stared at the cake for a moment, chewing slower and slower.

She swallowed the piece of meat in her mouth, raised her head, stared at the graceful figure of the man behind the thick fog, and let out another vigilant growl.

The sound was like that of a wild animal.

She cannot speak. She has never encountered a living human since the day she was born. Even her growl was learned from the beasts that accidentally entered the evil place.

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