I don't know where he came from, but he twisted himself and beat himself up!
The injuries suffered were all identified as minor.
But he was in so much pain!
I almost peed myself in the street.
He had practiced before, but it was no match for this man.
From the time he was beaten to the time he was thrown at the police station entrance, it took less than an hour, but it left him with a lifelong scar...
The stalker felt his scalp tingle when he saw Lu Yanzhuo still staring at him.
"If you get caught again, it won't just be a matter of a few days of detention," the police officer who was escorting him said sternly.
"Yes, yes, yes! I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong!" The stalker made assurances repeatedly under Lu Yan's icy gaze.
"I will never bother that female anchor again."
"Officer, lock me up now..."
He wanted to cry but had no tears, fearing that Lu Yanzhuo would rush up and punch him again.
The police officer stifled a laugh.
Take him away.
Duan Mao looked at their backs and said to Lu Yanzhuo, "Look, look, how scared you made them."
"Don't even mention criminals. I get scared just by looking at you."
"Why don't you go back and shave your beard."
"It looks fierce."
Lu Yanzhuo touched his chin.
Inexplicably, I thought of Shen Zhiyi’s face.
Is it fierce?
He lowered his eyes.
When I got home, Shen Zhiyi was kneeling on the carpet beside the sofa, massaging Gang Jian.
He closed the door.
Shen Zhiyi turned to look at him, "You're back."
Lu Yanzhuo's heart moved inexplicably.
"Um."
He changed his shoes and walked towards her.
When I passed by the mirror, I looked at my face.
The short scar is sharp and his eyebrows and eyes are stern.
Indeed... a bit fierce.
Will she be afraid?
Lu Yanzhuo was stunned for a moment, then walked over to the sofa next to her and sat down.
Shen Zhiyi's hands didn't stop moving. "I just changed the medicine for Gang Jian. I don't think I need to move it for another day."
She lowered her head, leaned closer to the key with a faint smile on her lips, and her tone was even gentler.
"My dear, are you comfortable?"
Gang Jian collapsed on the sofa and hummed comfortably.
"It's almost asleep." Shen Zhiyi turned his head and said softly to Lu Yanzhuo.
Lu Yanzhuo stared at her fingers.
The slender fingertips passed through the black and white hair and meandered along its back.
The pink fingertips appear and disappear from time to time.
Lu Yanzhuo didn't touch her, but he inexplicably felt a tingling sensation on his body, and it ran through his spine like an electric current.
He breathed lightly.
A dark and gloomy gaze covered her face.
But because her gaze and fingertips were not on him, he felt a jealousy that he couldn't even explain.
His knife-like gaze darted towards the key.
Cut off its sleepiness.
Gang Jian shuddered, shook his legs, and opened his eyes to look at him.
"Why aren't you sleepy anymore?" Shen Zhiyi was surprised.
"Heh." Lu Yanzhuo sneered, "It always pretends."
Shen Zhiyi was helpless.
"Then I'll go back first." She looked at her watch.
The live broadcast time is almost here.
"I'll come back to take care of it tomorrow morning."
"Before you leave, tell me."
"Yeah." Lu Yanzhuo raised his eyelids without any emotion and watched her put the key on the coffee table.
He straightened his lips expressionlessly.
Shen Zhiyi closed the door and left.
A man and a dog collapsed on the sofa.
They are all savoring her tenderness.
Lu Yanzhuo half closed his eyes and suddenly caught sight of a hairband lying on the sofa carpet.
He paused, then bent down to pick it up.
It's a misty blue silk hairband.
It's hers.
Lu Yanzhuo slowly turned the hair tie.
His rough fingertips climbed up the silk and caressed it gently. Amidst his increasingly deep emotional confrontation, he imagined the feeling of her touch.
Maybe it'll be smoother than this.
He closed his eyes.
Feeling hopelessly depraved.
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