Chapter 63 Don't be angry, don't be angry (1/2)

Yan Yu didn't waste any more time.

He held the girl he cherished in his arms, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The surrounding scenery was distorted, torn, and stretched wildly in an instant, and then suddenly reassembled in the next second.

The dizzying sensation lasted only a moment.

By the time Ruan Tang came to her senses, the stench, a mixture of herbs and urine, had vanished.

Instead, there was the familiar scent of the home, carrying the faint smell of a dust-removing talisman.

It was her first time experiencing spatial jump, and she was still a little dazed when Yan Yu picked her up and sat her down in the main room.

The man remained silent.

He simply held her tightly in his arms, without hurting Ruan Tang.

The man's tall figure cast a heavy shadow in the room, and the air was still thick with lingering murderous intent.

Ruan Tang knew he was angry.

I'm angry at Han Zhishan for spewing nonsense, and even angrier at myself for being so hesitant and timid that I have to think twice before even crushing a bedbug.

She obediently adjusted her position, pressing her small face against his burning chest, and wrapping her slender arms around his strong waist.

Feeling her touch, the man's body tensed even more.

Hard as iron.

Ruan Tang's heart clenched painfully.

Her soft little hands gently soothed his strong back muscles, one stroke after another.

The muscles beneath his palms were like fully drawn bowstrings, tense and on the verge of breaking after an extreme outburst.

And he himself was the only rein in this ferocious beast that was about to go out of control.

This realization softened Ruan Tang's heart, leaving her feeling both bittersweet and swollen.

She knew that Yan Yu's current state was very strange.

It's a stress response.

What is the source?

Asking now will only reopen his deepest wounds.

At this moment, Ruan Tang desperately hoped that the two of them could form a contract immediately, so that she could understand all his unease and vulnerability through the power of the contract.

Under her tireless soothing, the muscles that were as stiff as a rock finally began to relax.

"elder brother."

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against the heart.

The little head nestled against his neck affectionately, its nostrils filled with his pleasant scent.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

The muscles on the side of my neck twitched suddenly.

Yan Yu remained silent, but the chill in the air, which was almost freezing, slowly dissipated.

He was just annoyed.

He just hates.

Han Zhishan's sticky, greedy eyes, and the contempt that regarded the weak as playthings, reminded him of the scum in the apocalypse who abandoned all human decency in order to survive.

In the apocalypse, the desperate faces of those who were trampled on by the powerful and died with their eyes wide open flashed before my eyes.

He longed for the peace he had now, but it was this damned peace again!

He was looking forward to the current rules, those damn rules again!

He even hesitated to crush a bedbug that coveted his treasure on the spot!

This feeling of confinement was more suffocating and enraging than being besieged by a million zombies!

A devastating darkness is about to completely devour sanity.

Suddenly, a warm, moist touch, carrying the girl's unique sweetness, gently landed on his earlobe.

It was a kiss.

"Brother, this world has its rules."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a magical power to soothe people.

"It's not worth getting your hands dirty for that kind of scum."

"Besides, I'm not that weak, he can't hurt me."

"I'm so happy... that you're protecting me like this."

She paused, then buried her face deep in his neck, taking a greedy breath, her voice filled with barely concealed joy and sweetness.

"Brother, I haven't told you yet..."

"You were so cool just now."

Her breath was sweet as orchids, and the last three words were whispered in his ear like a spell to break a seal.

"I love you to death."