Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

The feeling of panic and terror lingered around her and did not dissipate.

The extreme fear and helplessness also gave rise to another strange feeling. It was hard to explain, like desire, or just a palpitation caused by the burning temperature of the other person in the mind.

Whenever I think back to the feeling I had at that time, my heart starts beating faster.

She placed her hand on her heart and felt the violent beating of her heart, but she didn't understand why.

why?

Is his heart beating faster because he is afraid that the other party will strangle him to death like Jian Yao did?

But it’s clearly not a feeling.

Or……

Jian Yan didn't dare to think about it carefully. This matter was too terrible. It made her fall into deep doubt, lose her sense of security, and refuse to delve into her own heart.

It was only today that she saw Tong Ruixiao's true face.

When he was angry, there was no gentleness in his eyes, but only terrified cruelty and violence, as if he wanted to eat her alive. He was even more terrifying than Jian Yao.

She had never thought of him as a kind person, and today she was frightened when she saw him suddenly angry. If she had been deceived by his gentle and elegant appearance, she would probably be left with a heavy psychological trauma.

In fact, if we only look at the moral level, it is natural to be angry if you catch your partner cheating.

Even if it is not a free marriage but just a marriage of arrangement, the default rule is that each party can play their own game. However, once one party brings up those shady and unspoken rules, they will still be condemned openly.

Not only is the wife having an affair, but it's an affair that would bring bad reputation to the family if discovered. Anyone would be angry.

Tong Ruixiao is such a complicated person that people are afraid of him.

He bumped into her with messy hair and smeared lipstick, but he did not show great anger immediately like most people, but remained calm. He also maintained his demeanor during the confrontation with Jian Yao.

So when he got back to the car, took off all his hypocritical masks, and suddenly revealed his out-of-control appearance, he looked even more terrifying.

I have endured it for so long.

When she was kissed without any ability to fight back, she really felt that he wanted to take revenge on her and kill her.

Fortunately, he regained his senses in the end and restrained himself from continuing.

She thought that his abnormal behavior might not only be due to anger, but also the effect of the drugs.

Otherwise, how could just kissing her be a punishment?

At the very least it should be confinement or something like that... She had been punished by Si Yanchen many times before, and she thought this was his gentlest method.

Jian Yan stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. With the back of her hand on her mouth, she could still feel the redness and swelling of her lips.

The hot and ambiguous feeling lingered and made her scalp tingle.

Be glad you escaped.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door and her heart tightened. She listened carefully and realized that this was not Tong Ruixiao's habit, so she relaxed.

He stood up and opened the door, and seeing the young man, he asked in confusion: "Xiao Mu, what do you want from me?"

Tong Huaimu shook his head, "I just want to ask you if you know where and what time to eat tonight. My classmates asked me out, and I'm afraid if I don't ask in advance, I won't be able to get back in time."

"I wanted to ask my dad, but he didn't leave his room and didn't respond when I knocked on the door. He might have fallen asleep, so I came to ask you."

No answer to knocking?

Jian Yan thought, could he have fainted in the room?

Is that medicine an aphrodisiac and a knockout drug?

Retracting his thoughts, he said to Tong Huaimu, “You go first, don’t let your classmates wait for too long, I’ll call you later.”

Tong Ruixiao hasn't told her yet, and she doesn't know the exact time and place, but now she just wants to avoid going out for that meal to avoid a weird atmosphere.

The boy nodded and went downstairs.

Jian Yan hesitated for a while, and after some ideological preparation, he gritted his teeth, walked to Tong Ruixiao's room, and knocked on the door.

It was nothing else, she was just afraid that the drug would really make him faint. After all, Jian Yao, that madman, could do anything. If something happened, she would be the sinner.

Sure enough, no one answered the door.

She opened the door and entered the room.

The structure of Tong Ruixiao's room is not quite the same as her guest room. His is a five-in-one room that combines a study, dining room, bedroom, bathroom and toilet. It occupies a quarter of the entire second floor, which is comparable to the entire area of ​​an ordinary house. It can be said to be very spacious.

After all, when the villa was built, no one thought that there would be one more person in the family, so it is normal that the master bedroom and the second bedroom are clearly separated.

The front door of the room leads directly to the study. If the door is wide open, you can catch a glimpse of the scene inside the study from the diagonal corner.

She went from the study to the dining room and then to the bedroom. There was no complicated decoration, just a simple style, mainly in white.

No one was seen.

The bathroom has a separate door, and the entire door is made of frosted glass, perhaps to prevent moisture. The door of the guest room is similar.

She vaguely saw mist rising from inside, he was in the bathroom.

Jian Yan stopped and knocked on the bathroom door, thinking that maybe he was in the soundproofed bathroom and couldn't hear the knocking outside.

But no one answered.

As I was preparing myself, I caught a few comments flashing across the livestream:

Yue Lao: Why is the live broadcast so intermittent? Did it get disconnected just now?

Chang'e: The live broadcast was interrupted. It's not our fault. The system detected the privacy of the tasker and interrupted it. I just asked so I know.

Pixiu: What did the anchor do in the car? (Curious Baby)

Jian Yan said, "It turns out that even a kiss can't be broadcast."

Pixiu: Hey, this is a serious live broadcast facing thousands of immortals. Of course we won’t include meaningless things like eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of you mortals.

Jian Yan: "You only supervise the direction of the mission?"

She gradually understood that this live broadcast was actually used to assist her in completing her tasks. These gods were spectators on the surface, but in fact they were also supervisors.

Yue Lao: Ahem, why do you say that? We call this watching the plot line reasonably and checking out the love line by the way, just by the way.

She collected her thoughts and pushed open the glass door of the bathroom.

Walking through the long corridor inside, you will see a wide view and a semicircular marble partition, behind which is a marble bathtub made of the same material.

She saw a blurry figure in the bathtub, his body buried under the floating flower bath, half of his chest exposed, his hands lazily resting on the edge of the bathtub.

"Tong Ruixiao?"

Tong Ruixiao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Jian Yan stood still and breathed a sigh of relief. "I knocked on the door just now but there was no response. I was afraid you might faint, so I came in to check."

"You still have some conscience." Tong Ruixiao suddenly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He had never expected that she would come.

"I've always had a conscience."

Jian Yan hit back at him in the same tone.

She found that the strange blush on his face had faded, leaving only moisture at the corners of his eyes and his lower eyelids red as if he had been crying.

It was weird. When I came in, I clearly wanted to just take a look and leave immediately, but now I didn't even have the intention to leave.

Compared to his usual formal attire and solemn sitting posture, he looked less solemn and more sexy, which made him quite attractive.