Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 901
Ruan Ruishu was really fed up with this place, shook his head quickly, covered his injured hand and ran away quickly, not even paying attention to Yang Yu’er.
The little girl stood there alone, crying without Feng Linyuan saying a word.
He quickly turned around and ran after Ruan Ruishu crying: “Brother, wait for me -”
She ran so fast that she didn’t see the threshold under her feet.
Before his short legs could move forward, he fell to the ground with a “snap”, shrunk into a ball of flesh, and rolled forward several times in a row.
Even though he was bruised and swollen from the fall, he didn’t dare to stop. He just stood up and ran for his life in a hurry.
The two walked away.
The researchers were all sorting things in their respective rooms.
Feng Linyuan stood alone in the empty courtyard, feeling the cool wind blowing in front of him.
The early autumn wind was actually very comfortable, but it couldn’t dispel the depression in his heart.
He stood in the yard for a while and was about to go back to his room.
But as he was leaving, his eyes couldn’t help but fall on the love letters blown away by the wind in the courtyard.
Qiu Feng was illiterate and rolled up the papers on the ground randomly.
Seeing a few pieces of paper falling outside the door of other researchers’ rooms, Feng Linyuan moved his steps and quickly picked them up.
He admitted that, for a moment, he did want to see what was on the paper.
But he also thought that he and Jinjin were already married, so why should he care about this?
Not to mention that he didn’t believe that Jinjin would write these things to Ruan Ruishu, so what if he actually wrote them?
What he loves is the present. Why should he cling to the past and add trouble to himself?
Feng Linyuan sighed, and finally took out a lighter and burned the yellowed papers with fire.
He patted the smell of fireworks on his body to make sure it couldn’t affect the frail young man, and then went into the house to look for Si Jin.
After giving him a good bath and making some porridge to feed him, I kissed him with confidence.
“You haven’t slept all night, right? Your physique is not suitable for staying up late. Dark circles suddenly appeared under your eyes. It took a lot of effort to recover. Please get some sleep.”
“I’ll go out and smoke a cigarette, so I won’t smoke you.”
Si Jin watched the person leave and opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything.
Sure enough, it’s impossible not to care.
But that was written by the original author, not him.
So, after Feng Linyuan closed the door and went out, the young man pushed himself out of bed again, came to the table, picked up the paper and pen that Feng Linyuan usually used to write materials, and gently wrote two lines of words.
It was in his own handwriting, which was completely different from the original owner’s.
Then, he folded the paper, held it in his hand, and lay back on the quilt.
Looking sideways at the door.
Sure enough, after smoking a cigarette, Feng Linyuan took off his coat, brushed his teeth again, and then went to check Si Jin’s condition.
Seeing that the person was still asleep, his frown deepened.
He walked forward and tucked him in again: “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“I have something for you.” Si Jin lifted the quilt and reached out to hand the paper in his palm to Feng Linyuan.
The piece of paper just fell into Feng Linyuan’s hand with the warmth of the young man’s palm.
The man seemed to have a premonition of something, lowered his head, and opened it seriously.
The handwriting on it was completely different from that of the burned love letter.
There are two lines of beautiful and strong words written on it.
Ayuan, the moonlight was beautiful that night, I really love you.
——Qin Sijin.
A simple piece of paper was enough to dispel all the dissatisfaction in Feng Linyuan’s heart.
It turned out that Jinjin knew how much he thought about it.
He is so stupid!
As I thought about it, my eye circles became a little red again.
Si Jin was lying on the bed, looking at him without blinking, and said warmly: “Didn’t you tell me that I had to tell you something? It’s your turn, why didn’t you tell me? I have nothing to do with Ruan Ruishu, and I didn’t write that thing.”
“This is the first time I’ve written a love letter. It’s so pretentious. You should keep it yourself and don’t let others see it.”
Si Jin said, pulling the quilt down a little.
At the same time, he also took off his pajamas.
Revealing the hickey on the neck that belongs exclusively to Feng Linyuan.
The young man pointed at the marks on his body and confessed softly: “Ayuan, I only love you.
