Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Yun Chen was seriously ill. He woke up from sleep, his nose was filled with the sweet smell of fresh blood, and his eyes were filled with a dark fog.

He didn't know how many times he woke up, but Yun Chen heard the roar of thunder.

The thunder was crazy, as if it was about to blow a hole in the sky, and violent explosions resounded throughout the continent.

Yun Chen was still very weak, but at this time, his body felt unusually comfortable and soft, as if he had received some kind of satisfaction that had been delayed for too long.

He felt like he was floating, as if he were lying on soft clouds.

Yun Chen moved his head and looked around confusedly.

where is this?

In a dream?

With a rumble, Yun Chen felt someone move next to him.

Yun Chen turned his head and looked under the bed, vaguely seeing Wei Bojian's curled up figure, her thin lips pressed into a tight line.

It was indeed a dream, otherwise how could Wei Bojian sleep under her bed like this?

It's thundering.

The young man must be scared again.

Yun Chen knew that the day his parents were killed by werewolves was such a rainy day.

He knew Wei Bojian was scared, but he never reached out to hug the child, and never comforted him with a word.

This made Yun Chen feel very guilty, and he even dared not face this innocent boy.

He didn't want to admit his innocence.

But what does the sin of parents have to do with a three-year-old child?

Fortunately, I am in a dream now.

He could make it up to him in his dreams.

Even more to compensate myself...

Yun Chen slowly got off the bed and hugged Wei Bojian's body from behind with his hands.

Wei Bojian opened her eyes and her body stiffened.

He was indeed very afraid of thunder when he was a child.

He was also afraid when he was young, but after six years of experience, he is no longer as timid as before.

The reason why he was curled up here was because he had lost a lot of blood, and because Yun Chen had been in a coma, he didn't dare to really leave.

But he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a short while, and suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

He subconsciously thought that Yun Chen was going to attack him, so he tensed his back and made a defensive posture. A fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he was ready to bite his throat at any time.

Little did he know that in Yun Chen's eyes, this look was because he was afraid.

Yun Chen sighed, reached out and touched his hair, and said softly in his ear: "Xiao Jian, don't be afraid, the thunder will pass soon."

Wei Bojian's pupils contracted a few times, and suddenly she remembered something, and her heart trembled violently.

It turns out that he knew he was afraid of thunder.

and many more.

What did he just call himself?

Little Jane...

No one knows what kind of storm these two words can set off in his heart.

He spent 15 years longing to be close to this person, and spent six years hating this person. Love and hate intertwined into huge pain, eroding his blood and bones all the time.

If it was six years ago, if he could call himself Xiao Jian, he would probably die for him...

But now...

late!

You find that you can't beat me, you find that I hate you to the core, so you come to please me?

Begging me to spare your life in this ridiculous way?

impossible.

Mu Yunchen, you are destined to be killed by me!

Wei Bojian curled her lips indifferently and turned around, trying to pierce this man's hypocritical mask.

But when he turned around, he found that the person holding him behind him had fallen asleep again at some point.

The young man's eyes were closed tightly and his lips were slightly open.

The gracefully curved thin lips were still stained with his blood, and the bright red color was very attractive. The eyebrows and eyes were not tightly frowned when they were uncomfortable just now, but had already relaxed.

Following Wei Bojian's movements, Yun Chen's hand slipped softly from his body and fell to the ground motionless.

The young man's breathing was steady and even, and there was a slight smile on his lips. All this indicated that he was having a good dream.

and so.

Was he in a dream when he hugged himself just now?

Yes, such a proud and noble person would not be willing to beg for mercy even if he fell alone and died in the forest.

Even if he was suppressed and humiliated by himself, he would only bite his lip, then look at him with eyes filled with hatred, and then cry silently after he left.

How could such a person come to please himself?

But in his dream...

Did you actually call yourself Xiao Jian?

You hate me so much, but you still feel sorry for me in your dreams occasionally, right?

Wei Bojian was stunned for a moment, a certain late grievance slowly emerged in her eyes, and she gently wiped away the blood on the young man's lips with her fingers.

But so what?

You killed my parents and tortured me for 15 years for no reason. I must kill you.

Maybe I will be merciful then and make your death less ugly.

[Ding, Weibo Jian’s strategy value is +10, and the current strategy value is 40]