The Heroine, She Has a Prosperous Beauty

In the middle of the night, Yan Run was looking at the contents of the mailbox.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard, and the sound was high and low like the sobbing of a girl.

Yan Run seemed to remember something, and his expression changed.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open.

The room was dark...

As the door opened, the intermittent and faint sobbing of the girl became clearer.

With a "click", a bright light came on in the room.

The room was silent, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Run frowned and looked around.

Finally, he found Leng Su in the closet following the source of the sound.

The girl hugged her knees with her hands, and buried her cheeks deeply between her knees.

Her body was shaking violently, and faint sobs sounded intermittently.

Yan Run subconsciously reached out to touch her, but his hand just stretched out, but stopped again.

The big hand in the air slowly tightened, clenched into a fist, and then slowly retracted.

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There was no other sound in the room except the girl's faint sobbing.

But Leng Su knew that Yan Run had not left...

Although he did not move, did not speak, and even deliberately lightened his breathing.

But his sharp eyes on her never left.

After a long while, it seemed like a century had passed.

Leng Su once again endured the attack, and she loosened her hands hugging her knees.

Her tense body suddenly relaxed, and she leaned weakly against the bookcase.

She looked up at him...

He also looked at her silently...

Their eyes met, and no one spoke to each other.

The ticking time passed slowly, and in the end, Yan Run compromised first.

He bent down, gently picked up the weak girl, and put her back on the bed.

After covering her with the quilt and pinching the corners of the quilt, Yan Run stood up and was about to leave.

But at this time, the girl reached out and grabbed his big hand again.

He turned his head to look at her, and the emotions in her black eyes were very complicated.

She was cautious, aggrieved, and had trust and reliance on him.

Yan Run sighed silently in his heart.

"I will help you." Yan Run whispered.

Hearing this, the girl's dim black eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light of hope.

She looked at him, her frowning brows loosened, and the despair and depression in her eyes disappeared.

"Have a good rest."

"Yeah." Leng Su replied in a low voice.

Then, under his gaze, she reluctantly let go of his big hand.

Seeing the reluctance on her face, Yan Run softened his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to obey his heart and reached out to rub Leng Su's head.

"Good night."

Yan Run turned off the lights for her, closed the door and left.

The room fell into a strange silence...

Yan Run left, and the room returned to darkness and silence again.

On the soft Simmons bed, Leng Su raised his hand to cover his chest, his face slightly weird.

Her heartbeat seemed a little fast...

And when Yan Run just left, she actually felt reluctant to let him go.

But Yan Run obviously lived next door, and it wasn't like she was going to a foreign country, nor would she ever see him again. Why did she do this?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with her, the more confused she became, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

In the end, Leng Su simply rubbed her face hard, forcing herself to drive Yan Run out of her mind.

Muttering to herself, self-hypnotizing...There are beautiful women everywhere in the world, and she can't hang herself on a tree with a stunning beauty like her!

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