Situ Shangxuan's slender jade fingers fell on her forehead, and the hot touch under his palm made his heart panic. Was it, after all, it was too late, because of his arrogance, because of his extreme confidence in himself?
Confidence, and is it too late to let all this happen?
"Obviously this is not the first time he has taken advantage of me, why do I still feel pain, very painful? Brother Shang Xuan, can you tell me why?" Qian Lianxia opened her misty tearful eyes and asked softly.
Situ Shangxuan's deep and beautiful blue eyes stared at her, as if he wanted to see through her soul and see the deepest part of her.
Unprepared, he suddenly approached Qian Lianxia's cheek, and kissed her cheek with his cold lips with a burning and hot breath, kissing away her rolling tears. He murmured in the moist kiss mark.
He said, "Qi Zhou, forget about him and let me take care of you, okay?"
In the dim night outside the window, in the brightly lit indoor space, a tall and slender man in a white suit lowered his body and kissed the pretty face of the petite and frail woman beneath him. Every word he murmured was a vow planted in his heart.
"Congee, we are engaged. I want you to be my Situ Shangxuan's only wife. I will do my best to be good to you and will not make you sad or make you cry, okay?"
His words were so firm and powerful. Qian Lianxia's clear, misty eyes were fixed on the skin without any pores in front of her, and then on the handsome face in front of her. She was so stiff that she couldn't say a word. She
Her heart was very messy, very messy. She resisted the love that made her painful but gradually became clear. Facing this sincere and refined man, she was suddenly confused and at a loss. Just like all complicated emotions, they were all confused.
They were burned together by the fire, and she was unable to break away, with nowhere to escape and no way to face it.
Although she was too cruel, Qian Lianxia still pushed him away without hesitation, turned her head to avoid her eyes and stepped back step by step, "Brother Shang Xuan, I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet,"
Situ Shangxuan's shining blue eyes dimmed after hearing her words, and a bitter smile escaped from the corner of his lips. He took a step further in her direction, holding back his heartache and said, "Porridge,"
He looked at her body that was gradually retreating. It was a few steps away, but it was a distance of a heart. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you, waiting for the day you accept me -"
"Stop talking, brother Shang Xuan, I can't bear it, really-" Qian Lianxia shook her head in tears, and suddenly rushed out of the room in his sight.
The beauty flew away like a gust of wind, almost taking away the warmth from his body at the same time. Maybe this night was really cold.
Qian Lianxia rushed down the spiral staircase and out of the villa. The servants and housekeepers who passed by only saw a silhouette leaving, and they had not recovered yet.
"Young Master," the bodyguard chief came to his senses first and asked doubtfully to Situ Shangxuan who was standing on the spiral staircase: "Do we need to chase the young lady back?"
Situ Shangxuan stood at the top of the spiral staircase, his cold and aloof figure filled with deep loneliness. The beautiful figure outside the villa finally faded into the night and could no longer be seen.
Situ Shangxuan turned around and lightly opened his lips, "No, let her go. Remember to hold the door open for her."
"Yes, Master!" The housekeeper looked up at the figure of his young master, filled with deep sadness. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Only Miss Qian could give the young master such a human expression.
The night is quiet, the traffic on the commercial street is still coming and going, the traffic lights are changing colors, the neon light is still shining, and the window lights reflect the indoor scene. There are always so many people in the world and all living beings for the so-called purpose.
Live, whether you are using others or being used by others.
Rushing out of the villa, Qian Lianxia never paused. The cold wind blew on her face, and it was as cold as a knife. Only in such a cold night, tears welled up in her eyes.
So that no one can see it.
She cried all her tears unscrupulously. After the pain once, her gradually clear feelings should be forcibly taken back and slowly forgotten. For such a man who is always calculating to use her, she,
not worth it.
There were slight and almost inaudible footsteps following behind her, and a word immediately came to Qian Lianxia's mind, "Are you a stalker?"
She slowed down and walked instead. The person behind her seemed to know that she was aware of it, and the steps under her feet were so light that people could hardly hear her.
Qian Lianxia tensed up her nerves. There was a left corner in front of her. She walked hurriedly ahead and ran into the corner in a hurry.
As soon as she entered the corner, Qian Lianxia yelled out, looking at the small passage in front of her, she shouted in her heart that it was over. The road in front of her was an alley, with dim lights and sad voices.
A cold wind hit behind her. Before Qian Lianxia could react, the man came behind her at an alarming speed. A bright knife was pressed against her neck, accompanied by the man's ice-like voice, "Qian Lianxia
Lianxia, I finally waited for you to show up again."
Qian Lianxia's head flashed with white light, and she was lamenting how she had been so lucky recently. She was being threatened every day, when she heard this voice. How could she still know her?
It seems that he came with a purpose, the corners of his lips showed a cold arc, and Qian Lianxia's voice was very clear, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
"Kill you!" The man said his purpose directly without saying a word of nonsense.
Qian Lianxia gasped and turned her head with difficulty in the dim light of the street lamp. Under the orange light of the street lamp, a man dressed in black clothes and surrendered, with a clear and handsome face, and an uncontrollable murderous aura in his black eyes.
"Why is it you again!?" After seeing the man's face clearly, Qian Lianxia gritted her teeth and said bitterly.
The man in front of her with the knife at her throat was the man who threatened her during the 'encounter' that day. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have been humiliated like that by Miyako Hime last time. Thinking of this, Qian Lianxia
There is anger.
Looking at her with gritted teeth, Qian Lianxia frowned and said coldly: "You didn't hurt me last time, do you want to do it again this time? What kind of hatred do I have with you? Is it worth your trouble?
Are you going to kill me again?"
The man was Hao Lianfeng. Under the dim street lights, the dagger's shining light was eerie and cold. Hao Lianfeng's ice-frozen black eyes stared at her, "Because the young master has fallen in love with you, I must kill you!"
"Young Master?" Qian Lianxia frowned.
Hao Lianfeng looked at her and explained as he cherished the words like gold: "The young master's surname is Ye, and his name is Shengge."
"Ye Shengge," as soon as the name crossed my throat, I felt a burst of pain.
How ridiculous, how ridiculous, Qian Lianxia looked at the shining dagger and Hao Lianfeng's murderous expression, and wanted to laugh. Why, after taking advantage of her, he could still make his men mistakenly think that he liked her, and
Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
In fact, Qian Lianxia did laugh out loud and burst into tears.
The knife came closer, and Hao Lianfeng frowned in displeasure, "Why are you laughing?"