Chapter 458： Late night "cutting suicide" shocked everyone (1/2)

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The temperature on her body hadn't dropped, but the breath was inexplicably cold.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a while, and um, stretched her arms to turn off the lights, and then lay down beside her.

Quiet and silent, as long as two people fell asleep.

It's actually early.

But it was dinner over and having a love.

But Chi Huan was really sleepy, exhausted physically and mentally, and fell asleep.

I just didn't sleep deeply. After a little sleep, I woke up blankly. I didn't even know where I was for a while and completely lost the concept of time and space.

Rolled over and rammed into the man's arms deeper.

Breathing shallowly and evenly, not far from her ears, she reacted, pressing a heavy arm around her waist.

Oh ... remembered.

She raised her hand to cover her face, and took it away a long time before she looked sideways at the man around her.

Although her bed was large, it was just a pillow, let alone a wet one before him, so now the two people's heads are pillowed together, and the distance is very close, and the man's breathing falls inexplicably into her neck in.

Chi Huan raised his hand and carefully took his arm across his waist, and then calmed for a while to confirm that he did not wake up, and then got out of bed lightly.

She went to the cloakroom and took a dress, and then returned to the living room.

The moonlight was bright and hazy in the last few nights.

There were no lights in the room.

She sat on the sofa for a while, her petite body crooked on the teddy bear without a rule, and closed her eyes.

After just resting for a few minutes, she opened her eyes, slowly pulled up the sleeve of her left hand, exposed the white bandage, leaned over and took the scissors from the coffee table, and cut carefully.

Although some scars have not scarred, they have healed and appear pale pink.

Will it be so fast?

No wonder I didn't feel the pain, or I said that it was cut shallowly, so I got the scar and forgot the pain.

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Ten minutes after Chi Huan got off the bed, Mo Shiqian suddenly opened his eyes because his hands were cold mattresses instead of the softness in his subconscious.

Leaning her head, the woman lying down really disappeared.

He sat up, followed without thinking about it, and lifted the quilt out of bed.

The apartment was quiet, it was quiet late at night.

Mo Shiqian didn't even think about turning on the lights, maybe because the moonlight was enough, maybe because she wanted to know that she wasn't sleeping in bed at this time, where she had gone and what she wanted to do.

It was easy to find her, because she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and glanced at her head.

She didn't turn on the light and didn't have the light of her cell phone. She sat in a daze like a ghost in the middle of the night?

There was a quiet, empty face before bedtime, and she could not help but frowned, her heart seemed to be blocked by something.

He walked over and prepared to speak--

A icy cold mang reflected from his eyes, especially cool and infiltrated against the background of the moonlight. Mo Shiqian's eyes contracted violently in an instant, and the pupil space cracked with an earthquake-like speed and degree.