In the middle of the night, Yan Run was looking at the contents in the email.

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out, and the sound was rising and falling like a girl's sob.

Yan Run seemed to remember something, and her expression changed.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open.

The room was pitch black...

As the door opened, the girl's intermittent and faint sob became clearer.

With a "click", bright lights lit up in the room.

The bed was in chaos, but there was no girl.

Yan Run frowned and looked around.

Finally, he followed the source of the sound and found Leng Su in the closet.

The girl hugged her knees with her hands, her cheeks buried deep between her knees.

Her body was trembling violently, and a faint whimper rang out intermittently.

Yan Run subconsciously reached out to try to touch her, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he stopped.

The big hand in the air slowly tightened, clenched into a fist, and then slowly retracted.

...

...

...

There was no other sound in the room except for the faint whimpering of the girl.

But Leng Su knew that Yan Run did not leave...

Although he didn't move or speak, he even took his breath lighter.

But Ruju's eyes that fell on her never left.

After a long time, it seemed as long as a century.

Leng Su once again endured the work, and she let go of her hands holding her knees.

The tense body suddenly relaxed, and he leaned weakly in the bookcase.

She looked up at him...

He also looked at her silently...

The eyes were facing each other, and no one spoke to each other.

Time passed slowly, and in the end, Yan Run compromised first.

He bent down, gently picked up her weak all over and put her back on the bed.

After covering her with a quilt and pinching the horns of her, Yan Run got up and was about to leave.

But at this moment, the girl once again reached out and grabbed his big hand.

He turned to look at her, the emotions in her black eyes were complicated.

He is cautious, even more aggrieved, and has more trust and dependence on him.

Yan Run sighed silently in her heart.

"I will help you." Yan Run whispered.

Hearing this, the girl's dim black eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light of hope.

She looked at him, her frown loosened her frown, and the despair and depression in her eyes also disappeared.

"have a good rest."

"Yes." Leng Su replied in a low voice.

Then, under his gaze, she reluctantly let go of his big hand.

Seeing the reluctance on her face, Yan Run softened her heart.

He hesitated for a moment, but he chose to obey his heart and reached out to rub Leng Su's head.

"Good night."

Yan Run turned off the lights for her and left after closing the door.

The room was in a strange silence...

Yan Run left, and the room returned to darkness and silence again.

On the soft Simmons bed, Leng Su raised her hand to cover her chest, her face looking a little weird.

Her heartbeat seemed a little faster...

And when Yan Run left just now, she actually felt reluctant to leave.

But Yan Run clearly lives next door, and she is not going to a foreign country, nor will she be seen in the future. Why is she like this?

The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong, the more I think about it, the more confused I am, the more I think about it, the more I am confused.

Finally, Leng Su simply rubbed her face hard and forced herself to drive Yan Run out of her brain.

He muttered to himself, and said hypnotizingly... There are no fragrant grasses everywhere in the world. A beautiful beauty like her cannot hang herself on a tree!

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Chapter completed!