Shui Jingxue's heart was shocked. She turned around suddenly, widened her eyes, and looked at the person who suddenly appeared next to her.
That's a pretty face
Those are a pair of eyes as deep as the sea of ink
It was a strange and slightly erotic smile...
"Duanmu Jifeng!"
Shui Jingxue exclaimed. She clearly didn't hear the door opening or the footsteps. How did he...how did he get in?
Oh my god, why did she forget that Duanmu Ji Feng knows magic? It's not difficult at all to stop the sound.
The man lying next to her was dressed in white as snow, but his smile was full of bloodthirsty desire. Even though he was so handsome and elegant, Shui Jingxue still felt frightened.
For the first time, she was afraid of being close to a man!
Because this man is Duanmu Jifeng! The devil prince, the man who wants to use her body to cure hidden diseases!
"Shh, don't make any noise!"
Duanmu Jifeng wrapped his arms around her waist in a funny way. Shui Jingxue took a deep breath and suddenly became furious.
The small fist suddenly punched out, but a force immediately controlled her body
Fists raised in the air, unable to move
"What do you want to do?"
Shui Jingxue broke into a cold sweat. It seemed that what she overheard was correct. Duanmu Jifeng would definitely take action.
It's just that she has no chance to escape. Now she is facing a crisis, what should she do?
The smile on Duanmu Jifeng's face was suddenly full of dominance, "Little wild cat, I have said long ago that everything you have belongs to me!"
all!
Yes, she stabbed him in the heart that day on the edge of the cliff. However, it was obvious that he used a strange technique to attack her, which only injured the flesh and did not hurt the heart at all.
Otherwise, would Duanmu Jifeng still be alive?
"Duanmu Jifeng, don't make me hate you!"
Shui Jingxue growled coldly, with hatred filling his eyes.
Duanmu Jifeng was startled for a moment, then smiled again, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched her face as pure as snow.
"Silly girl, do you think I am afraid of being hated by you? There are more than one or two women and men who hate me? My hands are stained with blood, and there are more than tens of millions of souls who have died at my hands?"
His hands were touching her face every now and then.