Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1138 Neurotic Girl vs. Spiritual Tutor (15)

  Ranbai pushed the handsome and handsome man aside.

  Considering the excessive blood loss, the whitewashing still reluctantly stopped.

  I don’t understand it myself,

  Why is Bo Yan so attractive to her.

White could feel the strength of the arms around her waist increased a bit, and her eyes were slightly lowered, her long eyelashes perched like butterfly wings, covering those beautiful and deep eyes like black jewels. In the depths of the bottom there seemed to be an extremely beautiful whirlpool, dangerous and mysterious. With two completely different senses of contradiction between Leng Ran and Xieyi, but unexpectedly flowing with a thrilling paranoid beauty.

  Until I can no longer see the wound, Ranbai reluctantly got up.

  Her voice is slightly hoarse, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a touch of magic, whispering: "It's so good..."

   "Like?" He constricted his eyes, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and his emotions were unclear.

"Like it."

  There has never been a kind that has such a great attraction for dyeing white.

Ranbai thought, she might have another reason to keep him by her side.

  The thin words hooked the corners of her lips, and arranging the shirt nonchalantly, buttoned the shirt with her fair-skinned fingers.

  Every move reveals the sense of rigor and elegance that nobles can only have, and it also carries the unique three-point warmth of thin words, and the cold breath hidden in the bones.

  Looking at Bo Yan finishing his clothes, Dye Bai suddenly thought that it would be good if it kept doing this.

Ranbai quickly threw this idea out of his head, what the hell.

  Bo Yan raised her eyes, and looked at the clean and strange girl in front of her, her pale pale lips dyed like scarlet.

  Bo Yan stared at him for a second, then staggered his eyes. .

  Ran Bai did not move, and stood there. After a few seconds of silence, Ran Bai coughed slightly: "I'm leaving now."

  Looking at the girl's back, her eyes were dull for a long time.

  He lowered his eyes, his thin lips touched his fingers, his expression was pious and obsessed, even gloomy, his voice was gentle and squishy, ​​as if calling his beloved girl: "White..."

  For a long time, he whispered a word, obsessed with gloom: "It's so good..."

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  Perhaps because of the change of wards, Cai Ruman's ability to monitor the whiteness plummeted, and she wandered around the whiteness more impatiently.

  Ranbai saw the newly transferred patient 14 from room 404, and she seemed to always be willing to walk outside.

  Looking at the woman’s back, dyed white smiled, "What are you looking at?"

  Su Ruqing turned her head and looked at some familiar little girls. After a pause, she replied, "Look at people."

   "What's so beautiful." The corners of the white-dyed lips evoked a gentle and harmless smile, and said nonchalantly: "You have been here not long ago, here, it's a hell."

  Su Ruqing moved her fingers, which seemed to be very interested: "Hell?"

Ran Bai looked at Su Ruqing quietly, "Do you remember that, here, people will die."

  She just said a word, then turned and left.

  Su Ruqing looked at the white-dyed back and squinted, a sharp light that did not match the image reflected in the fundus of her eyes.

  This mental hospital has long been a problem.

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  "The patient you choose, what should she know." Su Ruqing whispered in the dark.

  Bo Yan raised his eyes, clear and precious: "Everyone in this mental hospital knows."

  Su Ruqing paused for a while: "Yes, but we can't let go of any information. After all, this mental hospital is very problematic, isn't it?"

   "Natural." Bo Yan's brows were filled with a shallow smile, gentle and alienated.

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