The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me-Chapter 896: Lord Hero Is So Wicked 18

Feng Rong closed his eyes.

If it’s just like this, then that’s it.

He found himself also being changed.

They had only met a few times.

Yet, it seems, he remembers her every move.

Last night, on this hospital bed.

She seriously kissed him while holding him.

Making him lose control and kiss her.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why the men in the dream had such reactions when being killed by her.

All the men in the dream died.

Killed by that woman named Su Yan.

Each died with no anger on their face, as if dying by her hand was a willing matter.

Last night, he found himself overlapping with the men in the dream.

Was he to be killed by that woman?

Ha.

Ridiculous.

So he planned to strike first.

But when he really issued the order.

He didn’t know why, a fit of anger flared up in his heart.

He didn’t even understand what he was angry about.

During that more than half an hour of waiting.

Images flashed continually in his mind.

From the dream, from past events.

He was in a daze, unable to differentiate if it was a dream or reality.

Hong Ye sent news, said they missed, she didn’t die.

The accumulated anger in his heart, for some reason, dissipated instantly.

And he faintly let out a breath of relief.

Now, the dream came again.

Different from previous dreams.

Mixed and intertwined, all were images of being killed by Su Yan.

At that moment, he seemed like the man in the dream.

Time and again misplaced true feelings, time and again being killed.

As if no matter how many times it’s experienced, the outcome is the same.

Feng Rong’s eyelids drooped, picked up the glass placed on the table beside him.

Took a sip of water.

His pale lips gained a hint of rosy color.

His well-defined hand tightly grasped the rim of the glass.

Lowly murmuring

"Su Yan"

The room hadn’t been lit.

He could only vaguely see his silhouette in the moonlight streaming in.

The murmuring voice, trembling eyelashes.

Sound after sound, like a spell, seemed to want to pierce into one’s heart.

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Early next morning, Su Yan awakened early.

Standing in the living room, she hesitated for quite a while.

"Xiao Hua"

"Huh? Host??"

"For someone injured, what should I bring to the hospital for him?"

Xiao Hua immediately knew she was talking about visiting Feng Rong.

Became spirited instantly

"Wait a moment, Host."

After a short while, came Xiao Hua’s certain voice

"Host! Flowers!"

Su Yan blinked

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Su Yan picked up the wallet on the table.

Examined the money inside.

"One hundred and eight yuan."

This was all she owned.

"Hmm, let’s go to the flower shop first."

Thinking this way, Su Yan went out the door.

Xiao Hua prompted

"Host, there’s a flower shop right next to the hospital."

"Alright"

She earnestly agreed.

Half an hour later, when Su Yan stood at the flower shop entrance.

Looking at the remaining twenty-two yuan in her hand.

Xiao Hua sneakily suggested

"Host, buy carnations."

Su Yan nodded

"Hmm"

And so, ten minutes later.

Su Yan appeared at the hospital room door carrying three carnations.

One of them was given for a cheaper price by the shop owner because Su Yan was a cute young girl.

"Move these flowers to the next room."

As soon as she reached the door, she heard Hong Ye’s voice.

Then saw dozens of black-clad bodyguards carrying various flower baskets and gifts, including carnations, out of the hospital room.

A pile of flowers accumulated at the entrance, one after another, making one think someone must be having a wedding at the hospital.