The man turned a deaf ear and hugged her, lowering his head to look at her naked back - it was smooth and smooth without a trace!
His eyes narrowed, he reached out his hand, placed his fingertips on her fair and flawless back skin, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
There was hidden anger in his voice.
Su Qianqian's voice was even angrier than his: "You madman! What on earth are you doing?! Why do you treat me like this? Why do you do this!"
The man ignored her anger, his eyes wandered over her fair back, his pine green eyes gradually turned cold: "Where's the tattoo?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Qianqian gritted her teeth, "Let me go!" She struggled in his arms.
The man held her slender waist with one hand and gently stroked her fair back with the other. The skin was intact and there were no traces of tattoos.
He closed his eyes slightly, and the blood-red Manzhu Shahua flashed in his mind again, as well as the name he had tattooed on her with his own hands - a lifelong love, the vow he gave her, disappeared.
Obviously...it can't be washed away...why is it missing?
Or, as Su Qianqian said, it's not her at all? The person he's looking for is not her at all? He's just looking for the wrong person?
There was some confusion in his mind, and the cold rain fell on his fingertips, bringing an astonishing chill that spread from his fingertips to his heart.
That woman is really not her?
His narrow, cold green eyes stared at the woman in his arms. The aura on her body fascinated him as always. He asked himself in his heart, could it really be as she said, just because her aura was in his memory?
The woman there was the same, so he found the wrong person?
The rain fell on me, making me feel extremely cold.
He took off his coat, put it on Su Qianqian's body, and said slowly: "Whether you are her or not, since you are in my hands, you are mine. If she can't find it, I will use you to replace her."
"...!" Su Qianqian suddenly raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.
"Maybe I don't like her anymore." Lance whispered, "Otherwise, I wouldn't forget her. Now that I've met you, and you... I like you very much. Wouldn't it be nice to be with me?
?" His green eyes seemed to hold a clear spring, so green that it felt like one's soul was about to be sucked into it.
Su Qianqian couldn't help but take a step back, "I will never, never fall in love with you." She said firmly.
"..." The man looked at her silently.
"What you feel for me is not love." She whispered, "Don't you understand possessiveness? Is this what love looks like in your mind?"
"Yes." He said calmly, "Who said possessiveness can't be love? Even if it's one-sided love, it's still love. If you don't agree, it doesn't matter to me."
His words were as domineering as ever.
Su Qianqian bit her lower lip, not wanting to argue with him anymore.
Lance pulled her into his arms again, then turned his head, looked at Asa in the car opposite, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know what will happen to her?"
"..."
"Just because you want to escape, you have to bear the price of a life." Lance's cold voice sounded in Su Qianqian's ears, "Next time, will you dare to escape?"
Su Qianqian's lips trembled, and she looked at Asa's pale face, "It's all my fault... Just let her go... She has never betrayed you..."