As she spoke, Si Muyan quickly fanned herself with her hands.
Seeing that she was obviously guilty, Xia Anran chuckled and said, "Did something happen between you and Huo Si that I don't know?"
Si Muyan's face was so hot that it could boil an egg. She said shyly, "I'll go walk around."
Having said that, he trotted away without waiting for her answer.
"Hey, don't run."
Si Muyan trotted away, patting her chest: "I almost got caught."
Her index finger fell on her lips. Thinking of last night, she was a little confused about Huo Si's thoughts.
I want to guess, but I'm afraid of guessing wrong.
Shaking her head, Si Muyan collected her thoughts and prepared to appreciate the exhibition carefully.
As she walked, she stopped and stood in front of a special work.
The painting depicted a Grim Reaper holding a scythe, his eyes fierce and bloody at the corners of his mouth. The scythe in his hand flashed with a cold light, and the painting style was full of dark style.
Si Muyan looked at the gloomy and terrifying painting style, and her first impression was fear. But after the fear, she felt another emotion.
"What's with that expression on your face?" A deep, cold voice came from behind her, like a ghost, startling her.
Si Muyan turned around and was surprised to see the owner of the voice.
It was him, the gloomy man she met in the bar that day.
"Hello, sir." Si Muyan greeted politely.
Leng Yuyan didn't answer and continued with the previous question: "What was that expression on your face just now? Sympathy?"
Hearing this, Si Muyan reacted and replied, "This Grim Reaper looks quite scary on the surface. But I think hidden in his cruel and bloodthirsty eyes is loneliness and longing."
Hearing this, Leng Yuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Si Muyan's heartstrings tightened: "Sorry, I shouldn't have made such a rash comment. This is just my personal feeling."
Leng Yuyan said nothing, but looked at the Grim Reaper in the painting with a cold gaze.
Her gaze moved between the painting and Leng Yuyan, and Si Muyan felt vaguely that the person in front of her seemed to be the god of death in the painting.
Seeing that he remained silent, Si Muyan did not disturb him and left quietly.
The footsteps left lightly, and Leng Yuyan glanced at her. Thinking of her words, the hostility in his eyes faded a little.
Suddenly, Leng Yuyan felt a murderous aura.
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