Perhaps because she hadn't spoken to someone like this for a long time, Liangzi suddenly felt that there were a lot of words in her heart that were pouring out of her mouth, and she wanted to be spoken, so she spoke: "Everyone thinks that killers are scary. But they don't know how to do it.

You know, there is a kind of person in the world whose fate is that if she doesn’t kill someone, she will be killed by someone else. At first I didn’t

I was willing to be a killer and learn the skills just to listen to my brother and protect myself. But later I discovered that there will be many people who will kill you for various purposes, or kill important people around you. Later, I had no choice but to kill someone.

Because I understand, if I want to protect them or myself better, I must become cruel..."

At this moment, Liangzi seemed to have taken off all the disguises and became the most original and real Duanmu Xingtong. Nan Fengjin had to admit how shocking and distressing Duanmu Xingtong was...

He watched her desperately holding back the tears in her blue eyes, so that her entire eye circles were red. He saw her teeth clasping his cherry lips tightly, so that the two tender petals oozed bright red.

He couldn't bear to see her like this, and it also made him feel distressed. So the next second, he made a bold move that even he had not thought of...

He approached her, then stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled Xingtong into his arms. At that moment, Xingtong's eyes suddenly widened, like two sea-blue pearls, in Nan Fengjin's

A dazzling light emitted from his arms.

This is the second time he hugs her...

The first time, the Shohe family in Japan was to save her.

So what is it for this time?

The air seemed to become thinner all of a sudden, and Xingtong felt her heart beat faster for the first time in her life. Why, why did being in the arms of this gentle-looking boy make her feel protected...could it be that this was

The sense of security that Huahua often talks about...

"Thumping——"

"Thumping——"

"Thumping——"

Xingtong was so nervous that she closed her eyes. Oh my God, what's wrong with her? Why is her heart beating so fast? Why does she feel like she can't breathe...

According to what Huahua said...

God, could it be that she, she, she fell in love with him...

When this idea appeared in her mind, Xingtong felt that she was crazy!!

"No -" At that moment, she was frightened. She didn't know where she got the strength to push Jin away.

Uh, so strong~~

This is the first reaction that comes to Jin Yue's mind. She really doesn't look like an ordinary girl...

He staggered, trying hard to catch himself so as not to fall. Then, he raised his head and looked at her, and saw that her whole face was like a ripe apple, very tempting.

Uh, isn't she a killer? Why would a killer blush?

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on his gentle face unconsciously.

Xingtong was a little unwilling and bit her lip: "Nan Fengjin, why are you laughing?"

However, hearing her ask this, the smile on Jin's lips deepened: "Because, you look beautiful when you blush."

"..." There was another sudden shock. Xingtong seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it was really burnt on the outside and tender on the inside...

Did she get teased just now?! It seems like she did!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why do you think everyone in the world can bully her tonight...

At this moment, Jin smiled again and said: "Xingtong, I suddenly want to draw. Can you stay here and be my model?"

Uh, model?!

Xingtong stood there stupidly, neither saying yes nor saying no.

Here, Jin has already laid out a new canvas on the drawing board, picked up the brush and started painting. At this moment, he seemed to have a sudden surge of inspiration. This was the first time in two years that he felt so excited.

, as if, as if all the artistic cells in the body have been awakened...

Yes, he wants to paint, he wants to paint...

He wants to find Nan Fengjin, who has a quiet and extremely fulfilling heart...

Just like that, three hours passed before I knew it.

However, these two hours seemed to be longer than three centuries to Xingtong.

"Okay, are you okay?" Finally, she asked weakly, a little impatiently.

She felt that she could no longer stay in the same room with Nan Fengjin like this, because she could hardly breathe. Seeing him painting so calmly and seriously, every time he looked at her, his concentrated expression

The look in her eyes made her feel panicked, and she couldn't help but feel a little sweet, because those eyes seemed to be looking at the most beautiful work of art in the world...

Nan Fengjin raised the hand holding the paintbrush and made a "shh-" gesture in front of her mouth, signaling her to stop talking.

Xingtong was confused inside...

Why does this man, who usually looks as gentle as water, be so domineering when painting?

Wow, how long will she have to be looked at by him like this? Is there gold on her face...

After about half an hour, Nan Fengjin, who had not stopped writing, finally took a long breath, and then smiled easily: "Xiao Tong, come and take a look, it's done!"

Xingtong was stunned. Did he just call her "Xiaotong"? Well, even his brother had never called him that before...

But for some reason, this strange yet obviously affectionate name warmed her heart. She didn't seem to mind at all when he called her that...

At this moment, Nan Fengjin's face was filled with a smile that she had never seen before, so bright and sunny...

At this moment, she had to admit that she was tempted...

"What are you doing standing there, come here quickly?" Seeing that she was still standing still, Jin couldn't help but urge her.

"Oh." Xingtong responded before slowly moving to his side.

Her eyes slowly moved from his face to the drawing board, and she saw how beautiful she was on the drawing board. It was herself she had never seen before, shy and angry, with crimson cheeks, and a touch of sweetness in her blue eyes, but

It also seems to reveal a delicate sadness...

Is this really her?

Why did she never feel that this side of herself looked so soft and fragile...

Nan Fengjin looked at her, her eyes full of expectation: "Xiaotong, you know, this is the best work I have painted in the past two years."

"Ah..." Xing Tong was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded, "Oh, really, that's good."

However, after she said it, she realized how convoluted and bad her answer was!

But the next moment, Jin was amused by her embarrassment. This was the first time he felt happy...

Yes, very happy...

It was a kind of happiness that came from the heart, a happiness that even Xiaozhi had never given him...

And this feeling almost made him intoxicated, and he wanted to melt into it and never wake up.
Chapter completed!