The cold tip of the knife lifted her chin, and the cold touch made Cai Ruman shiver.

"So what about the twisted possessiveness? I like it." A strange and gloomy smile appeared on the corners of dyed white lips, and the deep and ink-like pupils are breathtaking.

"Since I don't know if it's the left hand and the right hand, then just break it." The girl's tone was casual, and she was pathologically paranoid, which made her feel chilled.

"You, you can't do this...ah!" Cai Ruman's pupils tightened, and then a tragic scream broke out.

The girl stood up, and the dark night set off her like a demon coming to the world. The words she spit out were so gloomy: "If you dare to peek at me, then go to die."

Kill you and ruin you.

Ranbai looked at the endless blood on the ground, flowing happily like a stream, and a sickly and bizarre smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and murmured with extreme paranoidness: "You can only have me..."

"Look, I like you very much..."

Ranbai left quietly, and there was no sound when Tathagata came.

She had just returned to the room and raised her eyes and a slender figure leaning against the wall hit her eyes.

She paused slightly, and threw the scalpel on the table next to her as if nothing had happened, smiling sweetly and softly: "Are you going to work? Why are you back?"

Bo Yan raised his eyes, and Qinggui's gentle eyes fell on Ranbai's figure: "I miss you, wait for you."

He stood up straight, took off a little bit of laziness, put his hands in his pocket, and walked slowly over, like a handsome noble man.

He didn't ask what she had done, but just took her hand and whispered: "The hand is so cold, I don't know how to wear a coat when I go out."

He held her hands tightly, as if he wanted to convey the heat to her.

The white and light pink lips curled up a well-behaved smile, "Isn't you there?"

"Yes, you have me." Bo Yan looked directly at Ranbai, glanced at the shiny and clean scalpel without blood. His slender and beautiful fingers curled up the strand of hair scattered in the girl's ears, and his movements were gentle behind his ears, and his voice was low and restrained: "So, I'll do these things."

"The blood will dirty your hands, I'll help you, okay?" Bo Yan hugged Ranbai and whispered in her ear, his voice always with three-point affection.

"Bo Yan." Ranbai called his name, his voice with a smile.

"Um?"

"You said you are so good, what if I can't let go?" Ranbai asked tilted his head.

"I wish you couldn't let me go." Bo Yan chuckled, and his fair and delicate jaw rubbed against the girl's cheek.

"How eager?" Ranbai asked an extremely childish question.

"Ninety-nine percent." Under the light, the man's luxurious eyebrows and eyes were like precious oil paintings, with a shallow smile, his thin lips opened, and his voice was as precious as jade.

"What about one percent left?" Ranbai looked sideways and looked at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan looked at Ranbai deeply, and deep in his eyes was a pious and obsessed pathological emotion: "Leave it to you for your own choice."

He loved her so much that he wanted to break her wings and imprison her by his side.

But if he really did this, he found that he would not dare.

Don't dare, don't dare to do this.

He loved her farther than he thought, and he couldn't bear to let her go and hurt her a little.

So he left her the remaining one percent for her to choose.

It’s best to have you in hand, the worst is to protect you and see you in peace for life.
Chapter completed!