Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

At one o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere in the bar was at its climax.

But as an athlete of the national team, according to regulations, he should have returned to the hotel before twelve o'clock.

An Qiao was tired, yawned, and stood up first: "I'll wait for you, I'll go first."

The others looked at Bai Xiyu with some embarrassment.

Bai Xiyu took out his phone to look again.

Since Zhou Muye promised him to come over, he checked his phone every 3 minutes, but two hours passed, no one came, and no message came.

Bai Xiyu couldn't help wondering if Zhou Muye was letting him go.

The key point was that he boasted in front of his teammates, and the teammates were still waiting. If Zhou Muye didn't come after he agreed, it would be a slap in the face for him.

Bai Xiyu narrowed his eyes jealously, and whispered to the chat interface: "Zhou Muye, you will pay for this..."

On the screen, there is still a record of the two people's previous conversations.

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Bai Xiyu: [Not coming? 】

Bai Xiyu: [[Picture]]

Bai Xiyu: 【Okay, then send this photo to my reporter friend? 】

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Zhou Muye: [Wait for me for a while. 】

Pressing off the phone, Bai Xiyu picked up the jacket beside him, stood up with a cold face: "Let's go."

Teammates looked at each other.

One person asked, "Yu, isn't Ean coming?"

Bai Xiyu put on his coat on his own, but didn't respond.

The other people sensed that the atmosphere was not right, looked at each other, shrugged, and then packed up their belongings.

However, at this moment, Bai Xiyu's cell phone vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at it.

The moment he saw the message prompt, Bai Xiyu's face softened a little, and then he turned his head and looked out the French window beside him.

A matte black AMG had just come to a stop, but it didn't turn off.

Afterwards, the car door opened, and a tall man stepped out from inside, wearing a black leather jacket, with an indifferent expression, showing a somewhat stern temperament in the night.

When Bai Xiyu saw the person coming, he curled the corner of his lower lip, showing a winner's smile.

When the members of the German national team arrived at the entrance of the bar, they all saw Zhou Muye and couldn't help talking about it.

"Oh my God, Yu, you really called Ean out."

"That car is so cool! I really want to ask Ean to take me back."

"It turns out that Ean and Yu are still in such a good relationship, I thought they had lost contact..."

"Ean, you still miss Yu, don't you? What's the word for this in China?"

An Qiao leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and replied in Chinese out of boredom: "The old love is revived."

The AMG was still running. After Zhou Muye got out of the car, he leaned his back on the car door, lazily bent his legs, and didn't intend to come this way.

Looking at Zhou Muye's face, Bai Xiyu knew that the eldest young master was in an extremely upset mood. According to Zhou Muye's character, when this time passed, he might not even be bothered to deal with it, and would not deal with anyone.

In order to prevent his teammates from seeing the tricks, Bai Xiyu straightened the collar of his coat, turned his head and smiled slightly, and said, "You guys go first, Ean and I still have something to say, and he will send me back later."

The teammates booed enthusiastically, urging Bai Xiyu to hurry over, and they didn't bother.

Bai Xiyu crossed the sidewalk and came to Zhou Muye with a smile on his face: "Here?"

Zhou Muye slowly raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Delete the photo."

Bai Xiyu looked at Zhou Muye for a moment, then his eyes turned cold: "Are you begging for help?"

"You may not know me." Zhou Muye said, "I never ask for help."

Bai Xiyu sneered, in disbelief: "Then can you come over in the middle of the night? Just ask me to delete it on WeChat."

Zhou Muye changed his standing posture, his eyebrows and eyes were distant: "I came here to talk to you face to face."

Bai Xiyu: "What are you talking about?"

"Don't harass Ruan Xiao anymore." Zhou Muye lowered his eyelids lazily, and said in a calm tone, "I just don't want to cause trouble, but it doesn't mean I really can't do anything about you."

A face-to-face warning is far more deterrent than a conversation through a screen.

Zhou Muye was obviously serious this time.

Bai Xiyu's mind became hot, without even thinking about it: "You fell in love with him?"

Zhou Muye seemed to think for a moment, then looked at Bai Xiyu: "I thought it was obvious."

Hearing Zhou Muye's confession, Bai Xiyu's eyes burst into jealousy: "What is there about him that you like?"

Zhou Muye didn't answer immediately, he seemed to feel that the meaning had been conveyed in place, and he had nothing to say to Bai Xiyu, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just when he opened the car door, he said in a low voice: "If he smiles at me, I can be happy for many days."

Bai Xiyu choked for breath, silently clenched his hands into fists.

This time, he really understood Zhou Muye's feelings.

Bai Xiyu looked back at the bar door.

His teammates haven't left yet and are looking this way.

Even though Bai Xiyu's heart is full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness, but at this point, he must not lose face again.

Bai Xiyu walked around the front of the car, came to the passenger seat, and said with a cold face, "Take me back."

Zhou Muye paused, looked at the opposite side through the roof of the car: "It's not on the way."

"It's not on the way? Based on our past friendship, it's not okay to give it a ride?" Bai Xiyu said arrogantly, "Or are you afraid of letting Ruan Xiao know? It's not possible, young master."

Bai Xiyu talked to himself and opened the door of the passenger seat.

The teammates at the entrance of the bar whistled and cheered for unknown reasons.

Zhou Muye's dark eyes dimmed, and he tapped impatiently on the roof of the car with his fingertips: "That's not your place."

Bai Xiyu took out his phone and shook Zhou Muye: "If you don't see me off, I'll send the photo to Ruan Xiao, he shouldn't know, right?"

Then he smiled sarcastically, and he figured it out, and said, "You protect him so well, how could you let him know?"

Zhou Muye frowned slightly, and finally couldn't suppress his anger in the cold voice: "Did you not understand? I said don't harass him."

Zhou Muye rarely gets angry.

Bai Xiyu was unavoidably startled. He rolled his eyes, lowered his head to operate on the phone, and then turned the phone over to face Zhou Muye.

"Delete it, okay?"

In front of Zhou Muye, Bai Xiyu clicked the "Permanently Delete" option in the photo recycle bin.

Bai Xiyu is very good at discerning the direction of the wind.

He didn't release the photos immediately because he hadn't tested Zhou Muye's attitude yet.

He is not afraid of Ruan Xiao, but he is afraid of Zhou Muye. If he really offends the Zhou family, he will never be able to go around.

Since Zhou Muye had made it clear that he wanted him to delete the photos, it was useless for him to hold the photos in his hand, so it was better to go along with the flow as a gesture of favor.

Zhou Muye just glanced at it lightly, unmoved.

Bai Xiyu raised his eyebrows: "Can you send me back now?"

Zhou Muye: "No."

"..."

Young Master Bai Xiyu's temper also came up, and he sneered: "Then I still want to take your car, see what it is made of gold, I can't even sit in it."

Bai Xiyu stepped into the car and sat down.

"Oh!"

Suddenly there was a loud slamming sound from the door, which startled Bai Xiyu.

He looked out of the car in a daze, and saw Zhou Muye slamming the driver's door behind him, bypassing the front of the car, and coming to him.

Bai Xiyu raised his head to look at Zhou Muye with one foot still in his hands.

Zhou Muye looked down at him from above, his pitch-black eyes were extremely cool.

Bai Xiyu even wondered if he would be thrown out by Zhou Muye, and felt a little apprehensive, but it was hard to get off now.

Zhou Muye glanced into the passenger seat, licked his lower lip, and showed a bit of patience: "Please step aside."

Bai Xiyu: "..."

Zhou Muye: "Don't make me trouble you a second time."

Bai Xiyu's expression changed again and again, and finally he reluctantly got out of the passenger seat.

As a result, Zhou Muye did not close the door immediately, but went to the trunk and took out a suitcase from it.

It was left when I helped Ruan Xiao move out of the hot pot restaurant last time, and it has been kept in the trunk for backup.

Zhou Muye threw the suitcase on the passenger seat, opened it, leaned into the car, and swept the blind box dolls in the two rows in front of the car into the suitcase, then picked up the yellow ducklings and the blue dolls on the seats. Doraemon, the red Elmo, the purple Renabelle...all stuffed into the suitcase.

"Are you sick?" Zhou Muye cursed in a low voice while tidying up, "Damn, bad luck..."

"..."

Bai Xiyu stood aside, looking at him blankly: "What are you doing..."

The players of the German team in front of the bar saw something was wrong and couldn't help but approach this side.

Zhou Muye packed all the dolls in the car into the trunk, took them off, and closed the car door.

Zhou Muye pulled out the lever and casually glanced around.

The Germans are all looking this way.

Zhou Muye put one hand on the trolley, and put the other into the pocket of the black leather jacket.

He looked at Bai Xiyu, with indifferent eyes, and said in fluent German: "This is the seat of my baby. Since someone else has been in this car, I don't want this car anymore."

Bai Xiyu's face suddenly became ugly.

A circle of people around exclaimed, lowered the volume among each other, and talked a lot:

"What's going on? Didn't you agree to send Yu home?"

"This car costs more than 100 million yuan! If you say no, then don't, it must be a lie!"

"Ean doesn't seem to like Yu...he even hates him a little..."

"Why do you treat Yu like this? I feel sorry for Yu..."

Only An Qiao yawned and muttered sleepily: "I told you that he has to accompany my little lover..."

Zhou Muye dragged the box and left, leaving the million dollar luxury car on the spot.

Bai Xiyu's face was flushed red, looking at Zhou Muye's back, he finally broke down and yelled with nowhere to vent.

***

Zhou Muye took the suitcase and walked for a certain distance on the street, and finally stopped the car and returned to Zhou's residence.

Passing the stairs when returning to the room, he stopped for a while, looked towards the second floor, and then continued to walk towards his room.

As a result, the next morning, Zhou Muye went to push the door of the guest room on the second floor, and found that there was no one in the room, and the quilt was spread flat on the bed, with neat corners and corners.

Zhou Muye gripped the doorknob tightly.

Ruan Xiao is someone who never makes up the quilt when she wakes up in the morning.

Zhou Muye called.

After a few rings, it was connected over there.

Zhou Muye leaned against the wall of the corridor, and cut straight to the point: "Where are you?"

There was light breathing on the other side of the phone, and after a while, Ruan Xiaoxining's voice sounded: "I'm at Teacher Yun's house."

Zhou Muye stood upright, ready to go downstairs: "Okay, I'll pick you up."

"Aye."

But Ruan Xiao called softly and stopped in place.

Holding the phone, Zhou Muye looked forward, something flickered in his dark eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was still cold: "Do you want to see me?"

Ruan Xiao just smiled slightly, and answered the wrong question: "Aye, I will be training at Teacher Yun's house for a few days, and I will live here."

Zhou Muye frowned slightly: "Ruan Xiao..."

Ruan Xiao interrupted Zhou Muye with a well-behaved voice: "Some time ago, my program was not going well and I was under a lot of pressure, so I would take tranquilizers. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in time, but now I won't, so you can rest assured."

Zhou Muye said, "I'll go see you."

"No."

Xi Ning's voice refused very simply.

Zhou Muye paused, lowered his head, his jaw line tightened: "Why?"

"I just don't want people to disturb you." Ruan Xiao said in a soft voice, "The game is coming soon, I need to stay in shape."

Both sides of the phone fell silent.

For a while.

Zhou Muye said in a low voice, "Xiaoxiao, your condition is very wrong."

"No..." Ruan Xiao said in a relaxed tone, sounding very obedient, "By the way, Ah Ye, I forgot to tell you, Teacher Yun praised me for regaining my emotions, and I finally know what jealousy is."

Zhou Muye didn't speak.

In the practice room in the mountains, Ruan Xiao sat in the corner with his knees around, one side of his body pressed against the wall, holding his mobile phone, and said unhurriedly: "After I tried hard and couldn't win, after I knew that you carried me behind my back After seeing Bai Xiyu, I finally know what it feels like."

Zhou Muye closed his eyes and walked downstairs: "I'll pick you up, let's make it clear in person, it's because..."

"But none of that matters anymore."

Ruan Xiao's contemptuous words made Zhou Muye stop again.

"The only thing I care about now is whether I can finish my program."

The willow tree outside the practice room swayed with the wind, and the sunlight shone through the fluffy branches, casting a black shadow on the opposite wall, which was just grafted onto Ruan Xiao's back, like spreading huge black wings.

"Aye."

Beside the microphone of the mobile phone, a smile appeared on her red lips.

"I feel great right now."

"So please...don't bother me."

***

There are still five days before the Grand Prix, Ruan Xiao is practicing day and night in the practice room.

Yunyan was amazed at Ruan Xiao's change.

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It's only been a few days since she let go of harsh words to Ruan Xiao at the club. When Ruan Xiao did land movement training again, her aura and eyes completely changed.

Lonely, decisive, fierce, rebellious.

Every move reveals a powerful vitality.

Even though it was Yunyan, when Ruan Xiao was dancing towards her during the performance, she couldn't help but take half a step back from the sidelines.

She was completely overwhelmed by that powerful aura.

Tchaikovsky's music continued in the practice room, and Ruan Xiao spun and danced.

Yunyan stood in the corner, staring closely at Ruan Xiao's figure, with one arm wrapped around her arm, and the other hand stroking the heart-shaped pendant on her chest, suppressing the surge in her heart.

Ruan Xiao perfectly fits the image of a black swan in her mind.

Yunyan was thankful again that this repertoire was reserved for Ruan Xiao at that time.

Maybe she knew subconsciously that Ruan Xiao would never disappoint people.

However, while Yunyan was thankful for Ruan Xiao's excellent performance, she was also troubled by having to deal with the young master of the Zhou family who came to the door every day.

Yunyan didn't know what conflict Ruan Xiao had with Zhou Muye, Ruan Xiao never saw anyone.

On this day, Zhou Muye came to the door again, bringing Ruan Xiao a change of clothes.

Seeing that it was Yunyan who came to open the door, Zhou Muye glanced in the direction of the practice room.

Standing at the door, you can also hear the sound of the symphony from there.

Zhou Muye looked at Yunyan and asked, "Can he come out?"

Yunyan smiled apologetically, took the paper bag from him, and said: "Xiaoxiao is unwilling, maybe because he still has some emotions, let's wait until the grand prix is ​​over, there are only three days left, he has been busy with training recently, and when the competition is over After that, I will definitely take him home."

Because Ruan Xiao didn't answer the phone, Zhou Muye had already edited WeChat to explain to Ruan Xiao.

But Ruan Xiao never replied to his message.

Zhou Muye said lightly, "Can I go in and see him?"

Yunyan thought for a while, and said, "I suggest you don't do this."

Zhou Muye blinked, looked away, turned towards the practice room, and raised his voice, "Ruan Xiao, don't fucking regret it!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

In the practice room, Ruan Xiao leaned against the door and sat on the ground in a full body. Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake symphony filled the entire space.

Ruan Xiao scratched the floor with his broken fingertip, muttering, "Traitor..."

After Ruan Xiao knew the truth about Zhou Muye's departure that night, he still didn't want to see him.

In Ruan Xiao's heart, all he cared about from the beginning to the end was that he was not good enough.

Because of not being able to meet the ideal standard in my heart, resentment, jealousy of those talented people, and becoming scruples about gains and losses in relationships, full of suspicion, thorns all over, wishing to force everyone to retreat, in turn, hate this feeling, and become more Resentment, vicious circle.

Ruan Xiao retracted himself into a hard and dark shell, unwilling to open it up to anyone, only in this way can he gain a temporary sense of security.

Now there is only the Grand Prix this time to prove himself. If he still can't break through, Ruan Xiao feels that he will collapse.

Even without Zhou Muye by his side, the incessant reluctance and desire to conquer in his heart are enough to support him to move forward.

Although, very tired...

That night, it was almost early morning, Yunyan couldn't bear it anymore and went to bed first.

Ruan Xiao was still practicing ballet in the practice room, but after a jump, he suddenly sprained his foot and fell to the ground.

Ruan Xiao didn't get up immediately, but lay on his back with one arm over his eyes, and it took a long time before he moved.

He limped to the chair, stepped on the injured foot, calmly sprayed water on his slightly swollen ankle, took out a sports bandage, and tied it on himself.

Because of too intensive training, it is inevitable that there will be muscle or ligament strains. He has already had a lot of bandages on one leg, and he should rest and recover.

But Ruan Xiao didn't let Yunyan see it, and usually used long trousers to block it.

Ruan Xiao was dripping with sweat, sat on the bench to rest for a while, turned his ankle, felt nothing serious, and continued to train.

The next day, Ruan Xiao got up at six o'clock, feeling a vague pain in her ankle.

He took off the sports bandages. The ankle injured last night was not swollen obviously, but after one night, it swelled to the size of an egg. Under the restraint of the bandages, it was so tight that it was painful.

Ruan Xiao frowned delicately, and muttered, "Don't be like this..."

He will be on the field in two days, so he must not be injured.

Ruan Xiao spent an extra half an hour that day, applying heat to himself in the room. Facing his still swollen ankle, he bit off the bandage and wrapped it around himself.

During the bandaging process, he gritted his teeth tightly and his face turned pale. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the swollen ankle was restrained very evenly with brute force, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Ruan Xiao patted his ankle and coaxed in a low voice, "Persist a little longer."

***

In a blink of an eye, on the day of the grand prix, Yunyan came to the scene in person, and she came to see Ruan Xiao.

Since the Huaxia Grand Prix has gathered many new figures skating stars, it has attracted unprecedented attention.

The stadium was full of people that day, journalists carrying cameras gathered at the entrance of the contestants, and the flashes were frequently turned on.

The first day is the short program.

After Ruan Xiao finished six practice sessions on the court, he returned to the coaching area, only to find that Zhou Muye was sitting in Xiao Kaiyang's place.

The two hadn't seen each other for many days, and they didn't feel embarrassed when they met for the first time.

It's just that the intertwined eyes in an instant are full of too many unclear emotions.

Ruan Xiao slightly shifted his gaze, and sat down a seat away from Zhou Muye.

Zhou Muye looked at the field in front of him, and said in a cold voice, "Do you want psychological counseling?"

Ruan Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he took a quick glance at Zhou Muye, his face burning unavoidably.

Biting her lower lip in frustration, she looked down at her ankle: "No, thank you."

Zhou Muye: "Find me after the game."

Surrounded by noisy voices, the two seemed to form a world alone.

Ruan Xiao propped his hands on the chair, shrunk his shoulders, and said softly, "Why..."

Zhou Muye turned his face to look at him: "How long will you be angry?"

Ruan Xiao pursed his lower lip and raised his head. Across the ice rink, he could see the German team players on the opposite side.

An Qiao was drinking water from a thermos cup, looking around, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Bai Xiyu was listening to music with headphones on.

Ruan Xiao said: "You don't understand..."

Zhou Muye frowned.

With a calm expression, Ruan Xiao stretched out one leg and shook his painful ankle.

thought.

If he doesn't rely on anger and unwillingness to support him, what else can he rely on?

***

In the short program, Ruan Xiao's "Requiem" set a new score in the Finland Cup, which is a personal best score.

Ruan Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

But after Bai Xiyu finished the game, when the scores came out, the audience exclaimed.

Looking at the high score of 110.28 on the scoreboard, Ruan Xiao pinched his palm.

Bai Xiyu was nearly 20 points higher than him.

Ruan Xiao didn't even know how the almost full program content points came from, he didn't think his performance would be inferior to Bai Xiyu's.

But the referees seemed to favor Bai Xiyu alone.

Almost instantly, the thick green liquid burst open, burning sourly and unbearably.

Bai Xiyu slid to the edge of the field amidst flowers and applause, and accepted the hugs of his teammates and coaches with a relaxed expression.

The first day ended with the first broadcast of Bai Xiyu's short program.

Ruan Xiao is currently ranked third.

Ruan Xiao didn't bother to come over to congratulate his brothers, packed his things and left.

He didn't want to waste any more time, he just wanted to go to the ice rink to train for the free skating program the day after tomorrow.

Ruan Xiao was about to go backstage to look for Yunyan, but at the exit of the stadium, he ran into the German first team coming towards him.

Bai Xiyu was holding flowers in his hand, with a smile on his face, the moment he saw Ruan Xiao, his smile subsided slightly.

Bai Xiyu stepped forward gracefully and said, "Congratulations, No.3."

Ruan Xiao just glanced at him, ignored him, and walked around him to leave.

But Bai Xiyu took a step aside calmly.

Ruan Xiao looked up.

When Bai Xiyu looked at him, a trace of malice and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he said softly, "You are nothing more than that, do you know now? If there was a fair competition, you would never have won against me in the qualifiers. You just relied on the Zhou family background..."

Ruan Xiao squinted his eyes lightly, a certain string in his brain flicked violently, and it broke immediately.

He was already in a bad mood because of losing the game, but now Bai Xiyu directly poked at the thing that bothered him the most for a long time.

And then, how did Bai Xiyu target him, scratching his game music disc, belittling him to nothing, tearing up the gap in his long-standing anxiety in love, and sending text messages to Zhou Muye at night...

The old and new hatred almost surged up all at once.

If this can't take revenge, then Ruan Xiao really feels that he deserves to be abused.

Ruan Xiao's eyes were bright, and he raised his hand and waved directly.

Bai Xiyu's expression changed drastically, and she subconsciously closed her eyes to hide.

The expected pain did not come.

Ruan Xiao's high-raised hand was cut in mid-air by a big palm.

There were exclamations all around.

Because there are auditoriums on both sides of the aisle, the population is dense, and many reporters have gathered.

A reporter has already paid attention to the commotion here, carrying a camera and poking around.

Bai Xiyu opened his eyes and looked.

Zhou Muye appeared at some unknown time and held Ruan Xiao's hand.

Zhou Muye looked down at Ruan Xiao and pressed down his hand.

But Ruan Xiao obviously took a breath of gamble, his eyes turned red, his hand struggled unsteadily with Zhou Muye in the air for a moment, and then was forced down again.

Bai Xiyu took the opportunity to return to the team quickly, and said something to his coach and team members with a weak and timid face, and cast his eyes here.

After a while, the chubby German coach came towards this side with an unsuspecting expression on his face, and chattered something to Ruan Xiao.

Ruan Xiao couldn't understand, so he went to see Zhou Muye.

Zhou Muye only replied to Fat Coach in German.

The fat coach was obviously stunned for a moment, then blew his beard and stared, as if he was pissed off.

Ruan Xiao was extremely bored with the situation in front of him, and didn't want to waste any more time, so he withdrew his hand from Zhou Muye's palm and left directly.

Ruan Xiao walked in the long passageway backstage, heading for the stairs.

After a while, I heard footsteps behind me.

Ruan Xiao knew who it was without looking back, but now he was very angry and didn't want to care about others, so he walked faster and faster.

But the footsteps also bit him tightly, and he didn't give up.

It wasn't until Ruan Xiao was almost at the top of the stairs that a voice came from behind: "Are you ready?"

No!

You are so reluctant to let him be beaten...

Ruan Xiao was furious and wanted to go downstairs, but before he could turn, someone grabbed his arm from behind and turned his whole body back.

Enthusiasm surged in Ruan Xiao's mind, and while turning around, he raised his hand and threw it at the man.

"Clap" sound.

Crisp and loud in the empty corridor.

Zhou Muye tilted his face, red marks appeared faintly on his pure white face.

That palm seemed to wake Ruan Xiao awake, he froze for a moment, opened his mouth in disbelief, then clenched his numb palm.

But Ruan Xiao, feeling guilty in his heart, still insisted: "Then...then you can do it for him."

A young master like Zhou Muye may never have been beaten in his life.

Ruan Xiao thought that Zhou Muye would be angry, so he tensed up, ready to bear his anger.

But Zhou Muye was very calm, even a bit too calm.

Ruan Xiao couldn't bear it again, his bright black eyes trembled twice, looking at the red marks on Zhou Muye's face, he really wanted to say sorry.

Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes, pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, then pulled Ruan Xiao's beating hand, spread it out, stroked his tender palm, and said slowly, "Does it hurt?"

Ruan Xiao could no longer be tough, like a dam that collapsed before the flood, his eyes flashed with water: "Aye..."

Zhou Muye asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Ruan Xiao sniffed and shook his head quickly.

Zhou Muye raised his eyelids at this moment, staring at Ruan Xiao with dark eyes: "Then it's me."

"..."

Ruan Xiao was taken aback for a moment, but he still hadn't realized what was going on.

There was a sudden pain in the back of my head.

Zhou Muye grabbed Ruan Xiao's hair with one hand, took two steps forward, lowered his head and pressed Ruan Xiao's lips hard, and at the same time forced Ruan Xiao to the corner.

After a while, blood slowly dripped from the corners of their mouths, but it was unclear whether it was Ruan Xiao's or Zhou Muye's.

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