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The same scarf, the same jeans, the same white shoes, the same youthful smile.

"Unrequited love"?

He had heard Liu Zihui say the same thing before, but Han Sifeng didn't think so at that time.

However, he was actually worried about the arrival of this day.

Ever since he got drunk that day, Han Muyun had been hiding in his heart like a time bomb, afraid that he would explode one day.

Was it because of this weekly magazine that he suddenly left with Liu Zihui at noon on his birthday?

Suddenly, he felt cold toward her and asked Qin Yao to pretend to accept her. The reason he spent all day with Liu Zihui was to clarify this rumor, right?

Rumors...

Even he himself sometimes had an illusion about Han Muyun's fluctuating emotions.

"Crack." The sound of Han Muyun changing his shoes came from the entrance.

Han Sifeng hurriedly closed his drawer. Just as he turned around, he saw him standing at the bedroom door.

"What are you doing?" Han Muyun's voice was a bit cold.

"I'll clean up your room …" Han Sifeng didn't dare to look him in the eye. This reason was really terrible.

Because she rarely came to his room, let alone to clean it up.

"Are you done packing?"

Unexpectedly, Han Muyun didn't expose her lies and only coldly asked a question.

"Alright." Han Sifeng said in a hurry and immediately walked out the door.

Han Muyun turned his body slightly, and a faint smell of perfume entered Han Sifeng's nose.

She suddenly thought of those pictures, the pictures that had witnessed the joy and sadness between them...

It would be great if he could give her another chance to go back in time and cherish every second she spent with him.

"What's for dinner?" Han Muyun suddenly asked when he saw her walk to his side with her head lowered, just as she was about to pass by him.

"What do you want to eat?" Han Sifeng asked.

For a long time, she did not spend time alone with him at night.

"Whatever." Han Muyun's voice was also very dry.

He only wanted to break the stifling silence, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt even more stifled.

"Mm. Alright." Han Sinfeng quickly walked in front of the refrigerator and stayed away from him. Only then did he feel safe.

Under the dim light, Han Sifeng saw his tall figure leaning against the door out of the corner of her eyes. He didn't move or say anything, which made her feel even more depressed.

Han Muyun's eyes fell on the drawer where his ten years of secret was kept.

Han Muyun knew that this report was not something that an ignorant and fearless journalist could do.

There was a bit of ink inside, vaguely touching the events from ten years ago. He had to be careful, if those people … Already appeared...

Ah!

A scream sounded out from the kitchen, causing Han Muyun to immediately collect his thoughts and charge towards the kitchen.

He saw Han Sifeng, who was standing next to the counter, holding up a hand and staring at the blood that was flowing down, as if he was in a daze.

Because Han Sifeng had been thinking about that newspaper, when he was chopping vegetables, he accidentally cut his finger.

When Han Muyun thought of her slight fainting sickness, he hastily rushed to her side and put her injured finger into his mouth.

Han Sifeng felt dizzy. The moment he saw the blood, a large amount of blood bloomed in his mind, just like fireworks that night.

"I'm fine!" Han Sifeng took a long time to recover his composure. He discovered that he was gently sucking his hand, causing his pale face to suddenly turn red.

It had been a few days since he had been so close to him, but suddenly, at such close proximity, he could only feel his heart beating violently.

Strange? Why did he have such a chaotic feeling? Wasn't he his own brother?

Han Muyun glared at her, his soft tongue lightly licking the wound.

Such a warm and moist mouth made the normally slow Han Sifeng's heart jump out of his chest. He could only foolishly look at him and momentarily forgot to withdraw his hand, allowing him to gently suck on it.

Han Muyun glared viciously at Han Sifeng as if he was very dissatisfied with her shocked expression.

However … Han Sifeng didn't know how to react to such an ambiguous action.

Moreover, he had just finished reading the newspaper, and the dark waves in his heart had yet to subside …

His fingers were wrapped in an inconceivable softness. The wound was already numb, and he could feel an itchy sensation on his fingers.

This itch seemed to seep into her wound, spreading through her entire body along with the blood, causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

"Little... "Xiao Yun …" Han Sifeng's tongue felt numb, and the words he spat out became unclear.

Han Muyun's tongue was extremely gentle, but his eyes were still glaring at her.

"Yes …" "There's a Band-Aid …"

Han Sifeng's tongue was tied in a knot, but he was completely lost in his own thoughts when he saw Ye Zichen's gaze.

She wanted to retract her hand, but she was held tightly by him, unable to move in the slightest. She was so anxious that sweat started to form on her forehead.

Why was he staring at her and not saying anything?

Her fingertips seemed to be lightly hit by electricity. The hot air she breathed on her hands made her feel strange.

She braced herself and continued, "It's fine, it doesn't hurt …"

Her bright black eyes were misty, like a lake under the moonlight, so enchanting.

Seeing her panic, Han Muyun really wanted to swallow her in one gulp.

Han Xinfeng suddenly felt a sharp pain on his finger. Han Muyun fiercely sucked in a mouthful of the wound, wanting to suck all her blood into his body.

Perhaps in this way, the flesh and blood would become one, never to be separated …

"Ah …" "I'll go get the medicine …" Han Sifeng pulled out his finger forcefully in pain and walked out of the kitchen in a hurry.

Why did he feel more and more that Han Muyun was terrifying?

When he stopped talking and stared at her, she felt breathless.

With the smell of Han Muyun remaining on his finger, Han Sifeng impatiently took out a Band-Aid from his medical case, wanting to quickly wipe away the smell that belonged to him.

"Why are you so clumsy?"

Han Muyun also walked over and grumbled in a low voice when he saw Han Sifeng's blushing face as he carried a medical case and flipped through the band-aid.

I could see that she was flustered, perhaps because she was embarrassed by what she had done.

Han Muyun leaned over slightly, took out a Band-Aid, and pulled Han Sifeng's hand without saying anything, but his movements were gentle and meticulous as he helped her wrap it around the wound on her index finger.

Han Sifeng looked at the handsome face that approached him. Beneath his black brows, his eyes were filled with water and clouds, and a trace of extremely soft and gentle gentleness could be seen within them.

In all these years, she had never realized that every time he looked at her, he hid such a soul-stirring gentleness.

It was only today, in the papers, in the footage taken by others, that he discovered the tenderness in his eyes.

"Hurry up and cook for me!" You really are an idiot, cutting vegetables at such a large age can even hurt your finger! "

After helping her wrap the wound properly, Han Muyun straightened up and began to teach her a lesson with a dark expression.

"I must be careful next time …" Han Sifeng said softly while feeling flustered and avoiding his eyes.

"There won't be a next time. If I see another place that's injured, you're not allowed to enter the kitchen for the rest of your life. You might as well starve to death!" Han Muyun interrupted her coldly.

You won't need to go to the kitchen for the rest of your life? He should be the one to starve to death.

When Han Sifeng heard this, the strange feeling in his heart disappeared by more than half. He replied in a low voice, "Yes."

"What do you want to talk to Liu Zihui about today?" Han Muyun suddenly asked as he saw her packing the medicine.

His words froze the previously relaxed air.

"Nothing, I'm going to go cook." Han Sifeng put away the medical kit and walked back to the kitchen without even daring to look back.

"You're hiding something from me." Han Muyun took a deep breath, before he transmitted his indifferent tone over.

Was it that person?

He wasn't sure and never wanted to ask.

He only wanted to stop everything that could possibly harm her. He wanted to do everything he could to protect her simple life …

Han Sifeng quickly cut the food and didn't say anything else.

But... If someone really did invade their world, Han Muyun could only use his own way to fight.

"Ferris Wheel Pendant, mysterious fireworks, and …" Han Muyun walked to Han Sifeng's side, grabbed her left hand and pulled back her sleeves. "Purple crystal."

Han Sifeng gently put down the kitchen knife in his hand. So … He knows everything.

Actually, he knew that nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

Han Sifeng thought that he would interrogate him even more intensely. Who knew that Han Muyun would change the topic? With a light tone, he asked, "In the past two days, why have I lost sleep?"

Han Sifeng raised his head and looked at him. Why did Han Muyun become more and more moody?

From his eyes, apart from a hidden trace of gentleness, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately …" Always having nightmares … " Han Sifeng said softly.

He already knew about the Ferris Wheel, that mysterious man. Han Muyun must also know him, right?

A trace of pain flashed past Han Muyun's eyes, and in an instant, he regained the expression he had before, "Aren't you being too preoccupied with your own matters? "You're still young and your studies aren't heavy, why are you putting so much pressure on yourself!"

He didn't ask who gave her the Ferris Wheel.

"You know who that firework was …"

"Mom called me today and said that after the exam, she would take us on a tour abroad and give you the choice to choose from. She told you to choose a subtropical area to play in."

Han Muyun knew what she wanted to ask, but he didn't want to answer.

Not only did he know that person, even if he were to turn into ashes, he would also be able to recognize him.

"Mm …" "You just have to make a decision …" Han Sifeng retracted his hand, pulled back his sleeve, and lightly replied.

He refused to say a single word about the man...

Han Sifeng no longer asked.

Han Muyun's forbidden area was her forbidden area.

"How about Maldives?"

Han Muyun saw the disappointment in her eyes. She definitely wanted him to take the initiative and say something about that person, right?

"Mm. Alright." Han Sifeng had no objection.

"You're not excited at all. Why?" Han Muyun restrained himself and said, "Is it because I've been thinking about Le Dian Yin? Because he sent back a package and couldn't sleep all night? In your heart, I … What does Qin Yao count for? "

He decided to change the subject so that she would not dwell on the mysterious man.

Indeed, when Han Sifeng heard him mention Xiao Yin unhappily, he immediately forgot about Ouyang Yu.