The leader was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out of such a remote alley. He spat on the ground and came towards Xia Xingran with a sinister expression on his face.
"Little girl, look at your thin skin and tender flesh. You are very beautiful. It would be a pity to break the monster. Why don't you play with me and let us love you." As he spoke, the leader in black held out his hand. It had already reached Xia Xingran's face.
Han Chenluo immediately roared like an angry lion: "Don't touch her, I'm warning you not to touch her!"
Xia Xingran tilted her head and bit down hard, almost breaking the leader's finger. Then she pressed the play button, and the 110 alarm bell immediately echoed throughout the sinful alley.
With a snap, Xia Xingran received a solid slap, her mind suddenly buzzed, and the smell of blood gradually filled her mouth. But her hand holding Han Chenluo didn't move at all.
The 110 alarm bell was indeed effective. The men in black cursed and ran away in fear.
The alley returned to deathly silence, and for a while the only sound of the two men's equally heavy breathing could be heard.
"Xiao Luo. Can you still get up? Do you want to call 120?" Xia Xingran ignored herself and examined Han Chenluo's injuries with the light of her cell phone's flashlight.
Han Chenluo pushed him away uncharacteristically, put one hand on the ground, and limped forward.
Xia Xingran trotted to follow, but she was too thin, and she still had the remaining strength from the slap just now. She walked a few steps unsteadily, but fell down with a plop.
When Han Chenluo heard the sound, he immediately turned around and picked up Xia Xingran.
"How can you be a hero when you are so weak? You are such a stupid woman." Although he blamed her, his speed increased significantly.
Xia Xingran fell asleep in his arms and said vaguely: "Even if I am weak, I still want to protect you."
Hearing Xia Xingran's words, Han Chenluo felt like he was struck by thunder, his heart became a mess, his heart was beating rapidly, and something spread from the boiling blood and gathered at the tip of his hot heart.
He lowered his head to look at her, taking in her whole body. The distance between them was very close. If they were a little closer, their lips would touch each other, but he did not dare to cross that short distance.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead with infinite nostalgia, patted her back gently and said, "Go to sleep, sister."
The moonlight covered the two of them gently. The scarred Han Chenluo held Xia Xingran, who was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and walked home with one foot deep and one foot shallow, showing the beauty of being broken and then restored.
Although he didn't say anything, there was an ambiguous and charming atmosphere surrounding him.
…
Qingyue Bar.
Han Ranchen lit a cigarette skillfully and sat down next to Chang Huan. Chang Huan frowned, reached out to grab her cigarette, and put it into his mouth. "Smoking is not good for your health. You are still so young, and you will have a long life ahead of you."
Han Ranchen put his hands on the back of the sofa, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, and his body shook with laughter: "Brother Chang Huan, Han Ranchen died when he was 17 years old."
She started drinking when she wasn't allowed to smoke. She opened a bottle of wine, raised her head and drank more than half of the bottle.
Chang Huan's heartache overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Who could believe that this self-destructive and infamous woman in front of her was once the first to enter the top fine arts academy in China during the college entrance examination.
If it were not for working part-time to earn tuition, her life might be a different chapter.
Thinking of this, Chang Huan punched the sofa hard, venting his anger and unwillingness.
After finishing his cigarette, Chang Huan took out his diary and started flipping through it. He asked Han Ranchen, "Did you tell Xiao Luo about Xia Xingran's father's diary?"
Han Ranchen's eyes began to become blurry. She nodded and leaned on Chang Huan's shoulder: "When Dr. Xia was treating me before, I discovered that he had the habit of keeping a diary. Such a big thing as the fake drug case is not Maybe it wasn’t recorded.”
Chang Huan turned to the damaged inner page and motioned to Han Ranchen to look at it.
Han Ranchen glanced at it and laughed, looking quite pleased with himself: "Look, my judgment was not wrong. My brain is very good. Someone has a guilty conscience and has torn up the evidence in advance."
Chang Huan pressed the back of his head with his hand, leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought.
Something as personal as a diary is usually carried with you or kept in the office. If we could find out who entered Xia Qingyi's office on the day of the incident, there might be a breakthrough.
Thinking of this, the situation that had been stuck for a long time finally got a bit of excitement. Chang Huan immediately called the old man who was still working in the police station and began to investigate the surveillance of Xia Qingyi's office five years ago.
Chang Huan smelled a familiar aroma at the tip of his nose. He lowered his head and saw that Han Ranchen was leaning on his chest, already fast asleep.
The flowers that should have bloomed under the scorching sun were destroyed and could only stay in the dark ditch without seeing the sun all day long.
Chang Huan carefully placed her on the sofa and let out a long sigh.
…
It was already two o'clock in the morning when Xia Xingran woke up, her throat was fishy and sweet, and her mouth was still dry. She struggled out of bed, rubbed her dizzy head and went to the living room to get a drink of water.
The lights were on in the living room, and Han Chenluo was lying motionless on the sofa wearing the blood-stained school uniform.
Xia Xingran's heart immediately clenched, she put down the cup, hurriedly ran to him, slapped his cheek desperately, put her hand on his carotid artery, and put her head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
"Sister, do you want to give me a lift because you want to see that I'm still alive?" Han Chenluo coughed twice and woke up. He saw Xia Xingran looking like he was about to give him first aid and said amusedly.
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about?" Xia Xingran breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his vital signs were stable. "How is your injury?" During the conversation, Xia Xingran had already brought the first aid kit over.
Han Chenluo casually leaned on the sofa and pursed his lips and said, "Nothing has been done about it. It's not broken after some movement. Let's just wait until he gets better."
"What are you talking about? How can you not deal with it properly!" Xia Xingran was very angry at him and started to apply medicine to his head.
Seeing that his back was bleeding heavily, Xia Xingran couldn't help but order him to take off his shirt. Han Chenluo looked back at her and exclaimed: "Sister, is it so exciting?"
Xia Xingran gave him a symbolic slap on the head with her backhand: "You little bastard is not learning well every day. What are you thinking about? I am your doctor now. I only have patients in my eyes. There is no distinction between men and women. Take it off quickly." ! I’ll have to take off my pants soon!”
Han Chenluo covered his mouth, smiled secretly, and quickly took off everything except his innermost underwear. He glanced at Xia Xingran secretly from the corner of his eye and found that she was sitting upright just now, with a blush gradually appearing on her face.
Even Xia Xingran, who had seen many human bodies since childhood, couldn't help but feel a little confused at this time. Perhaps because Han Chenluo has practiced dancing all year round, the muscles all over his body have almost perfect elegant lines.
The skin is fair, the joints are clear, and the touch is just the right level of softness and hardness. Every time Xia Xingran's fingertips touched his body inadvertently, a thin layer of sweat broke out on both of them.
This was the most difficult treatment process in Xia Xingran's medical history. By the time all the medicine was applied, her face was so red that she was almost bleeding.
When she was packing her things, she knocked the violet potion she had just opened to the ground, and a large area of coquettish beauty instantly appeared on the floor.
She hurriedly ran to the kitchen to get the mop. Unexpectedly, her foot slipped and she was about to fall again. Han Chenluo quickly put his arms around her waist and hugged her over.
She pressed tightly against Han Chenluo's naked chest, their eyes facing each other, and the beating of their drum-like heartbeats could be clearly heard.
Han Chenluo raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his beautiful smile was like deadly poison, making Xia Xingran gradually lose consciousness. After a while, Han Chenluo pursed his lips and suppressed a smile and asked Xia Xingran: "Sister, am I really so good-looking?"
Xia Xingran woke up from a dream, covered her blushing face and shouted, rushed into her room and buried her head under the pillow, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
Han Chenluo got dressed, smiling the whole time, and cleaned the floor.
After cleaning up, he suddenly remembered something. He walked to Xia Xingran's room door, knocked a few times and said, "Sister, Bai Moyan called when you were asleep and told about the construction workers."
He paused and said with pride in his tone: "Sister, I have made up a dance based on this construction worker. I will dance tomorrow to raise money for charity. We can completely support ourselves and don't owe anyone else."
