In the apocalypse, Jiao Jiao struggled every day - chapter 71

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“Why are you looking at me?” The man sat by the bed, wiping his small axe slowly.

Su Ruan glanced at the sharp little axe, narrowed her neck and continued to stare at it with a look that said she knew his secret.

No wonder Lu Shiming and the female lead Ni Yang in the original book have always maintained a firm friendship. It turned out that he actually liked men!

“Are you a man?” Because she was too excited, Su Ruan said softly and missed two words.

She originally wanted to say, do you like men? But now it became, are you a man?

Although the difference was few words, the meaning in it was one heaven and one hell!

The former was a friendly inquiry, the latter was a shameless provocation.

Su Ruan immediately was about to say it again.

Over there, Lu Shiming slowly raised his eyelids to look at Su Ruan and then suddenly smiled.

His smooth fingertips poked on Su Ruan’s cheeks and his voice was low, “You can try it.”

Was he a man?

At night, the full moon was like a disk and the wind was angry.

Su Ruan shuddered under the bed and said that she didn’t want to try!

She was a big girl with a pure mind and body. She never even used her small hands!

Fortunately, the man didn’t seem to be in any mood to tease her again and after wiping his little axe, he turned straight over the upper bunk.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Su Ruan carefully moved a little, half of her head popped out and then she hid in her little blanket.

The room fell silent.

Lu Shiming laid on the upper bunk. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly pursed.

A moment later, his calm face twisted, as if entering a bottomless abyss.

It was dark and muddy all around.

Only a delicate white light came out behind that door.

But the white light was cold and light and it seemed even more chilling than the darkness.

Lu Shiming gasped for breath, his pale, jade-like hands dragged the quilt, but he still couldn’t wake up from this nightmare.

His young self had walked over and the hand caught the doorknob.

The hand was white and slender, full of innocence.

Lu Shiming shouted, ‘No, you can’t open the door, you can’t open it!’

With a “click”, the door opened.

White light poured in. The young boy Lu Shiming looked up and saw a man standing there.

The man was skinny, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase in his hand, like an elite who had just returned from work.

When the man looked down, there was greed in his eyes.

Lu Shiming heard himself call him uncle.

The man opened his eyes violently. The moon looked like it was frosted.

He bent his legs halfway, covered himself with the quilt and was sweating heavily.

In the darkness, the man’s eyes were red and his chest undulated. There was a thick layer of vines wrapped around him, which bursted out because of his emotional instability.

The pointed little vines were trembling with the leaves on their heads.

Lu Shiming raised his hand, trembling and pulled away the vines.

The finely broken vines were torn off and disappeared.

Lu Shiming’s fingers trembled slightly.

He sat for a long time, but still couldn’t calm down and even became more unstable.

Suddenly, a sweet smell came from the lower bunk.

As if the soft white clouds seemed to haunt Lu Shi’s restless mood, the power that seemed to explode out soon calmed.

The man narrowed his eyes.

He reached out, pulled away his sweaty black hair on his face, then propped himself up and jumped from the upper bunk.

The movement was supposed to be easy, but he actually staggered when he landed.

Under the moonlight, the man’s face was strangely white.

But those eyes were deep blood red again.

The sweet scent, the trembling temptation seduced him, invaded his limbs.

Like blooming flowers in the cold, dark and wet land surrounded by erosion.

Lu Shiming moved his fingertips.

The cold and violent feeling was appeased strangely.

A pale vine was drilled from his pale fingertips and in a hurry went to Su Ruan’s side.

Lu Shiming pinched it and stuffed it back.

The room was very quiet. Lu Shiming looked down and saw Su Ruan lying in the bed.

The little girl slept happily.

Her little face was red and her black hair piled up like a cloud and even hit her small mouth.

The man smiled. He then walked over, his cold body digging into Su Ruan’s soft bed, affixed to her and hugged her gently.

It was really warm.

The man closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck.

Su Ruan was frozen and trembling, but didn’t wake up. She just wanted to push out the chilly things around her habitually.

But she didn’t succeed.

She was wronged and hummed thinking that if she covered herself maybe it would be warm.

The man’s slender white fingertips fell on Su Ruan’s small face.

The little girl also had scars after being scratched by Duan Zhen’s nails.

His fingertips, with ice-like shade, slowly stroked the wound, sticky and greasy like a cold snake.

A drop of wet water appeared on his fingertips, pressing Su Ruan’s wound and rubbing it gently.

The wound disappeared.

The little girl’s face regained her white and tender feeling.

“Dreaming, eh?” The man’s voice was low and dull, still a bit unstable.

Su Ruan, who was sleeping soundly, would certainly not answer Lu Shiming.

Lu Shiming lowered his eyes and stared at her quietly.

The little girl’s face was red, exuding a delicate sweet fragrance.

He leaned over, and hurriedly took a bite on her fleshy cheek!

“Ahh!”

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