Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 882 This killer is not too cold (21)

This disaster shocked both Chen Zui and Chen Tiaotiao, and the reactions of each of them were extremely synchronized after being frightened.

He You was followed by Chen Tiaotiao, who was sticky and rubbed upwards, and Chen Zui, who was quiet and quiet.

She was a little helpless: "Why are you so clingy, I'll be fine at home."

Chen Zui lowered his eyes quietly, his brows and eyes were light, and there was a faint light in them, and he didn't say a word.

On the other hand, Chen Tiaotiao was not only clingy but also enthusiastic, he kept meowing and acting like a baby.

He picked up Chen Tiaotiao again, and he nestled obediently in He You's arms, curling his little tail.

Chen Zui looked up at it, and pursed his lips.

He handed the warmed milk to Chen Zui again: "After drinking, rest early, don't think too much."

Why does it feel like Chen Zui is the one who was almost beaten.

Chen Zui took the milk and took a sip of it lightly.

The young man had thick long eyelashes hanging down, his pretty brows and eyes had a faint gleam, and he looked very obedient as he drank milk with his eyes down.

He softened his brows and eyes again, and raised his hand to rub the boy's messy hair.

"Don't think about it anymore, I'm standing right here."

Chen Zui raised his eyes to look at her, his light brown pupils were clear and clear, full of her shadow.

The boy's eyes were soft and nostalgic, always following He You's figure.

The frightened Chen Tiaotiao was very clingy to He You, and when he went to bed at night, he buried himself in the bed, entangled He You, and wanted to sleep with her.

Maybe it was frightened, but the milk cat fell asleep quickly and deeply.

He didn't feel sleepy, so he gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed when Chen Tiaotiao was fast asleep.

Her little beauty was also frightened, she had to coax the little beauty.

He hugged his little pillow again, and knocked on the door of Chen Zui's room.

She waited quietly for a while, the only sound in the empty room was the slow movement of the clock, which was gentle and regular.

But no one came to answer the door.

He was a little strange again, and pushed the door lightly.

The door was unlocked, and she opened it slowly with a push.

The bed in the bedroom is neatly made, and the head of the bed is lit with warm yellow lights, but Chen Zui is not there.

He was stunned again, and subconsciously glanced at the dark sky outside the window.

She pursed her lips, put on her coat again and went out.

In the silence of the night, the light moonlight lingered in the alley, and the wounded man staggered into the alley before the police arrived.

Before taking two steps, he slumped on the ground clutching his chest, panting heavily.

The young man hit too hard, his ribs are now aching.

However, after he sat for a while, there were shallow footsteps in the quiet alley, and the footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by echoes one by one.

The man looked up and saw the young man coming under the moonlight from the alley, his eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately struggled to get up.

Chen Zui watched the man struggling on the ground with cold eyes, playing with a short blade with his white and cold fingertips, behind the young man was the moon that was gradually brightening, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and his lips were bright red.

The young man walked slowly, dressed in black, like a ghost walking in the night, with a fierce aura.

Raising his eyes inadvertently, a pair of light brown phoenix eyes stared with a faint broken light, and there was a very faint cruelty at the end of the eyes.

The man's legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up, and kept begging for mercy.

"Forgive me, forgive me."

But how could Chen Zui spare him?

The young man frowned, and when the sharp knife fell on the man's skin, blood dripped out immediately.

The siren of the police car sounded, Lao Huo got out of the police car with his coat on, and looked at the empty street.

"What about people?"

Didn't someone call the police that there was a robber here?
Why is there no one there now?

The young policeman is about to enter the community: "I'll ask a few people."

Lao Huo held him back, it was disgusting.

"It's late at night, what's the point of you knocking on the doors of ordinary people, maybe it's someone's prank."

The little policeman scratched his head: "Then is it just a waste of time for us?"

Lao Huo looked around: "Let's search around first."

The dark alley was gradually illuminated by the moonlight, and the man collapsed on the ground, without even the strength to cry out for pain, and could only let out a weak sob from his throat.

Chen Zui squatted beside him, threw away the knife in his hand, and slowly wiped the blood on his palm with a handkerchief.

The boy stood up with indifferent eyebrows, but suddenly stopped when he turned around.

The girl stood at the entrance of the alley, with a slender figure, looking at him quietly for an unknown how long.

Chen Zui froze, the fingertips hanging by his side trembled slightly, the young man's lips opened and closed, but he didn't even utter a weak syllable.

She saw it.

He You only had a coat wrapped around his pajamas, and now the wind was blowing his whole body cold.

She pursed her lips and called him softly.

"Chen drunk."

The boy stood stiffly. When she came over, he subconsciously hid his blood-stained hands behind him.

Chen Zui lowered his eyes, curled his fingertips lightly, and felt a little desolate in his heart, not daring to look at the girl's eyes full of disgust and fear.

He must have frightened her.

The young man was thin, and he didn't even wear a coat when he came out. His thin shirt was blown up by the wind, bringing with it a slight smell of blood and an overwhelming coolness.

He went to hold his hand again, his voice very soft.

"Is it cold?"

Chen Zui pursed his lips tightly, subconsciously avoiding it.

He had blood all over his hands.

He paused again, looking up at him.

The young man lowered his delicate eyebrows, and he still refused to look up at her. The way he stood silently looked a little distressing.

He sighed again: "Don't you want me to hold you?"

Chen Zui's voice was very low, and it was only when he spoke that he realized that he was very hoarse.

"dirty."

It's all blood.

He bent his eyes again, and stretched out his hand to hold his hand tightly.

"Not dirty."

The moment he held it, the temperature of the girl's palm was conveyed, making the boy's eyes suddenly red.

Chen Zui raised his eyes to look at her, his pair of phoenix eyes stared at the light water color.

"Lin Yang, aren't you afraid of me?"

He is a man who walks with a knife and a gun, with the dirtiest blood on his body.

He raised his face again and looked into his eyes.

"Chen Zui, I like you."

Not afraid, and definitely not afraid.

The boy froze for a moment, and couldn't believe what he had just heard.

Chen Zui licked his dry lips, and the palm held by He You was sweating.

"You, what did you say?"

He took his hand again and repeated it again.

"I like you, very, very much."

Chen Zui fell silent, like a prisoner pulled back from hell, his eyes suddenly turned red and his heart softened.

She said she liked it.

It's not fear, nor disgust, she said she likes it.

The boy's body was covered with night, and the hem of his clothes was soaked with coolness. He raised his eyes, his light brown eyes were full of moonlight, his voice was wrapped in the sound of wind, soft and hoarse, trembling violently.

"Lin Yang, you can't lie to me."

Even if it's a lie, keep lying.

Chen Zui is willing.

(End of this chapter)