He was stunned, not expecting her to ask this question. He raised his eyebrows interestingly, still holding her neck with one hand, and stroking his smooth chin with the other hand, and muttered, "How can I not kill you..."
In the 24 years before Yan Shengjie, he always needed a reason to kill people. But he never found a reason not to kill people.
However, it looks interesting.
"Then..."
Zhixing's heart was in his throat, and his two narrow eyes widened...
"Weaver Star!" There was a rapid knock on the door.
William banged on the door, restlessly lying on the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looking in.
Why is this girl so slow? Could it be that... something happened?!
"Weaver Star! Are you inside? Open the door quickly!"
"Master William?" Behind him, Mrs. Liu had just returned from shopping for groceries, carrying the groceries and looking at him curiously.
William said anxiously, "Sister-in-law Liu, open the door quickly!"
"Uh, okay..." Mrs. Liu took out the key and opened the door. William rushed in, went straight to Zhixing's room upstairs, and slammed the door open, "Zhixing——"
Suddenly, he froze.
Yan Shengjie was sitting on the chair with a straight face, holding a magazine in his hand, flipping through it casually. Zhi Xing stood behind him with a complicated expression, beating his shoulders for him.
"Zhixing, you..."
Zhi Xing raised his stubborn little face, looked at William who was hesitant to speak, then gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "Xiao Wei, go back."
"Go back?" William was anxious, "Zhi Xing, what are you doing? The plane will leave in a while..." He stopped speaking quickly and stared at Yan Shengjie warily.
Yan Shengjie slowly raised his head, his seemingly lazy eyes had an edge that was hard to escape.
"She's not going anywhere."
"What kind of onion are you? Why--"
"Xiaowei!" Zhixing shook his head and waved at him, and smacked at the door, "You go first, I will call you later, so hurry up and leave!"
William stared at her suspiciously for a long time, and finally, his warning eyes were directed at Yan Shengjie, "Zhixing, if you have any trouble, just tell me! I won't let anyone hurt you!" After that,
He turned around and left.
Yan Shengjie had a smile on his lips and caressed his brow lazily, "This kid seems to care about you very much."
Zhixing turned his face away, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger. He wished he could just crush him to death!
She gritted her teeth and asked, "How long...do you want me to do this...before you let me go?"
"Well..." He pretended to be deep in thought. The beautiful lines on his face seemed to have been sculptured by the hand of God. They were perfect and tempting to relax.
Zhixing's life was all in his hands. Even if he was as beautiful as a flower, she was not in the mood to appreciate him.
What's more, it's a poisonous poppy that's used to bewitching people with its appearance!
He finally spoke, "Until I get tired of it, you must be my exclusive slave."
Zhi Xing took a deep breath and asked as calmly as possible, "What if you are tired of it?"
"Haha, I will..." He looked back, calmly, "Kill you."
Zhi Xing felt a chill in his heart, his pupils kept shrinking, and he glared at him hatefully.
It seemed that the intention to obliterate passed by in a flash.
Yan Shengjie caught the real thing, stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of her nose, and smiled slightly, "Everyone in the world who wants to kill me can go around the equator. If I can survive until now, you should understand that it is wrong to act recklessly with murderous intent.