Fu Sang raised his hand to cover his cheek, thus blocking the boy's yearning gaze.
She was no stranger to that kind of gaze.
Whenever Xiao Guai Guai wants her, she will show this aggressive look.
Qiao Yunchuan slightly curved his lips, a smile flashing in his beautiful golden eyes.
He reached out his well-defined hand, grasped her wrist, and pulled down her hand that was covering her face.
Fu Sang's eyes met his golden eyes.
Are you tired?
Fu Sang was lost in those bewitching and captivating eyes, his thoughts became somewhat hazy, and his body felt heavy.
The little darling is so cute...
Her eyes are like dazzling gemstones.
【Take a break if you're tired.】
The boy's slightly magnetic and alluring voice was right next to my ear, pleasant to the ear and seductive.
Sleep well, I'll stay with you.
Fu Sang closed his eyes and slumped softly to the side.
Qiao Yunchuan nimbly caught her and gently carried her into the room.
After thinking for a moment, he carried the girl into the bathroom.
The girl's feet were treated with medicine, but if they got wet, she would have to reapply it, and the wound would hurt a bit.
Qiao Yunchuan's gaze was devoid of any disrespect, as if he were performing some artistic task, washing the girl thoroughly clean.
He placed the girl on the soft bed and kissed her forehead.
Sweet dreams.
When he stepped out of the bedroom, his golden eyes, no longer clear and gentle as before, became cold and indifferent.
The dark night conceals countless evils.
Pan Guangjian's wrist was broken, his internal organs were injured, and he scraped his leg while escaping.
The dismemberment maniac who terrified the citizens now looked utterly wretched.
Because of his injuries, he couldn't run very far and rested in the dark alleys.
Now his residence is under police surveillance, and the police have issued a wanted list for him, so he can no longer move around as freely as before.
The cold moonlight spilled across the earth, shining down into the streets and alleys from the sky.
Suddenly, a snapping sound was heard.
Pan Guangjian looked over reflexively.
A black cat jumped down from the top of a large trash can that was over a meter high.
"Damn it!" Pan Guangjian cursed.
"Get lost—"
The black cat glanced at the man sitting on the ground against the wall, then nimbly moved away.
Pan Guangjian breathed a sigh of relief, but then caught a glimpse of a tall, slender figure out of the corner of his eye, which startled him so much that he abruptly looked up.
At the entrance to the alley, under the pale moonlight.
A strikingly handsome young man strode forward, his long legs carrying him step by step.
The boy played with a small, silver butterfly knife in his well-defined hands.
Anyone with some knowledge of knives will know that the butterfly knife is one of the most deadly and dangerous weapons in combat.
Pan Guangjian broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he had fallen into a dark abyss, or sank into a cold swamp, about to be swallowed up.
“You…” He recognized the boy.
In recent days, he had been observing Fu Sang's movements and had naturally seen Fu Sang interact with the boy.
Pan Guangjian pushed himself up against the wall, staring at the approaching boy.
What are you going to do?
Qiao Yunchuan looked at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
The sharp butterfly knife flew out, slicing through the darkness with a silvery light, and blood spurted out with a spurt.
Pan Guangjian let out a scream.
"You're going to kill me?" Pan Guangjian said, his face contorted. "Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"
Qiao Yunchuan remained silent, and the butterfly knife spun again.
Pan Guangjian screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from beneath him.
The boy looked down at the man with the dread of death.
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