Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 611: The Impostor (33)

In fact, she was very clear-headed. She didn't want to end up being forced to commit suicide for love, so she had to act one step ahead. It would be more troublesome after she met up with the people down the mountain. But even though she knew it, she couldn't control some reactions when she did it herself. It was normal, unlike before when she could just give orders.

The feeling of a sharp object piercing flesh is still hard to accept.

What surprised her was that Ruan Yu would actually appear here. Based on his behavior that day, she thought he didn't want to see her again for at least some time.

The moment she recognized him, Ruan Ruan's guard had not yet subsided, and her body subconsciously tensed up. He saw her kill someone - her hands were still stained with blood, and the murder weapon was still tightly held in her hand, with the tip of the dagger pointing at him. If he saw such a familiar scene, she would also be worried that it would stimulate his memory...

She almost couldn't help but resist when he took the weapon from her hand. She didn't feel at ease when she saw him throwing it aside. She saw him talking about that incident without any hesitation while wiping the blood off her hands. Although he also wanted to ask her for an explanation, it seemed that it was no longer out of hatred.

Just because he said he liked her? She never wanted this.

"Would you consider coming with me now?"

Hearing him ask her if she wanted to go with him, Ruan Ruan wiped the tears from her face. Her shaking hands still had some physiological reaction and were trembling slightly. She opened her red eyes and asked him maliciously, "Aren't you afraid that I will stab you again?"
Ruan Yu stared at her with his sharp black eyes, with an aggressive determination to win. "Who are you looking down on? Besides, you have no reason to attack me now."

Ruan Ruan didn't want him to have the upper hand, so she deliberately said, "...that's hard to say."
She thought of the bag she had packed, which had been on Song Qiyuan's back. In her haste, she had forgotten to take it back first. Now it was impossible to find it again. She was almost back to the time when she had nothing. The only person she could rely on temporarily was - she didn't want to suffer and make money by herself.

And he also knows his "true face"...

[I've thought about it.] Ruan Ruan grabbed his hand, her cold fingers slipped into his fingers, and the next second they were tightly clenched, her finger bones were pinched and it hurt. With her other hand, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down, tilted her head and kissed him quickly on the side of his face, then stepped back a little, stared at his dark eyes, held back her smile, moved her position, and placed a heavy kiss on his eyelids.

Then let’s try to be together well.
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A year later, Ruan Ruan regretted this decision again after eating his special stewed chicken with butterfly pea and leek. Why would someone not only have no talent in cooking, but also like to innovate so much!

She really didn't want to eat his weird food anymore. Not only was it unpalatable, but he also said it was to nourish her body.

Today he talked enthusiastically about making flower cakes again, and was picking the most important raw materials for the flower cakes in the backyard. Ruan Ruan was lying on the recliner by the window and yawned. She often felt sleepy recently and had no energy to do anything.

When she was pushed awake, she was still a little dazed, her eyes were full of mist, she yawned and slowly sat up, hugging his waist to support her body. Ruan Yu held the back of her head and said with some concern, "The flower cake is ready, do you want to eat some now?"

Ruan Ruan hugged him and rubbed him, then shook her head and said, "I want to eat you first."
Her fingertips slid across his palm suggestively. Ruan Yu frowned even more tightly, with a serious look on his face, and picked her up sideways.

After hastily comforting her, she grabbed him anxiously, as if she still felt it was not enough. She clung to him for a while and then fell asleep again. Her brows were furrowed in uncomfortably even when she fell asleep.

Ruan Yu cleaned up the mess that had just been left. Recently, she had become inexplicably enthusiastic about this kind of thing. At the same time, she had been sleeping for longer and longer periods of time. He had previously suspected that this had hurt her too much, and he had consulted a doctor, but he could not find any problem.

Those dietary supplements are just some consolation, better than nothing.

He calculated the time to wake her up. Ruan Ruan couldn't even open her eyes. She was pulled by him to sit up and was about to fall down. He said, "You haven't eaten the cake I made yet."

Fine……

She forced her eyes open, yawned, stretched out her hand to him, felt the weight in his hand, slowly brought it to her mouth, her eyelids drooped again, and took a bite. Chewed, chewed, suddenly opened her eyes and wanted to spit it out -

Who would put medicinal herbs in here! ?
Every flavor has a strong presence...

Ruan Yu covered her mouth and said threateningly, "Don't spit."

vomit--

The taste in her mouth was so disgusting that she grabbed his hand and struggled to be forced to swallow it. She was so angry that she tried to stuff the remaining cake in her hand into his mouth so that he could taste it too!
He ducked his face away, "I've already tasted it!"

She didn't believe it.

She moved a little closer to him and insisted on feeding him herself.

Unable to suppress him, he began to tickle the itchy flesh on his waist. He held her hand loosely to avoid her.

After playing with him for a while, I couldn't help yawning again. I was too sleepy to open my eyes. I lay on him for a while, and I remembered to tell him, "I can't do it anymore. I want to continue sleeping."
"You haven't eaten yet."

Not hungry...

In the end, I just said it in my heart.

Fell asleep again...

Looking at her sleeping face leaning against him, Ruan Yu frowned heavily, his tense face showing some irritability and suppressed uneasiness. He wiped her hands with a wet cloth, held her and slowly put her on the bed, pulling the quilt to cover her.