Chapter 300: The younger man is very fierce and crazy (41)
Even love is fake, I don’t care whether I hate him or not.
It's better to hate him than to run away and forget him.
There was a desperate look of gamble all on one thing in Fu Jinan's scarlet eyes, and the endless dead silence condensed into cold ice.
The rough fingertips left glaring red marks on Shen Yuan's body, and she was completely exposed as she shook and struggled.
Chen Yuan did not beg for mercy anymore. She stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, letting her hot tears fall and gradually turn cold.
She and Fu Jinan finally reached this point.
If I go abroad without telling him, my darkening value cannot reach 100%.
In order to stimulate him, he ended up being imprisoned.
This is an unsolvable deadlock, and both sides will suffer in the end.
Fu Jinan kissed her softly and densely.
"Let's just stay like this until we die."
Fu Jinan was determined to keep her, and his hoarse voice was filled with tears.
Seeing her shy, angry and crying because of him, Fu Jinan's empty and desperate heart finally found some comfort.
"I like you..."
"I really like you..."
The little madman was crying and laughing, his low and hoarse voice carrying an undisguised sob tone.
Chen Yuan did not resist, but was more obedient. This realization made Fu Jinan's fingertips tremble with excitement.
Does this mean that she likes him a little, even if it's just a little bit?
But the next second, a heartless sentence fell into my ears.
"Turn off the lights. I feel sick seeing your face."
In an instant, the city wall that was built with great difficulty collapsed, and every brick and tile turned into pieces.
A feeling of sadness flowed through his body. Fu Jinan raised his head with red eyes, and his trembling fingertips fell on Shen Yuan's face.
The face that had smiled at him countless times was now filled with resentment and coldness.
Fu Jinan suddenly felt so pitiful, so pitiful.
He hated this shameful behavior, but in the end he had to use it to keep her.
Tears fell silently.
Fu Jinan was in so much pain that he could hardly stand up straight. The blue veins on his forehead were throbbing with pain, and there was a strong bitter taste between his lips and teeth.
It really hurts...
Who can tell him what he should do?
A look of helplessness crossed Fu Jinan's face, and he lost all color.
He lowered his head dejectedly and rubbed Shen Yuan's neck, but got no response.
Shen Yuan didn't look at him from beginning to end, but stared at the ceiling.
It seemed that no matter what he did, he could never get into those beautiful eyes again.
The night is shrouded in darkness, and the warm yellow light cannot dispel the endless cold.
Fu Jinan finally couldn't bear to touch Chen Yuan. With red eyes, he apologized again and again, picked up Chen Yuan's naked body, and put clothes on her while crying.
In the end, he untied the chains, hugged her and cried.
It's like a child who can't get candy and rolls on the ground acting like a spoiled child to get his parents to buy him candy.
But the difference is that the child is spoiled by his parents, while Fu Jinan can only get one sentence.
"Have you cried enough?"
These four short words shattered Fu Jinan's last glimmer of hope.
He was a complete loser who fled with his so-called self-esteem.
Chen Yuan didn't know where Fu Jinan had gone. She only heard the sound of the door being locked, and then the sports car drove away.
The farce ended, leaving the room in silence.
Chen Yuan stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before she heard Wangzai's cautious voice.
[Host...Host, are you okay...?]
It also didn't expect that Fu Jinan, who was as innocent as he could be when in love, had such a strong crazy attribute in his body that he would resort to the method of imprisonment in a small dark room.
Thinking of the entire mosaic just now, Wangzai couldn't help but shudder and his teeth chattered.
Shen Yuan wiped away her tears: "It's okay, Fu Jinan's blackening is worth how much."
30% is not enough...
When Wangzai said this, he wished he could bury his head in the ground.
Woohoo! It feels so sorry for the host. Even after playing the imprisonment game, the blackening value is only 30%.
Why is 100 so difficult? Does it mean the host must sacrifice himself?
30%...
Chen Yuan pursed her lips, hummed softly, and said nothing more.
She looked at her wrist. The rubbed area no longer bled and showed signs of drying up. The flesh was slightly bulging, and the slightest movement caused a burning and astringent sensation.
Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked around, and looked at the "cage" that imprisoned him.
The room was simply furnished, with nothing but a bed and a bedside table.
It can be seen that this villa had been vacant before Fu Jinan locked her up here.
Shen Yuan rummaged through the bedside table and unexpectedly found a household medical kit.
She took out iodine, cotton swabs and bandages and applied medicine to herself.
When the medicine dripped onto the wound, Shen Yuan groaned in pain and subconsciously bit his lips.
The pain became more and more unbearable.
Previously, in the girls' restroom at school, she had been tangled up with Zeng Yuxi and a few others. Her cheeks were scratched and her hair was pulled out, but she didn't feel much pain.
Now the pain is so severe that I sweat even when I take the medicine.
After applying the medicine, Shen Yuan lay on the bed tiredly, not wanting to move.
If she could, she would rather lie there forever.
Lie down until dusk, sunrise, sunset, and the end of the world.
There is no need to think about the so-called mission, no need to think about what to do next, and no need to think about Fu Jinan.
His back as he left, the warmth of his body as he hugged her, and the tears he shed as he cried and apologized.
Chen Yuan couldn't resist and could only close his eyes and forget again and again, making his choice more firm.
The moon jumped into the clouds and stayed awake all night.
At 7:30 in the morning, Chen Yuan heard the sound of the door lock being opened. She supported herself with her arms and sat up from the bed, and a black figure appeared in her sight.
Fu Jinan was wearing a windbreaker, his hair was a little messy, and the redness at the corners of his eyes had not faded all night.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse, and his throat felt like it had been cut by a knife and was stained with blood.
"Are you awake? I brought you breakfast, your favorite steamed buns..."
Chen Yuan brushed past him expressionlessly and walked into the bathroom.
Fu Jinan's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, his knuckles curled stiffly, and then he retracted it.
He lowered his eyelashes and looked gloomy.
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