The young man's forehead broke out in cold sweat after being frightened and feeling guilty.

He almost killed Shu Yan.

He was almost exposed.

Damn it, why did you fall into a nightmare? This happened in front of Shu Yan. I wonder if she noticed anything.

Or maybe Shu Yan didn't hear what he said in his dream.

Yan Ming was flustered, so after he noticed something was wrong, he immediately showed off his acting skills and threw Shu Yan down to explain everything.

"Sister Yan, I still dreamed about Lin Shiheng, and I killed him, I killed someone..."

"..."

At the young man's panicked voice, Shu Yan tightened his hands, and finally couldn't help but raise his hand and patted his back, "It's okay, sister is here, Lin Shiheng will receive the punishment he deserves."

As she said this, Yan Ming moved closer to Shu Yan's neck and smelled it. It still smelled familiar. He really wanted to bite it and kill her.

The boy was lost in thought, and Shu Yan focused on coaxing him.

Neither of them noticed that the man who had come back at the door for who knows how long was standing there looking at him for who knows how long.

Su Yi looked at Yan Ming pressing on Shu Yan's body, his shoulders constantly swaying, and Shu Yan lying on the bed with disheveled clothes and a flushed face.

My mind was blank at the moment.

He stood there blankly, then suddenly turned his head to look at the vase on the cabinet at hand, picked it up casually, and threw it at the young man on the bed with a ferocious expression.

The place where it hit was the head.

Clearly, the man was out of control.

At this moment, he just wanted to get rid of the existence in front of him that he couldn't tolerate anymore.

When Su Yi approached, Shu Yan also saw him. When her eyes fell on his ferocious face and the vase raised in his hand, her expression suddenly changed.

Almost without hesitation, the woman frantically lifted the boy off her body and blocked his back.

"boom!"

The sound of breaking glass, accompanied by the dull sound of flesh, echoed in the quiet room.

Before Yan Ming could even come to his senses, he was knocked over by Shu Yan. When he came to his senses, only Shu Yan's hand was left in front of him.

The hand gently covered the side of his face, as if it wanted to cover his eyes, but failed to do so in time.

Yan Ming's heart beat faster in an instant, and his throat was dry. He didn't know what to say or what he wanted to say.

On the side, Su Yi, holding half a vase in his hand, looked blankly at Shu Yan, whose body was stained red with blood in an instant on the bed, and his fingertips began to tremble.

He, what is he doing?

"Old, wife?"

Su Yi's voice trembled, and his hands couldn't stop shaking. He didn't care about Yan Ming's life or death at the moment, and only Shu Yan in front of him remained in his eyes.

He stepped forward and hugged Shu Yan, trembling uncontrollably, "Why, why!"

Shu Yan looked at him, her clear eyes moved slowly, and then fell on his face.

The woman's face was half red with blood.

The back of her head was smashed by a vase. The bright red and sticky blood dripped from her hair and slid down her neck, staining a piece of sheet and her pajamas red.

Embarrassing, dazzling.

Shu Yan moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but he had no strength. His body, which was already weak due to the high fever, could not even lift his fingertips at this moment.

Finally, tired, she closed her eyes.

The moment Shu Yan closed his eyes, Su Yi suddenly roared, "Shu Yan!"