Chapter 835

He leaned over Ji Rao's ear and whispered, "yun'an, I'm happy with you."

Ji Rao looks at the person who moves in front of him in a trance, opens his mouth, but his throat can only send out some broken groans.

He is not Shen yun'an at all.

The next day, Ji Rao woke up early.

He didn't sleep very well at night. Besides the pain Yan Jun brought him, there was also a stomachache that was hard to ignore.

It made him feel like a needle all night.

When he opened his eyes, he felt that they were very sour and full of tears in an instant.

He moved a little, and his legs seemed to be broken. All of them were broken below the waist, crushed, and then put together.

Then he froze.

Feeling that Yan Jun's stupid things were still in him, Ji Rao could hardly hide his shame and indignation. He bit his teeth and moved back, slowly withdrawing his things.

One night's accommodation makes Ji Rao get used to that thing, and he suddenly quits and feels very uncomfortable.

Ji Rao clenched her teeth and clenched her fist.

Is he really cheap.

He reached out to pick up one side of the clothes and put them on. He saw Yan Jun sleeping beside him.

Ji Rao got out of bed with his body propped up. He was a little bit painful now, but he bit his teeth and held back. His eyes fell on the dagger on the ground.

Yan Jun lost it last night. He picked it up with trembling hands.

Ji Rao stands up slowly and stares at Yan Jun in front of the bed.

The emotion in the eyes became more and more indifferent.

His eyes moved from Yan Jun's face to his body, and there were many scratches on his body.

Last night, Yan Jun released Ji Rao. When Ji Rao couldn't bear the pain, he grabbed it out of him. The front was ok, but the back was miserable.

Ji Rao looked at his nails. There were many dried blood stains in them.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

He grasped the dagger in his hand, and then kept a close eye on Yan Jun's heart.

He slowly got close to the past, the heart beat, he felt very obvious, his palms are sweating.

It's as sharp as a dagger. It's cold and sharp.

It's just a drop.

It doesn't need much.

It won't hurt Yan Jun's life.

Ji Rao clenched the dagger and pressed it down slowly.

At the moment when the tip of the sword touched Yan Jun's skin, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and almost instinctively knocked off the dagger in Ji Rao's hand. Then he grabbed Ji Rao's arm, turned it gently and took it off. Then the other hand grabbed Ji Rao's slender neck.

Ji Rao's face turned pale in an instant, and his forehead was sweating.

He didn't say a word.

Yan Jun's eyes were clearer. He looked at the person in front of him. For the first time, he was at a loss and at a loss.

Holding Ji Rao's neck, he couldn't help losing his strength. He looked at his chest. There was a wound that had been scratched by the tip of the sword because of his great strength. The wound was not deep and didn't affect anything.

It's just

Yan Jun looks at Ji Rao in front of him. His clothes are not neat. His neck and shoulders are full of ambiguous traces.

And I lay naked in bed, needless to say, I know what happened.

Ji Rao was pinched by him and looked up at him. In his eyes, which were as clear as glass beads, there was only deep disgust reflected at the moment.

That look

Yan Jun was stunned.

He didn't like it.

Ji Rao doesn't wear a mask. This is the first time Yan Jun sees Ji Rao's face soberly.

Different from what he thought, behind the mask is not a ruined face.