How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 291 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (49)

   The anger that he tried to suppress poured out like an out-of-control flood, Fan Xian glared at her fiercely, his cold voice trembled a little because of the extreme anger.

   "Can't you still forget him? Sheehan, wake up, don't make yourself like this, okay?"

   Fan Xian's expression was out of control with anger, but what he said was indeed not offensive.

   He knows Wen Xien, eats soft and not hard. As Wen Xien's good brother, he will dig out the people who hurt Wen Xien inch by inch from the bottom of her heart.

  Wen Xien's back hit the cold and hard wall, and in front of him was a huge shadow covered by Fan Xian, and her gloomy and irritable eyes were like an airtight net that tightly bound her.

Fan Xian clenched her neck tightly, her breathing was a little unstable, and her eyes were red, "You always have to give me some time, don't you? I don't want to do this either, but... But, I am I can't control myself..."

   It's really disappointing, it's really useless, I just mentioned that person a little, and I couldn't hold back my tears.

   After listening to her words, Fan Xian finally let go, his dark eyes were as deep as a hidden forest, and the dim light hidden in them was hidden in the shadows without a trace.

   His lips were slightly raised, and his faint smile revealed a rare gentleness and tolerance.

   "I'm your friend, I'm very worried about you, I already said that you can't be together."

  Fan Xian is not as impetuous as he was a year ago, and will not directly solve problems with violence.

   He touched Wen Xi'en's cheek and comforted him softly, "I know what I said is not very pleasant, you can do it, don't blame me..."

   Wen Xien looked at his sincere expression and said softly, "I don't blame you for a long time."

   Fan Xian brushed the fluttering hair on her forehead, then hugged him and buried his head in her neck.

   There was a hot breath on her neck, like a snake was gradually wrapping around her neck. Although she was very uncomfortable, Wen Xien held back and did not push it away.

   Fan Xian's pleasant voice was full of sadness in his ears.

   "If I didn't come to you today, you wouldn't come to me."

   At this time, he was aggrieved like a deceived child, but he did not refute angrily, but only asked pitifully in a low voice.

  Wen Xien smiled, and the sadness in her heart was disturbed by him. She lightly grabbed his brittle hair with both hands, looking at his sad and sad expression, she suddenly felt a slight sense of guilt.

   "How can you, I'm afraid you don't want to see me."

   Wen Xien and Fan Xian are also reconciled. Fan Xian often asks Wen Xien to come out to play when he is free. Fan Xian knows Wen Xiwen and what she likes to play, and he can make her very happy every time.

   But Fan Xian noticed a detail. Although Wen Xien said that he wanted to forget, the ring on her ring finger had never been removed from her, and every time she saw it, she felt it was particularly annoying.

  The thunderstorm was endless, a large amount of transparent water was splashed on the glass window, and then a thunderstorm burst in the gray air, and the dazzling silver light flashed in a corner and then dissipated.

  The torrential rain slammed violently against the window, making a crisp sound, and the smell of rain in the house gathered into a ball and attacked from all around.

  Wen Xien was reading a book on the bed, when she shuddered when she heard the roar of thunder, her face instantly turned extremely pale.

  Between the flashing and thundering of the movie, Wen Xien seemed to vaguely see a dead face.

   is Du Jiang.

   Wen Xien screamed, looking at the past empty.

   The heart began to beat abnormally, and Wen Xien was sweating in this cold winter.

   When the servants outside heard the sound, they hurriedly knocked on the door and asked softly what was going on.

   Wen Xien hid under the quilt, and the book in his hand fell on the carpet.

   A new teahouse has been opened on West Street recently. The decoration is quaint and the tea inside is also top-notch.

   Fan Xian called Wen Xien over, but was startled when he saw Wen Xien's pale and bloodless face.

   "What's the matter? Did you not sleep well? Why is your face so bad, or is your body unwell?"

   Fan Xianxuan's noisy voice kept ringing around my ears, like countless mosquitoes buzzing.

   "No." Wen Xien said calmly, her pale lips pressed tightly.

   Fan Xian saw that Wen Xien had no expression, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said excitedly: "I have a surprise for you."

   The fingers of drinking tea paused, Wen Xien put down the tea cup, bent his eyes and said, "Okay."

  The environment and hygiene of this tea room are very good, and there is a faint tea fragrance, which makes Wen Xien's tense nerves relaxed. She is a little curious about the surprise that Fan Xian said.

  It may be because of nightmares at night, Wen Xien's expression has always been disgusted, Fan Xian said to go out to the toilet.

   Wen Xien closed his eyes and rested, and almost fell asleep in a daze.

   In half-dreaming, Wen Xien felt the strange wetness of his fingers.

   opened his eyes slightly, but woke up suddenly when he saw the scene.

   A teenager was kneeling at his feet, and he docilely stuck out his tongue and licked her fingertips.

  The red soft tongue brushed over and over again, and the fingertips seemed to be wrapped in a ball of soft cotton, which made Wen Xien get goosebumps all over.

   Wen Xien quickly grabbed the boy's hair and pulled him back, but the boy didn't stop because of this, as if there was a tendency to climb up.

   "What are you doing? Who let you in!" Wen Xien looked at him angrily.

  The boy looked at Wen Xien nervously, his black eyelashes fluttering slightly, and his rosy lips slightly pursed.

   He didn't speak, and slowly approached Wen Xien, his innocent face enlarged little by little.

  Wen Xien wanted to push him away, but when he saw the boy's eyes, he was stunned. When the boy's lips were about to be kissed, someone grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

   "Plop--" A loud voice sounded, and the boy was dragged to the ground.

   The next second, an indifferent and cold face appeared in front of Wen Xien.

Fan Xian's expression was extremely gloomy under the light. His lips were about to open, but he didn't lose his temper at Wen Xien, but gritted his teeth at the young man, "Who allowed you in? I didn't ask you to wait outside. Are you going? Who gave you the guts to touch her!"

   Fan Xian was obviously extremely angry, his face was extremely terrifying, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out, suppressing violent thoughts.

  The boy knelt on the ground and begged for mercy in a panic. He was also fascinated by a ghost for a while, and saw Wen Xien's profile in the crack of the door.

That person only showed a profile face, fair and clear, with a handsome face, a cold expression, and a bit of tiredness. He was the most beautiful person Lin Yitian had ever seen, like a hidden beauty of Liuli. , weak and delicate.

   was sent in by ghosts and gods.

   He knew that he was serving this guest today, so he boldly entered without authorization.

   And he was nervous at first, but to his great surprise, Wen Xien didn't push him away.

   (end of this chapter)