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

Chapter 470 The Real World (33)

This is a very unreasonable request.

Shen Yue has no way to agree, but likewise, facing such Sang Fan, she also has no way to directly refuse.

Shen Yue vaguely noticed that Sang Fan looked very strange at the moment, whether it was his body or his spirit.

In the end what happened?
Why did he become like this?

The corner of the clothes was still being pulled, Shen Yue had no way to leave, so she had to ask softly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Perhaps Shen Yue's voice was too gentle, which made the hard shell erected by Sang Fan vulnerable to a single blow. A slight sob came out of his throat, and then he bit his lips tightly, as if he had been greatly wronged. Not daring to make a sound, he kept his handsome face flushed, and stared at the girl with such red eyes.

Shen Yue was taken aback by his appearance, her body almost reflexively grabbed Sang Fan's hand, that broad, rough palm with well-defined knuckles.

"What's the matter?"

She couldn't help becoming anxious, thinking that something important had happened.

At this moment, Sang Fan couldn't take it anymore, his throat choked up, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and finally he couldn't help shivering, "I, I just hurt my leg when I was selected for the national team."

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment, this matter was neither big nor small, but it was indeed a missed opportunity.

With an injury like Sang Fan's, it's impossible for him to heal without a month's rest.

Sang Fan squeezed Shen Yue with his backhand, his straight chest was heaving violently, his face was already flushed, his white lips were trembling uncontrollably, angry words rolled out of his throat, gradually becoming vague Unclear sobs.

He is so tall and looks so invincible.

In front of the girl, just because of one sentence, just because of that slightly gentle tone, he has already thrown away his helmet and armor.

"I have worked hard for a long time, I think I can do well, I think I can seize this opportunity, but every time it is only a little bit short, I, I suddenly feel that I am a waste, doing everything No, nothing can be done."

Sang Fan has learned swimming for 16 years. He is still very young, but he has already won the reputation, awards, pursuit, and praise that he should not have at this age. They all think that he is a rising star after all, but who? You know, before he could rise, he fell.

He was so sad.

It's not just because of the dream, he knows very well, there is another part of the reason, the sour and astringent emotion, like an inflated balloon, is about to explode at any time, and the heart seems to be gripped by something, causing a dull pain.

Shen Yue was at a loss, she had never seen such a scene, and she was stunned for a moment.

The sound of emotional breakdown came into Shen Yue's ears clearly.

Shen Yue paused for a moment, then stretched out her hand, just like when Sang Fan was dreaming, patted his back lightly, feeling his faint trembling and gentle movements.

"It doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future."

"Heal the injury first, and the body comes first."

"Sang Fan, be strong."

Shen Yue looked up at him, her dark and moist eyes were as clear as water, flowing with a soft broken light.

He was crying bitterly with snot and tears, and looked extremely sad in this empty room. While choking in his mouth, he complained intermittently, "But, but you don't want me either, I miss you very much, I like you You, but, but I dare not go to you, I am afraid you will ignore me."

While talking, he stretched out his arms to hug the thin girl, his arms were as strong as a cage, and the temperature was as hot as a soldering iron.

Her head was also buried in her neck, and her short, thick hair pricked her face, making it itchy.

The hot, sticky breath sprayed out.

Sang Fan's whole body heaved convulsively, and the back of his neck went up and down.

　How can I catch up with my wife without crying (hehe)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)