Not daring to lower his head, Qingcheng glanced sideways at his arm. The bright red blood dyed the white clothes red, like a enchanting red flower blooming alone in the dark night.
Looking at Wu Hua who was at a loss, Qingcheng said coldly: "Are you satisfied now?"
A trace of guilt flashed in Wuhua's eyes. He quickly grabbed Qingcheng's injured arm and quickly helped her stop the bleeding. He said heartbrokenly: "Why are you so stupid?"
"I'm just not as despicable as you." Qingcheng looked at him and sneered: "No wonder you were kind enough to retain me and dared to wait for me here. No wonder you would rather make your beloved sister sad than allow her to eat that dish. It turns out that
You have already arranged everything."
Qingcheng looked at Wuhua, who was bowing his head in silence, and asked with a soft smile: "Do you feel happy or comfortable if you treat me like this?"
Hearing what Qingcheng said, Wuhua seemed to be irritated. He raised his head and looked at Qingcheng for a while. For a moment, he straightened Qingcheng's body like crazy and looked directly at her sneer face. He held up his hands with both hands.
He moved his arms to the skirt of his clothes and pulled hard, revealing his jade-colored skin.
Wuhua clamped Qingcheng's arms, with a ferocious look on his face, and said harshly: "If I got you, you wouldn't say that, and you wouldn't clamor to leave here anymore."
Qingcheng looked at Wuhua, who was as terrifying as a devil, struggling with all his strength. He waved his hand with all his strength, and the dagger drew a beautiful arc in the air, grazing the back of Wuhua's hand, and separated Qingcheng.
distance from him.
With a scream, Wuhua lowered his head to check, and found a blood-red gash on the back of his hand.
Looking up, Wuhua seemed extremely angry, looking at Qingcheng and gritting his teeth: "You woman."
Looking at Wuhua who is out of control and crazy, I don’t know what he will do next!
Qingcheng held her hands and stepped back again. After a collision, her head hit the hard wall behind, and she realized that there was no way out. She turned around, looked back, and shrank to the right, where there was only a small space - under the dressing table.
.
Surrounded by wooden partitions, Qingcheng felt inexplicably at ease.
Wuhua's eyes were red, his steps were slightly hasty, and he slowly pressed forward again.
Next, Qingcheng didn't know how to resist. With a cruel heart, he put the dagger in his hand on his neck, covered his clothes, and retreated deeper into the dressing table: "Don't force me, I will leave here even if I die."
.Even if you possess me, as long as I am still alive, I will still leave here, so please, for the sake of me saving you Han Ling, please let me go." At the end of the sentence, I thought about what happened after that night.
Yifei, who had never been seen again, couldn't help but burst into tears. Qingcheng sobbed softly, but his trembling hands did not dare to put down the dagger in his hand.
Wuhua looked at Qingcheng steadily for a long time, as if he had been greatly shocked: "Even if I take you by force, you will still leave, right? Even if you lose your virginity, you will leave, right?"
Qingcheng was shocked. It turned out that Wuhua had such a wishful thinking all along, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Chastity? You think that if I lose my virginity, I will stay as a matter of course, right? Ha! Chastity is nothing,
If it really happened, the situation of seeking death and survival would definitely not happen to me."
Looking at Wuhua who was stunned by his words, Qingcheng raised a sarcastic smile, and without waiting for him to speak, he continued: "If you are the one I love, I don't need to be so calculating, I will give everything I have to you."
"Exit. But I don't love you. Even if you forcefully take possession of me now, I will still leave."
"Is there really a beloved person in this world who can make you die?" Wuhua muttered in confusion, then turned around for a long time: "Who is this lucky person?"
"His name is Xuanyuan Yifei, and he is the eldest prince of Tianchen." Qingcheng still looked at him with some fear, fearing that he would come again.
Wu Hua seemed shocked: "It's him." Fu You smiled faintly and said: "It turns out it's him! It turns out the woman he asked me to save is you! You are Yan Qingcheng, the fourth lady of the Yan Mansion, who is famous in the Hua Dynasty.
of beauty.”
Qingcheng looked at him, wondering what he was talking to himself, but he didn't dare to let go of the dagger in his hand.
Wuhua had no intention of leaving, and Qingcheng did not dare to come out, facing each other.
moment.
"Come out, I won't hurt you anymore." Wuhua said, stretched out his hand to Qingcheng who was hiding under the dressing table, and moved over.
"Don't come here. If you take one more step forward, I will die for you." Qingcheng panicked, holding the dagger in his hand tightly and pressing it towards his neck.
Wuhua stopped and said urgently: "Qingcheng, come out quickly. I really won't hurt you anymore, and I won't touch you again. Come on, come out quickly."
"No, I can't believe what you said anymore." Qingcheng looked nervously at Wuhua in front of him, fearing that he would take another step forward.
After staring at Qingcheng for a long time, he saw that she really had no intention of coming out. Wuhua spoke: "Let me tell you, the noble person in my life who helps me is the eldest prince Xuanyuan Yifei of Tianchen Kingdom. You said, you are Ling'er
Your benefactor and my benefactor’s lover, how could I hurt you again?”
What Wuhua said was extremely sincere. Qingcheng thought for a moment and slowly put down the dagger and was about to go out. Wuhua moved a step forward and stretched out his hand. Qingcheng was startled, and he also retracted, his eyes against him.
Loudly said: "You are lying to me."
Upon hearing this, Wuhua stopped, retracted his extended hand, looked at Qingcheng, and said helplessly: "What do you have to do to believe me?"
"Go out quickly and close the door. Don't come back again." Qingcheng stared at him and pointed at the door.
Wuhua looked at Qingcheng intently for a moment, seeming to be reluctant to leave, feeling heartbroken, and unwilling to give up. In the end, he said nothing, turned around, opened the door, and closed the door until the figure disappeared outside the door.
In the silent night, there was no other sound. Qingcheng waited for a while, until he was sure that Wuhua was really gone, the tense nerves in his body suddenly relaxed, and the dagger fell from his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Looking at the closed door, Qingcheng quickly climbed out from under the dressing table, as if rushing for time, moved the chairs, tables, and finally piled the heavy dressing table behind the door.
The objects behind the door were piled up like a hill, and Qingcheng finally felt relieved. He hugged the quilt and sat on the bed, staring at the door closely, fearing that it would squeak open again.
Looking at the window, there is a hazy white light. Oh my God! When did you get light! Night! When did you become so long?