[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 27

Li Rong felt the temperature in the palm of his hand, slowly lowered his eyes, and put a part of the weight in Cen Wei's palm.

Cen Wei's fingers were very dry, and the roots of his fingers had rough marks from years of training to touch the gun, but it was this solid physical quality and fighting skills that made people feel inexplicably at ease.

Li Rong didn't speak, but the muscles on his body were gradually loosening. He slowly raised the knife inserted on the side of the brown-yellow skin's neck. The blade was stained with blood, leaving a mess on the ground.

The chandelier in the living room shone straight above his head, and the scattered hair on his forehead cast a shadow, which well covered his runaway emotions.

He turned the blade around, avoiding the tan-skin's vital point, then pressed his knees against the hard ground, and with force, stood up slowly.

Tan Huangpi finally dared to cover the wound on his neck with his left hand, breathing heavily in relief.

He found that the wound on his neck was not big, and his frightened pupils that were about to shatter gradually returned to normal.

Cen Wei withdrew the hand that was stroking Li Rong's chin, and then clasped Li Rong's wrist, and said in a flat tone to Tan Huangpi lying on the ground, "Don't move."

Tan Wei and Cen Wei looked at each other, and immediately His lips tightened, and his scalp felt numb.

This person, from the time he entered the door, seemed to be indifferent to his life and death, and was even more accustomed to the blood and knife marks on the ground.

This extreme calm and indifference gives people more pressure and fear.

If the handsome one just now might have lost control of his emotions and killed him, then this person would probably send him to the West with a calm expression on his face.

He really didn't dare to move.

Cen Wei led Li Rong to the sink, looked down at his blood-stained hand, and reached for his knife.

Li Rong subconsciously ducked.

Cen Wei sighed lightly, and with some strength, forcefully took the bloody knife out of his palm.

"I'm here, I don't need it anymore."

Only then did Li Rong let go of his palm, and seeing Cen Wei throw the knife into the pool, with a "Cang Clang", the blade rolled in a circle.

Cen Wei turned on the faucet, and the huge water flow washed the handle and blade of the knife. The blood was quickly diluted and flowed into the sewer. He adjusted the water flow again, rolled up Li Rong's sleeve, and sent Li Rong's right hand under the water. .

The water was cold, and with a little collision force, Li Rong's fingertips just touched the water column, and immediately curled up uncomfortably.

Cen Wei couldn't resist pinching each of his fingers and rinsed them under the water. Li Rong's fingers were slender and fair, and the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible. Except for the place where he often held the pen, there was no trace of friction. .

The palm of his hand is especially soft. Under the bright white light, the lines of the palm lines are a little disordered, and the blurred line representing the lifeline is entangled with other textures.

Cen Wei stroked every inch of the skin on his hand, rubbing away the blood that had solidified between his fingers and fingernails. Li Rong watched his palm gradually recover, with a calm expression and steady breathing.