Her black eyes looked into the crack in the door, and the amazing scene in the room almost made her shout out.
She quickly covered her mouth, incredible eyes, her clear water eyes reflected her delicate body, her pale face was covered with pear blossoms, and she was actually wearing a wide blue and white hospital gown, holding a hand in her right hand
He put the fruit knife on his left wrist tremblingly.
"Anran, put the knife down!"
Huang Xiaojue shouted softly, his magnetic sound was terrifying and helpless, and his usual deep brown eyes were completely replaced by anger.
An Ran was indifferent, his eyes were not focused, his voice was tinkling, and he couldn't tell whether she was talking to herself or to Huang Xiaojue, "You obviously would marry me... Why do you fall in love with her?"
"An Ran!" Huang Xiaojue looked at the devastated girl in front of him with a headache, tried his best to suppress the impatientness in his heart, and tried to lower his voice and coaxed him softly, "Stop making trouble..."
He really couldn't stand her anymore. She cried, made a fuss and hanged, and she really dared to use anything. This kind of Ran'er who doesn't know how to cherish himself, and this kind of Ran'er who doesn't know how to be optimistic... made him feel extremely strange...
Bored!
"I'm making a fuss?" Big teardrops fell from An Ran's black eyes continuously. Her lips were pale and no longer as rosy and shiny as before. "Jue... can you stop placing me perfunctory? I
Ask you, do you love Mo Xiaoran..."
Outside the door, Mo Xiaoran clenched her teeth, her heart pounding, and her eyes were so bright that she didn't dare to blink.
"An Ran, be obedient, give me the knife!" Huang Xiaojue did not answer An Ran's question directly. He clenched his fists, and the brutal blue veins showed his anger and helplessness, and he stepped forward with his long legs and big strides.
"No..." An Ran took a few steps back, and her hand holding the fruit knife trembled even harder. Her tears looked around emptyly. When her eyes touched the door of the ward, she was suddenly stunned.
A pair of black eyes were looking at them through the crack of the door...
It's Mo Xiaoran!
Mo Xiaoran also noticed An Ran's gaze, and she quickly retracted her head, and the deer in her heart jumped faster.
Now, An Ran saw her... She must say that she eavesdropped or something, and it was too late to escape...
However, for something Mo Xiaoran expected, I didn't hear An Ran calling her for a long time, and the ward was quiet for a long time.
She couldn't help but poked her head out again and looked into the room. An Ran and Huang Xiaojue were looking at each other, and An Ran's dry lips moved.
"...Jue, please answer me! Do you love Xiaoran?"
As she spoke, her right hand was gradually exerting force, and the sharp blade easily cut open the thin sleeves. Next, it was her white wrist...
"Ran'er!" Huang Xiaojue was anxious, but he had to make a soft voice and suppress his burning anger.
"Answer me!" An Ran cried loudly, his fingertips holding the knife turned white. His eyes glanced at the door intentionally or unintentionally.
She firmly believed that Huang Xiaojue would give a negative answer to save her life! She wanted Mo Xiaoran to hear this answer with her own ears, which completely disappointed Mo Xiaoran...
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If the recommendation message does not increase, Mo Xiaoran teaches An Ran a lesson, don’t fantasize about the scene~~~ A certain gangster smiles...