Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen bit her lip and cried out softly.

Her tearful and red eyes looked at him with a hint of pleading.

Huo Yan paused, took two steps towards this side, and squatted on one knee beside the two of them.

His blood was probably naturally cold, and the loss of human life could not cause much ripples in his heart.

But Xia Xinyi had become like this for Ruan Xingchen after all, and he felt a little pity in his heart. He lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly, his voice like floating ice and broken snow: "I'm here."

"Huo, Boss."

Xia Xinyi called out to him with difficulty.

The man she once admired and secretly loved was still as handsome and noble as ever, like a god high above.

She used to be infatuated with love, but now her eyes are clearer.

Looking at him, she spoke with difficulty: "Promise me, promise me, take good care of Ms. Ruan, and always treat her well..."

Her eyes were filled with longing, as if she had ignited the last bit of light in her life and looked at him expectantly.

This was not an unacceptable request, and Huo Yan responded straightforwardly.

He nodded solemnly and said, "I will treat my wife well for the rest of my life and never let her suffer any injustice."

This man always keeps his word.

Xia Xinyi felt relieved, as if all her wishes had been fulfilled.

The light in her eyes gradually dissipated, her body became colder and colder, and her eyes gradually became dull.

"What a nice weather..."

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at the brightly shining sky above her head. Her voice became softer and softer: "I'm so tired, so tired..."

Her beautiful eyes gradually closed, her hand slipped from Ruan Xingchen's palm, and the last bit of her breath dissipated.

Ruan Xingchen's heart suddenly tightened. He lowered his eyes to look at her and called out softly, "Xinyi?"

The pale and beautiful girl, without a trace of blood, lay quietly in her arms, like a lifelike statue, without any reaction.

Her soul had left her suffering body and flew to where she belonged.

A clear teardrop fell, and Ruan Xingchen hugged her woodenly. Her heart felt like it was being grasped by a big hand, painful and astringent.

"Ma'am, she's already...gone."

Huo Yan looked at her worriedly, his big hand resting on her shoulder, and he comforted her gently, "The dead cannot be resurrected, and she doesn't want you to feel sad for her. Please accept my condolences, Madam."

"I know."

Tears fell on Xia Xinyi's face, adding a hint of blood.

Ruan Xingchen gently wiped it off for her, and also wiped the blood stains on her face carefully.

Xia Xinyi is a girl who loves cleanliness very much. Even in the most difficult times, she still keeps her home and herself clean. Her clothes are washed until they are white and have the scent of soapberries.

She certainly doesn't want to leave this world in such a miserable state.

After making sure there were no extra marks on her face, Ruan Xingchen gently laid her down on the ground and lifted her up.

She has a good figure, and her graceful figure has a unique charm when wrapped in the cheongsam. She is elegant but not worldly, sexy but not vulgar.

She is so beautiful that she looks like a stunning beauty who walked out of a painting scroll from the Republic of China.

She stood up, her high heels making crisp sounds as they stepped on the road, and she gradually approached Fan Wanqing.

"Crack, snap."

The rhythmic footsteps are slow and elegant, with a special kind of magic that captures people's hearts.

Fan Wanqing, who was lying on the ground like crazy, couldn't help but raise her head, and happened to meet a pair of red eyes.

How to describe these eyes?

There seemed to be two flames burning inside, extremely cold and extremely fierce.

The extreme cold and heat collided to create a powerful aura of anger and murderous intent, leaving people speechless.

Fan Wanqing subconsciously shrank back, clenched her hands uncontrollably, and hurriedly took two steps back.

His voice was trembling: "You, what are you doing? I'm warning you, you, don't do anything rash!"

Ruan Xingchen didn't say anything, but bent down and picked up the knife on the ground.

The knife was still stained with Xia Xinyi's blood, and when she held it in her hand, it added a bit of calm madness to her.

Fan Wanqing thought that by doing such a thing today, she had made up her mind to die, and she was no longer afraid of anything.

But now, looking at Ruan Xingchen who looked like Shura, she was so scared that her teeth were chattering, her legs were weak, and she couldn't move at all.

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

With her red lips slightly raised, Ruan Xingchen bent down in front of Fan Wanqing and lifted her chin with a knife.

He looked her over with his eyes, his voice as cold as ice water being poured over her head: "Are you wearing a wedding dress to replace me and marry Mr. Huo? Do you think that if I die, you can marry Mr. Huo and become Mrs. Huo?"

The knife pressed against the skin was cold and sticky, emitting a strong smell of blood that made people nauseous.

Fan Wanqing wanted to vomit, but she didn't dare to move at all.

The sharp blade pressed against her neck, cutting through the capillaries on the surface and causing a slight stinging pain.

Her eyes were filled with tears of fear, and her voice was filled with tears: "You, don't move..."

"You know you're afraid?"

Glancing at her with disdain, Ruan Xingchen's voice suddenly turned harsh as he scolded, "You're scared now, but why weren't you scared when you were wielding a knife? Do you know what it feels like to be waiting to die?!"

She had experienced this in her previous life.

Lying on the cold ground, feeling the blood and warmth draining away from my body, the pain followed me everywhere.

The world seems to have lost its color, and neither resentment nor hatred can change anything.

She knew exactly how painful that feeling was.

How dare Fan Wanqing take someone's life so easily?

Frightened by her suddenly raised voice, Fan Wanqing shuddered and suddenly exploded.

"It's all your fault! That woman died because of you! Why didn't you die? You are the one who deserves to die, Ruan Xingchen, you are the one who deserves to die!"

She roared loudly, her expression distorted.

Mixed with fear and resentment, she cried and shouted: "It was obviously me who knew Brother Shen first, and it was obviously me who came here first! You deserve to die, as long as you die, Brother Shen will be mine! I am Brother Shen's bride!"

"Do you think your love is so great? So great that you can sacrifice human lives to achieve your goals?"

Ruan Xingchen remained unmoved, his brows and eyes grew even colder, and he said in a cold voice, "Fan Wanqing, you're crazy."

"Even if I'm crazy, I'm still madly in love with Brother Chen!"

Fan Wanqing giggled, crying and laughing, shouting crazily: "I want to marry Brother Chen as my bride. He promised me that he would marry me when I grow up. I have grown up, why hasn't Brother Chen come to marry me yet?"

He is completely crazy.

Ruan Xingchen's face suddenly darkened. He threw away the knife and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped!"

"Fan Wanqing, stop acting crazy and stupid!"

Her heart was filled with rage that had nowhere to vent, and she shouted, "Do you think you can get away with this by playing dumb? You're dreaming!"