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Chapter 73 Losing control

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    When Murong Yan spoke, his voice was cold and stiff, but there seemed to be a faint vibrato in his low hoarse voice.

    His voice was originally soft, and he used to be cold and noble when talking to people, with an aura of insouciance and disdain. However, now he said "go away" with an extremely bad attitude, and he was obviously even more repulsive to people.  The words are spoken externally, but when heard in the ears, this is not the case.

    His voice rose and fell, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

    Yu Qingya was not frightened by Murong Yan's lack of cooperation. She looked serious and wanted to go around to the front to see what was wrong with Murong Yan, but Murong Yan suddenly grabbed Yu Qingjia's hand with great force, almost mercilessly.  Pushing Yu Qingjia away: "Go away, stay away from me."

    Yu Qingjia was pushed so hard that she almost fell to the ground. However, Murong Yan didn't even look back and walked forward.  Yu Qingjia was also angry. She pursed her lips and quickly caught up with Murong Yan, grabbing Murong Yan's wrist hard: "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree before that we should tell the other party directly if we have anything to do? Why are you like this again?"

    Yu Qingjia grabbed Murong Yan's hand and felt that his hand was extremely cold and his fingertips were trembling slightly.  Yu Qingjia felt that the touch on her hand was not right. She raised her fingertips and found blood on her fingers.

    Yu Qingjia was startled. She quickly took Murong Yan's hand and saw that his palm was full of blood.  His fingers were long and slender, as cold as jade, and blood was flowing between his fingers. The scarlet red and cold white had a strong impact.  Yu Qingjia's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly looked at his other hand. Murong Yan's body tensed up, and his arm moved back. Yu Qingjia raised her head and glared at him, and said in a cold voice: "Give me your hand."

    Murong Yan did not hide anymore, and allowed Yu Qingjia to hold his hand, hold it in front of his eyes and look at it carefully.  Yu Qingjia looked at it for a long time, became very angry, and said bitterly: "You obviously promised me not to get hurt again, why did you make your hand like this again?"

    Murong Yan looked down at Yu Qingjia and said nothing.  Yu Qingjia took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from his fingers.  There were some fine blood stains on Murong Yan's palms and fingers. The new blood stains covered the old blood stains that had solidified. The new blood stains were mottled with new red and dark brown, which showed that the blood had been bleeding for a while.  Murong Yan's hands were extremely beautiful, and Yu Qingjia felt heartbroken when she saw what he had done to his hands like this.

    The handkerchief was dirty after wiping the blood, and there was no way to bandage the wound. Yu Qingjia was so anxious when she came out today that she didn't even bring another handkerchief.  She searched around for a long time but couldn't find any usable materials. She could only pick up her cloak and wanted to tear off a piece of it.  Yu Qingjia tossed her cloak as hard as she could. Murong Yan held her hand down and said slightly, "No need."

    Murong Yan's palms were cold, almost the same temperature as the outside, which showed how long he had been outside.  Yu Qingjia still wanted to try it, but Murong Yan suddenly held her hand with force and took her warm and delicate hand away from the cloak.

    Murong Yan¡¯s hands were long and thin, but they were able to cover the entire back of Yu Qingjia¡¯s hands.  The cold temperature of his fingertips was clearly imprinted on the back of Yu Qingjia's hand. After such a toss, Yu Qingjia's hand was stained with blood.

    Yu Qingjia originally thought that Murong Yan would let her go after pulling her away. After all, he was a person who didn't like physical contact.  But Murong Yan seemed to have forgotten, and his cold fingers were still covering the back of her hand. The strength became stronger and stronger, and Yu Qingjia felt a little pain.

    The two were speechless. Yu Qingjia looked down at his toes. After hesitating for a while, he said, "You promised me you would come back. Where did you go?"

    Murong Yan asked back: "No one is looking for you?"

    "Later Bai Rong came, but" Yu Qingjia couldn't say anything. Finally, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, as long as everything is fine, I won't talk about what happened before. By the way, I just wanted to ask,  Why was your hand injured? Was there a conflict?"

    Murong Yan deliberately moved his eyes away, staring into the darkness motionlessly, and his voice was low and soft, like a sigh: "No."

    Without conflict, he himself would be the biggest disaster.

    Yu Qingjia looked around and found that every tree around had scratches. Although there was only one scratch, the depth of the wood inside could be seen.  However, the height of these marks was very uniform. Yu Qingjia looked around and then thought of Murong Yan's height, and suddenly understood: "You did all of these?"

    Murong Yan still stared coldly into the distance without speaking.  Seeing his attitude, Yu Qingjia was already convinced: "It's really you? You"

    Yu Qingjia was surprised and anxious, and didn¡¯t know what to say for a moment.  Looking at the cracks on the tree trunk, the edges are rough and blunt. It is obvious that they are not scratches with sharp objects, but are carved out of the same wood.  Murong Yan was worried that the destructive power would be too great and he would be seen by others the next day.He coughed in a low voice while looking at him nervously, describing himself as very embarrassed.

    Murong Yan's fingers that were tightly wrapped around the other person's neck finally relaxed. He seemed to sigh, holding Yu Qingjia's shoulders, half-hugging her to stand up, and then stretched out his hands to tighten the thin belt around her neck.

    "You know it's cold, but you only wear so little?"

    Once Yu Qingjia stood up, she immediately pulled Murong Yan back.  Of course Murong Yan saw through her thoughts and allowed her to take him away from the direction of the night watchman.  Yu Qingjia finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. A smile appeared on her face, but in an instant it turned into anger: "It's not your fault."

    Murong Yan was offended by the night watchman just now and suddenly had murderous intent. However, at this moment, Yu Qingjia glared in front of him, but he didn't react at all.  The thin belt shuttled between Murong Yan's fingers and was quickly tied into a neat knot, but Murong Yan's hand did not leave. His fingers, as if out of control, moved from the cloak to Yu Qingjia's slender neck.  .

    Yu Qingjia is still accusing Murong Yan and has no intention of avoiding it.  Murong Yan lingered with his fingers and suddenly smiled softly.

    Yu Qingjia was just afraid that he would break the night watchman's neck just like that, but now, isn't she in the same situation?  Why does she never worry about herself?

    Yu Qingjia thought Murong Yan had returned to normal, but in fact, he had not.  With such a slender and weak neck, he only needed to use half of his strength to break it, right?

    Murong Yan¡¯s pupils were dark and his brain was extremely excited. He didn¡¯t know whether he wanted to destroy or pity.  The noise made by the night watchman was not small. After a while, several other garden guards also heard the sound and came looking for it: "Is there anyone inside? Who is inside?"

    Murong Yan felt that his neck was obviously stiff under the palm of his hand. He glanced coldly outside and was about to leave with Yu Qingjia, but suddenly Yu Qingjia held his arm with his backhand.

    Yu Qingya lowered her voice and whispered: "Shh, don't talk. You come with me."

    Murong Yan wanted to say that he was enough to take her away, but Yu Qingjia had already entered the state, bent her waist, and pulled Murong Yan into the rockery next to her.  Murong Yan was forced to avoid the ants, which he completely ignored, but Yu Qingjia even said "hiss" seriously, "They can't see them here, we can hide safely."

    The cold wind was howling outside, and it was pitch black inside the rockery. Even if you couldn¡¯t see your fingers, you could hear each other¡¯s breathing.  The darkness hinders vision, but the sense of smell becomes more obvious.

    Yu Qingjia was so nervous just now that she bit her lip at some point.

    People's self-control is most likely to collapse in the darkness. The bloodthirsty impulse in Murong Yan's body was still screaming, but the tip of his nose was lingering with the faint scent of blood.

    His cold fingers touched Yu Qingjia's cheek, and his fingertips gently rubbed her lips.

    Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed her.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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