This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 469 The Real World (32)

He is still sharp and handsome, but he has lost all his vigor.

At this moment, Shen Yue felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, which she couldn't put into words.

Shen Yue simply didn't understand why Sang Fan made herself like this in just a few days.

He looks like this.

It felt like I was about to cry.

Not a feeling, but an affirmation.

Shen Yue didn't feel sleepy, her face was a little pale, she came out anxiously, her soft and beautiful hair was blown messily on her chest, her pale face was morbidly pale by the bright colors of printing. .

Sang Fan pursed his lips lightly, the bright colors were extremely conspicuous on that pale face, he raised his eyes to look at Sang Fan, and nodded his head lightly.

He smiled, seemed very happy, and naturally took Shen Yue's hand beside him.

"Then let's go home."

He spoke slowly, with clear enunciations, and his timbre dragged on for a long time, as if he was afraid of being rejected.

Shen Yue's hands were a little cold, not cold, but because of her constitution.

In fact, Shen Yue wanted to say that it wasn't that Sang Fan said wrong, it wasn't 'let's go home', but that she sent him home.

Shen Yue took a taxi a long time ago and was waiting at the gate of the hospital. Shen Yue supported Sang Fan's hand, and the two of them walked with difficulty.

The rain was a little lighter, but it was still falling, and there was no light on the side of the road except for street lights.

When the two of them got into the car, Shen Yue was already out of breath. Sang Fan was tall and heavy, so tall and tall, he leaned almost his whole body on her body, almost in a hurry.

After telling the driver the address, the car fell into silence.

Sang Fan lowered his head, his knuckle fingers were tightly clutching the corner of Shen Yue's clothes, as if he was afraid that Shen Yue would leave him alone.

In the beginning, she actually wanted to hold hands, but Shen Yue didn't want to, so she reluctantly changed to grab the corner of her clothes.

Shen Yue glanced at Sang Fan, couldn't hold back, and asked, "Does your wound not hurt?"

She was referring to the gash in the forehead, which looked deep and not bleeding, but looked horrific.

But Sang Fan didn't change his face, just like a normal person.

Sang Fan is tall, even if he is sitting, he still has a strong sense of imposing manner and oppression. He hides his emotions, rubbing his restless fingers back and forth, and gently caressing the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

His throat was dry, he took a breath, and said an unexpected answer.

"pain."

Shen Yue blinked her eyes, the broken hair on her forehead swept over the slightly reddened eyes, she frowned slightly, turned her head slightly, pursed her lips, her eyes were moist, she seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything .

Passing by a pharmacy, Shen Yue asked the driver to stop the car. She picked up the umbrella and opened the car door to go out, but she felt a pull from the corner of her clothes.

Turning his head to one side, he saw Sang Fan sitting in the dimly lit rear compartment with a pale face, scarlet eyes, and lowered head, letting the black hair on his forehead be disheveled, making it hard to see the emotion on his face.

His voice was a little low and hoarse, and seemed to contain unusual trembling and panic.

"You, you, where are you going?"

Shen Yue frowned, but said calmly, "Let go."

Instead of loosening, Sang Fan gripped even tighter, and Shen Yue could feel her clothes being torn off a little.

Sang Fan's head drooped even further. Despite his tall stature, there was a stubborn sense of grievance, and the corners of his mouth were trying to suppress the trembling.

The driver was amused when he saw this scene, thinking that the two were a couple, he couldn't help joking, "Are all the young people so sticky now? They can't be apart for a minute?"

He does not mean that.

Shen Yue's skin was thin, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face. Fortunately, there was no light and no one saw it.

She grabbed the corner of her clothes and couldn't pull it back, so she had to explain in a soft voice, "I'm going to buy medicine, let go quickly."

Sang Fan seemed very disturbed, his joints were white, and his expression was focused. His eyes were fixed on Shen Yue, like a beast locked on its prey, and the darkness was used as a camouflage. He was wearing a piece of sheepskin, but his fangs were already exposed. out.

In the end, Sang Fan slowly let go of his hand.

Shen Yue propped up a transparent umbrella and quickly disappeared.

The air pressure in Sang Fan's body was extremely low, and he clenched his fingers tightly.

The driver said a few words, but got no response. He murmured in his heart that it was strange, but he didn't bother himself any more.

5 minutes.

Sang Fan obviously became irritable, his eyes were fixed on the place where Shen Yue disappeared, his fingers crossed together, and his knuckles turned blue.

The cool wind is desolate, the dead trees are whirling, and everything is quiet.

Sang Fan's chest heaved violently, his face was pale, and the blood on his forehead made him look ferocious and gloomy.

3 minutes later.

A slender figure finally came out from the darkness. She carried a bag of medicine in her hand, put away her umbrella and got into the car.

The car runs smoothly.

Shen Yue stuffed the medicine into Sang Fan's hand, explained to him carefully how to share the medicine, and gave him an instruction manual. If he really didn't understand, he could just read the instruction manual.

Only one light was turned on in the dim rear compartment. In the crowded space, Sang Fan was so tall and his long legs curled up a bit. The two of them inevitably bumped into each other, and the air seemed to be heating up slowly.

The light from the street lamp shone on her face through the car window. In the flickering light and shadow, her lips were as white as jade and as white as flowers.

When she spoke, her lips opened and closed, her face was as white as snow, her lips were as gorgeous as fresh flower juice, they looked soft and easy to kiss.

Sang Fan stared intently, trying his best to suppress the abnormality in his heart. He seemed to be able to feel the movement of blood circulation when the heart beat violently, which was uncontrollable.

He whispered a warning.

Don't jump so fast anymore.

heart indifferent
Sang Fan lowered his dark eyes, hiding all his emotions, lowered his head slightly, his thick eyelashes covered his eyes, and his eyes were black and blue, like an abyss.

Beneath this seemingly indifferent appearance, there is actually a hot and turbulent volcanic magma.

He grabbed the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

Never let go.

All the while holding on tightly.

They have already sent the person home safely, and they are still holding on desperately.

The apartment looked a little cold, enough to tell that the owner hadn't been home for a long time.

Shen Yue wanted to leave, but the corner of her clothes was tightly grasped, unless she took off her clothes, she really couldn't leave.

It was still raining outside, Shen Yue was afraid of the cold, he simply felt that there was no need to make trouble with his body.

Shen Yue had no choice but to look at Sang Fan helplessly, and lowered her voice, "Sang Fan, I'm going back."

His voice was hoarse, like a child who made a mistake, and he seemed to know those two words over and over again: "Don't go, don't go..."

(End of this chapter)