Mo Nanjue's slender five fingers were gathered, and he held her in his palm. He never let her suffer after living together. Tong Ran had a completely stubborn temper with him. He would not stop him from a word, and he would be angry even if he made a fuss.

But now...

Mo Nanjue felt inexplicably. He never thought of changing her in the past. He would continue to act like she liked. This is the vivid and full of vitality.

But what he didn't know was that stubbornness and tantrums were treated differently. She could sway at him, but not at others.

This is the difference between love and not love.

After Tong Ran said that, she kept her head hanging down. She didn't move, and the man didn't write. The faint atmosphere spread between the two, and even the moonlight softened.

After a while, she raised her head and wrote: [Why don't you speak?]

【I'm waiting for you to speak.】

【I just said it.】

She looked at him after she finished writing.

Mo Nanjue stared at her eyes, her eyes clear and with an unconcealable sourness, the man raised his hand: [You know, I can't hear it.]

Tong Ran paused with her raised hand, bit her lower lip, and raised her hand to write what she had said just now.

Mo Nanjue realized her thoughts and wrote them out, which hurt more than he said them. He suddenly stood up. Tong Ran was stunned, then stopped and stood up as well.

The two of them bent down at the same time and found that almost half of the glass window was filled with words.

Mo Nanjue stood sideways, and Tong Ran saw his bloody left hand. She opened her eyes wide, "Your hand..."

She pounded the glass window and reached out to see her finger.

The man glanced at him and put his hand behind him, "It's okay."

He shook his head, but Tong Ran saw it clearly. The wound was definitely a knife wound. She frowned and wanted to grab his hand and ask, but then she realized how inconvenient it was. She raised her hand and wanted to write, but found that there was no place to write.

She turned around and ran to the glass window on the other side, but found that the glass was smooth, so how could she write on it?

Tong Ran felt at a loss. She looked around anxiously, unable to think of any other way...

Mo Nanjue stood sideways without moving. He gritted his teeth, and waves rolled in his body, rushing from his heart one after another, and it hurt like tearing. Obviously, the poison powder on the wall just now was not that simple.

It took a while for the medicine to start to attack.

Seeing that he was not moving, Tong Ran hurried over. She couldn't write, so she had to reach out and pound the glass window, "Mo Nanjue?"

Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips, took a deep breath and turned around.

Tong Ran looked at his pale handsome face and became more anxious, "You are going to get poisonous, right? How come you feel uncomfortable?"

Mo Nanjue shook his head, his steps fell down, "I'm fine."

Tong Ran couldn't understand what he was saying. She was anxious and vaguely guessed something, "Mo Nanjue, how did you come in..."

She was so anxious that she opened her mouth and bit the glass window.

A cold sweat broke out between the man's forehead. He did not raise his hand to wipe it. Tong Ran looked at the tears that were about to come out again. If he was really poisonous, what should he do...

Desperate despair spread from all over the world. Tong Ran looked around, hoping that she could go out. Even if she broke one hand and one leg was broken, she would crawl out...

"Mo Nanjue!"

She roared like a beast in her throat, staring at his face with red eyes. Seeing this, Mo Nanjue reached out to pull his leather jacket away, which was a pure white linen shirt inside.

Tong Ran didn't understand what he was going to do.
Chapter completed!