obedient lover

"Annuo, you fucking stop!" Zhuo Fan sped up the car to catch up with Anuo, and at the side of Anuo's motorcycle, he frowned and yelled at Anuo through the car window.

This is not a racing track, there are countless vehicles coming and going on this road, watching An Nuo riding a fucking bike is simply killing Zhuo Fan...

An Nuo turned his head to look at Zhuo Fan who was almost catching up with him, then looked ahead again, and accelerated the speed again, 300 kilometers per hour.

Get rid of Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan followed suit and was about to jump out in panic.

When approaching An Nuo's car for the second time, he gave up, his tone full of anxiety and pleading: "An Nuo, stop, let's talk if you have something to say, I beg you, tell me what you want, don't so……"

An Nuo didn't reply, he glanced at Zhuo Fan again.

The moment Zhuo Fan met An Nuo's gaze, there was a sharp pain in his heart.

It is clearly a pair of calm eyes, as calm as usual, but the decisive indifference contained in them is below zero, and the way Zhuo Fan is chasing him is sprinkled with freezing ice.

An Nuo took a deep breath.

Brother Fan, what do I want?

I want you to forgive me, and I want you not to have another lover behind my back.

I want you to slam into all the traps I set for you and come back to me.

An Nuo turned the accelerator to the bottom, reaching the fastest speed of 321 kilometers per hour on ICONSheene, and the surrounding scenery reversed like flying.

He dumped Zhuo Fan for the third time.

It's almost there, and he will slow down at the intersection ahead, and then let Zhuo Fan, who also needs to slow down, hit him.

This is a difficult operation.

He must first distance himself from Zhuo Fan.

Motorcycles are not as good as cars. Apart from accelerating, he can't ensure that Zhuo Fan will not suddenly overtake and block his way.

Only when the speed was fast enough, Zhuo Fan did not dare to challenge and suddenly intercepted in front of his car.Because Zhuo Fan would worry that he would not have time to brake, so he would bump into his car.

Secondly, if they want to live, the two of them must slow down while satisfying the previous condition.

An Nuo has already figured it out, turning at an intersection is the best choice.

He is fully equipped with protective gear. If he is lucky enough, he will lie in a hospital bed for a month or two at most, but Zhuo Fan has been forced to take his life once, counting it as the life he owes Zhuo Fan's father He went back, and he never owed Zhuo Fan again.

Zhuo Fan can no longer treat himself so indifferently.

If you die unfortunately, you are considered unlucky.Zhuo Fan owed himself three years of torture, and never had a chance to pay it off.

Who told Zhuo Fan to lock him on the bed and not talk to him, who asked Zhuo Fan to hit him with his mobile phone, who asked Zhuo Fan to step on his hand, who asked Zhuo Fan to shake off his hand, and let him roll...

He loves Zhuo Fan to the point where he is willing to bet his life.

He put Zhuo Fan in the softest place in his heart, but under his careful care and wrapping, Zhuo Fan grew sharp thorns, piercing his flesh and blood again and again, how could he bear it?

and so……

Either let him get Zhuo Fan, or let Zhuo Fan spend the rest of his life in pain.

Anyway, he can't lose.

Who let Zhuo Fan entangle himself first?

Zhuo Fan couldn't escape, if you want to blame, blame Zhuo Fan for warming his heart full of defense against this dangerous world, then suddenly withdrew his hand and kicked him back to the cold winter.

They are all mortals, they are all mortal, he will be cold...

Just as An Nuo was about to slow down, a car in front of him suddenly galloped in the opposite direction in his direction. The drunk driver in the car tried desperately to step on the brake, but mistook the brake for the accelerator and stepped on it to the end.

He wanted to stop the car in a panic, but he couldn't do it anyway, so anxious that he cursed.

When An Nuo noticed the car in front of him getting closer and closer, his eyes widened in horror.

He frowned secretly, and in order to avoid the impact of this car, he was forced to maintain a speed of 321km/h and turned to the right.

The two dazzling headlights on the right were brightly lit in An Nuo's peripheral vision, approaching him at a speed of 300km/h.

Before An Nuo could react, severe pain came from the place where he was hit.

He didn't know how far he was knocked out, he only knew that his body hurt very much, he seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, and his eyes were filled with red.

Zhuo Fan...

I originally wanted to give you a chance to make it up to me... but now it seems that there is no way...

Why don't you treat me a little better, so that I won't be forced to be so sad by you...

"Annuo!" Zhuo Fan looked at ICON Sheene who suddenly crossed in front of his car, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He shouted An Nuo's name in a panic, and slammed on the brakes.

Under the huge collision, his head hit the steering wheel heavily, and blood immediately ran down his forehead.

Dizzy, he straightened his body up, and through the red liquid stained on his eyelashes, he saw the man in dark brown clothes who fell off the motorcycle at some point and rolled along the ground many times.

Zhuo Fan pushed open the car door, stumbled through the completely deformed ICON Sheene that flew out, and stopped in front of An Nuo, who was tens of meters away from his car and covered in blood red.

The world turned upside down in an instant.

Zhuo Fan knelt down numbly and dullly, stretched out his trembling hands that were almost uncontrollable, and hugged An Nuo, who was in a pool of blood, from the ground into his arms.

The extremely high-quality helmet has already peeled off its skin after being rubbed against the ground, and it loosened with a light touch, and slipped off An Nuo's head, followed by a steady stream of fishy-smelling liquid.

It was a large, brightly colored and dazzling blood...

"An... Nuo... An Nuo..." Zhuo Fan called his name over and over again, his voice was as dry and hoarse as the noise made by an old machine when it was forced to work under electricity, but it was louder than ever gentle.

But An Nuo ignored him.

The eyes of the person in his arms were tightly closed, as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

The beautiful lips were pursed into a pale line, and the original fair face was as cool as ever, as coquettish as the red roses blooming in the garden.

But he is not a rose locked in a house, he is a dandelion growing by the roadside, he does not belong to a cage, he belongs to heaven and earth.

When he wanted to leave, he would use the wind to cross layers of fences and bodyguards one after another, and Zhuo Fan couldn't stop him at all.

"Annuo...you wake up..." Zhuo Fan called Anuo in his arms, but he still couldn't get the slightest response, "You fucking, open your eyes and look at me...I beg You... I beg you..."

"Am I fucking dreaming...I must be dreaming...Wake me up, wake me up, okay..."

"Why are you ignoring me? Didn't you tell me this morning, let me come back? Now that I'm back, I brought you dandelions. I know you like dandelions the most. You open your eyes, and I'll give you a dandelion in the garden." There are so many kinds of..."

"Talk back to me..."

"Why don't you talk to me?"

This is what it feels like to be cold...

This is how it feels to be ignored by your lover...

In this way, it is painful to live...

The cars of the surrounding bodyguards rushed from all directions, the police car came with its horn honking, and the ambulance stopped beside An Nuo with its lights flashing.

Zhuo Fan held An Nuo in his arms who refused to give him even one more word or one more look, crying so much that his body trembled extremely violently.

He sobbed and buried his head into An Nuo's neck, and burst into tears instantly.

The bunch of dandelions on the car rolled down under the car seat because of the impact just now, and the petals scattered all over the ground, sleeping peacefully on the side of the branch.

It has lost its life long ago, and it has an ironic and beautiful name called eternal life.

But who knows, this bunch of eternal flowers has an extremely sad flower language called unstoppable love.

[The author has something to say: Ah, I'm done with abuse...]