C9 Chapter 9

Yan Ruo was awakened from his shock. He had just arrived home after eight in the evening and had been tired all day. He had finally managed to lie down and take a nap, and just as the beautiful dream of getting married and having children had begun, a loud noise scared him so much that he almost rolled off the bed.

The old-fashioned metal door was slammed against the wall, making the whole place shake. If not for the fact that there was no one else living in the building, this sound would definitely have caused public outrage.

"F * ck!" Yan Ruo couldn't tell who it was because he was still half asleep. Although he was cursing in his heart, he still got up in a daze and went to open the door. As he walked, he rubbed his eyes to see if the landlord had come to collect the rent, but he had only just paid it last week.

When the door opened, it was filled with the scent of alcohol.

The two men, almost drunk, were bent slightly on either side of the door, and when they saw him open the door, they looked up at him, their eyes in the darkness as terrifying as those of wild beasts.

Yan Ruo's sleepiness was immediately woken up by the fright. At that moment, the induction light in the corridor, which had been out of repair for a long time, was turned on today. However, it didn't have long to live, so it flickered between bright and dim, causing Yan Moxiao's eyes to turn red.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" Although he still knew how to ask, Yan Ruo had already started moving, subconsciously wanting to close the door.

Yan Moxiao suddenly slammed his hands on the door. Yan Ruo was hit so hard that he almost fell to the ground. Yan Moxiao pushed the door open and walked in shakily as if there was no one around him. He even slammed the door shut.

"What are you doing?! Something was wrong with his head! What are you doing going to someone else's house in the middle of the night! " Yan Ruo cursed out loud. At the same time, he pulled on his old pajamas as he hurried to turn on the lights.

He didn't say anything as if he didn't hear Yan Moxiao's curse. After entering the door, Yan Moxiao stood there staring at the people in front of him without blinking.

Although the light was not strong, it gave the small room a feeling of gentleness. Yan Moxiao slowly looked up. The mottled walls, the ceiling that leaks rain on rainy days permeates the traces of water stains, winding.

After a few seconds, Yan Moxiao lowered his head and looked at Yan Ruo, who frowned and glared at him.

Yan Ruo was sure that the man was drunk, but he didn't understand why he sent it to his family. He had only met this person twice, but it was already a bad memory.

"I already told you that I'm not the person you're talking about. Can you stop bothering me!?" Recalling what Yan Moxiao did to him last time, Yan Ruo felt unspeakable disgust.

"You are not?" Yan Moxiao finally opened his mouth. His voice sounded a bit more vague than usual. He really drank too much.

Yan Ruo didn't want to pay any more attention to him, so he turned his head and scratched his head.

"I'm not! I'm not!" How many times do you need me to tell you! Do you want me to fucking go check your DNA!

Yan Moxiao blinked his eyes. He had never seen such an expression of disgust and irritation on that person's face.

Since the person in front of him said he wasn't Yan Zhixiao, he started to believe him a little from now on.

Because this man called Yan Ruo had a clean background like a piece of paper.

There was nothing to investigate because there was nothing to investigate. The most common person, from birth to graduating from middle school, to dropping out of school and working everywhere, Yan Ruo's experience from his teens was almost clear to him.

The clearest result, coupled with what Mo Donglin said, seemed to have been confirmed.

"If you understand, get out--out!" Yan Ruo swallowed the word "f * ck off" with great difficulty. The man didn't seem to be clear-headed at the moment. It wouldn't be good if he went crazy in case he got mad.

"Let's just pretend we've never seen each other before. Otherwise, I'll call the police! "

"You're not--" Yan Moxiao didn't hear his words at all. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Yan Ruo. "I also know that you shouldn't be -- can't be --"

Yan Ruo frowned. What the hell is he talking about?

"You're not--" Yan Moxiao shook his head and started to walk towards him step by step.

"You, what are you trying to do?" After a moment of shock, Yan Ruo began to retreat. However, before he could retreat more than a few steps, Yan Moxiao, who suddenly rushed forward, firmly grabbed onto his arm. The man's strength was so strong that it cracked his bones.

"Ah!" It was so painful!

"How can you not?" Lowering his head, Yan Moxiao looked as if he wanted to swallow Ye Zichen up, while staring at Ye Zichen as if he wanted to bite his neck.

Yan Ruo struggled to withdraw his hand.

"F * ck!" Let go! I'm not the kind of person you want me to say it a few times before you understand! If you don't fucking let go of me now, I won't let you go! "

But no matter how much he shouted at Yan Moxiao, he didn't seem to want to let go. He kept repeating the words "why not" and "why not" over and over again, making people feel inexplicably annoyed.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Yan Ruo kicked Yan Moxiao's thigh. Yan Moxiao's body tilted a little, but he still didn't let him go.

"Fuck you!" Yan Ruo was so angry that he directly hit him with his body. The two of them instantly started fighting.

The house was small to begin with, so there wasn't much room for improvement. The two tall adult men rolled around on the ground, knocking over a table and a few stools. The beating sounds mixed with Yan Ruo and the cursing, ending with a slap.

Lying flat on the ground, Yan Ruo panted heavily. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the wound on his lips could clearly be seen.

Yan Moxiao's whole body was pressed down on him. His breathing was also unstable. He did not have any expression on his face, but the finger marks on his face gradually appeared.

That slap had used all of his strength.

At the same time, he seemed to have finally woken up the man. Yan Moxiao looked down at the man below him without blinking. Yan Ruo also looked at him and said coldly, "Scram!"

Yan Moxiao didn't move. The two of them looked at each other, and after a long silence, there seemed to be no end to it. Finally, Yan Ruo seemed to hear Yan Moxiao sigh, then the latter suddenly closed his eyes and fell heavily on top of him.

The man's unique scent, mixed with the smell of alcohol, made Yan Ruo feel goosebumps all over his body. Just as he was about to push him away, he heard Yan Moxiao's voice. It was very soft, but also very vague. He even felt miserable.

Yan Ruo paused for a few seconds, then slowly pushed the person away. When he sat up, he looked at the man who was lying unconscious on the side and sighed heavily.

Why would I...

He didn't understand that this man was clearly tormenting him. What kind of people, what kind of things, can't let go --