The house was rented, but she managed everything in just one day. There was only one possibility...

She had already rented it.

Then why didn't you live here before?

Guo Qianfan's eyes wandered and he looked at the villa. It took him a long time to understand.

For her, this is not a property, this is a safe house.

A high-end community, strict security system, fingerprint unlocking, this place is her back-up.

Guo Qianfan laughed, she wasn't looking for a new place for herself, she was keeping herself under surveillance.

Can she feel at ease with him only if he lives with her and is monitored almost 24 hours a day?

He stretched out, took out his mobile phone and set the alarm for eight o'clock in the evening, then lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Look, that's the difference between her and those women.

They approached cautiously and extended a helping hand with "compassion" and "redemption" written on their faces.

They longed to pull him out of his lonely and helpless situation. They wanted to be his ray of light, or even his only ray of light, so that he would willingly become a slave of his feelings.

He's not stupid.

He has indeed fallen into the abyss, but this does not mean that he needs those inexplicable salvations, nor does he need any support.

He closed his eyes, with a careless smile on his lips, covered his heart with his right hand, and fell into a deep sleep.

There was a photo there, which he held warmly.

Fan Tuan upstairs was not in such a relaxed mood. She searched through underground websites but could not find any clues that Sauron was going to fight.

Boxing in underground boxing arenas is a gray area. Every boxing match is a life-or-death contest with a wide range of implications and complex forces involved, so the channels for obtaining information are mostly based on one's own abilities.

In order to hide his identity, Fan Tuan now uses fake ID cards and changed his mobile phone number. It is impossible to find his previous contacts and he can only rely on the Internet.

She closed her laptop irritably and lay on the bed, frowning.

The sudden appearance of Guo Qianfan disrupted her existing plan. She only agreed to do the task for the system because of the box of gold. In fact, she didn't care whether she did the task or not.

But things are different now. Guo Qianfan is Duan Hui back then. She must protect him and never let these things get involved with him.

But what if he is...?

Fan Tuan had a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked: "What does the blackening value mean? Why is his blackening value so high?"

The system quickly replied: "The blackening value refers to the negative impact this person has on the world. He is a key figure in this world, and even a little negative impact will cause the world to collapse."

"How could he, a top student, have so many negative influences?" Fan Tuan didn't understand.

The system pondered for a moment and said: "It has nothing to do with his identity. The negative impact of the system's judgment refers to the readers' comprehensive evaluation of the novel, that is, a negative review."

"When the villain's actions become the reason for readers to leave negative reviews, it will have a negative impact."

Some novels arrange villains to advance the plot, while others arrange villains to disgust readers. The novels whose system needs to be changed fall into the latter category.

Fan Tuan stopped talking.

Ten years have passed, and her memory of her childhood has faded slightly, but she still remembers Qianfan following her around all day long.

She said she would protect him for the rest of her life, but she broke her promise.

Fan Tuan took a deep breath, went out and went downstairs, and saw Qianfan already asleep on the sofa.

She walked over quietly and sat next to the sofa, wanting to tell him to go back to his room to sleep, but the moment she saw him, she was stunned.

Guo Qianfan's face was pale, his lips were pursed tightly, and his whole body was trembling. It was already summer, but he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, trembling constantly.

"Crossing Qianfan?" Fan Tuan called out to him and stretched out his hand to push.

Suddenly, Guo Qianfan, who was sleeping, grabbed her hand. He had no intention of waking up, but he opened his mouth and shouted: "Tuantuan..."

"Don't, don't go..."

Fan Tuan's scalp was numb and his whole body was frozen in place, unable to even withdraw his hand.

Tuantuan, almost no one calls her that. Everyone likes to call her Tuanzi. Only Guo Qianfan, who was young, insisted on calling her Tuantuan without any reason.

She vaguely remembered that winter, when she was sitting in the car, speeding away, and saw Guo Qianfan chasing the car through the rearview mirror.

"Tuantuan!" he shouted, fear written on his thin face, "Don't leave! Tuantuan!"

Fan Tuan didn't look back. She was heartbroken and sat quietly in the back seat of the car, looking away from the rearview mirror.

"Master, play a song." Her childish voice was cold and ruthless.

The sound of the car stereo covered up Guo Qianfan's roar. She didn't know how long the panicked figure had been running in the snow. She only knew that when she woke up, she would never return to that compound.

"Tuantuan..." Guo Qianfan sobbed, his heart hurting so much that he stopped breathing, "Don't go..."

He held Fan Tuan's hand tightly, his muscles were tense and sore, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

In the dream, he fell into a snowdrift as if he was about to die, watching the car go away in despair. In reality, he also seemed to have fallen into the heavy snow, unable to return to the present.

Fan Tuan came back to her senses and looked at the request in the comment area asking her to hurry up and not leave. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

She took a deep breath, reached out with her other hand, and pinched Qianfan's arm hard.

"Well!"

Guo Qianfan woke up suddenly. He ignored the tears and the pain on his body and took big breaths.

The feeling of near-death in the dream had spread to reality. He suspected that if he didn't wake up, he would die like himself in the dream.

His pupils were dilated and slowly focused as he breathed. It took him an unknown amount of time before he realized where he was.

"Tuan... Fan Tuan." He regained consciousness, subconsciously let go of Fan Tuan's hand, sat up straight, and moved further away.

It was as if the person who desperately grabbed Fan Tuan and burst into tears just now was not him.

Fan Tuan was silent for a while, then stood up: "Go back to the house and sleep."

She had nothing else to say.

"It's okay." Guo Qianfan quickly calmed down, and even though his heart was still aching, it wouldn't show anymore.

He wiped away his tears and pretended as if nothing had happened: "I'm going to work part-time at a bar soon, will you go have a few drinks?"

"I can make you a non-alcoholic version."

Isn't that just juice... Fan Tuan was a little funny, but when he looked at him, he stopped laughing.

Haven't you forgotten everything? She asked herself why she remembered it all again.

Guo Qianfan responded to her gaze, his eyes were calm and gentle, neither evasive nor aggressive, he just looked up obediently, as before.

Fan Tuan's hand unconsciously stretched out and hung over his head, then froze in place, unable to move.

What does she want to do? Want to touch his head?

Just like before?

But who gave her the power?

Guo Qianfan straightened his back, put his head on her hand, and rubbed it affectionately. His eyes were bright and the corners of his lips were raised.

Fan Tuan was stunned. The young man's head was very hairy and his thick black hair was shaved into an inch. He felt itchy when he rubbed it in his hand, but it was warm and comfortable.

She couldn't hold it back and rubbed it. The long-lost touch made her heart skip a beat. Especially when she met his eyes again, which seemed to only be able to hold her, she felt even more guilty.

"How have you been over the past few years?" She said with difficulty, but finally asked.

Guo Qianfan tried his best to smile, but the loneliness and watery look in his eyes betrayed him: "It's pretty good."

"Really?" Fan Tuan took back his hand and pretended not to see the disappointment on his face, "Okay."

She turned around and walked out the door, only to hear Qianfan's voice coming from behind: "Are you coming back?"

"Can I wait until you come back?"

The voice was gentle, but it had a timid tone. One question, two questions, almost had the word humble written on his face.

Fan Tuan took a breath and couldn't help but think of Guo Qianfan's appearance when he had just had a nightmare. His heart ached with pain. After a while, he stood up and said, "Come with me tonight. If you go, I'll give you five minutes to clean up."

There were panicked footsteps behind him, and he almost staggered towards her, stopping not far behind her: "I can follow you now!"

Fan Tuan closed his eyes and went straight out without looking at him.
Chapter completed!