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Just as Wen Yiran followed Fu Linyuan out of the gate, there was a rush of footsteps, and a cry from behind: "Fu Linyuan!"

Wen Yiran turned around, and Shen Jinghong ran over with his skirt in hand. His eyes first fell on Wen Yiran's face, and then turned to Fu Linyuan.

Her beautiful face was a little distorted, "I've been chasing you for three years, and it's time for you to be a stone. Why are you so cold to me?"

Fu Linyuan looked cold: "That's your business and has nothing to do with me. I have never responded to you."

Shen Jinghong's eyes turned red, "You are so cruel..."

Fu Linyuan: "You are wrong, I am not a stone, I am ice. Covering it will not heat me, I will only get frostbite."

Shen Jinghong shouted after him unwillingly, "What about her? Who is she? Why are you so nice to her?"

Fu Linyuan didn't answer.

Sitting in the car, Wen Yiran couldn't hold back: "That female star is quite beautiful, and she has been chasing you for so long. Why are you treating her like that?"

Fu Linyuan: "What's wrong with me?"

Wen Yiran: "A bit cold-blooded."

Fu Linyuan sneered: "I'll let you know later."

Wen Yiran: "What do you know?"

As soon as he entered the door, Wen Yiran completely understood what he meant.

Fu Linyuan held her down at the entrance and punished her severely.

While cleaning up, he asked her, "Am I cold-blooded?"

Wen Yiran gasped, still speaking harshly, "It's cold, like someone crawled out of a freezer."

Fu Linyuan sneered, lifted her up, and let her wrap her legs around his waist, "You only have a tough mouth, but your body is much more honest than your mouth."

"That's all you have, you can go to school even if you can't argue, you're a kindergarten graduate?" Wen Yiran gritted his teeth and shot back.

"Continue," Fu Linyuan quickened his pace, "If you say something harsh, I'll do it for ten more minutes. Let's see who gives up first."

Wen Yiran was finally defeated and fell into his arms like a paralyzed person.

Fu Linyuan leaned against the wall, his breathing still not calming down, "Am I cold-blooded?"

Wen Yiran rolled his eyes weakly, "It's hot. It's like a stove, okay? You are the hottest in the world."

"Yin and yang."

"Learned it from you."

Fu Linyuan carried Wen Yiran to the sofa, then turned and went to the bathroom.

The images that had been suppressed in the back of his mind flashed back again.

The girl, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, huddled in the corner. When she saw him, she rushed forward and grabbed his shoulders.

His pupils were dilated and his voice was hoarse: "Fuck me quickly...Fuck me..."

The next second she tilted her head suddenly and vomited violently on the ground at his feet.

He slurred in his mouth: "Dirty...so dirty..."

The water from the faucet is still flowing.

Fu Linyuan suddenly came to his senses and found that he was already kneeling in front of the sink.

This time it was just retching and nothing was vomited.

He raised his head and looked into the mirror.

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