62. Chapter 62 Is she the one he is looking for? 5
Slender fingers slowly closed the book with nostalgia, and he turned his eyes to look at her. His sinister eyes instantly became terrifying, more fierce and violent than in the church.
That kind of look makes you want to run away.
So Jiang Weiyi ignored the pain in her body and stood up to run away. She didn't want to be beaten again.
"Still want to run?"
Xiang Yutian snorted coldly, grabbed her back with quick eyes and hands, pushed her hard to the bookshelf aside, covered him up, forced himself in front of her, and punched the bookshelf behind her, "Jiang
Only, who allowed you to touch my things?"
"boom."
With a heavy punch, the books on the bookshelf fell one after another.
"I...just saw the uniqueness of the bookmark, so..." she tried to explain.
"I see you are getting bolder and bolder!"
Xiang Yutian suddenly grabbed her neck and lifted her up. His eyes were angry and gloomy, glowing like a ghost, "Do you know how dirty your hands are? You are not qualified to touch me."
s things!"
"I didn't." How dirty could her hands be?
"How dare you say that?"
Xiang Yutian grabbed her thin neck with his five fingers, his face full of furious murderous intent.
"Well……"
Jiang Weiwei was choked so much that he could not speak. He had difficulty breathing. His head gradually began to lack oxygen. His feet were gradually forced to leave the ground, and his back was pressed against a hard bookshelf. He was in excruciating pain.
He wants to kill her?
Just for a bookmark? He is crazy!
"Jiang Weiwei, you haven't recognized your identity yet!" Seeing her pain, Xiang Yutian showed no pity and said coldly, "You are just of some use in my bed! If you touch my things, you can only
An end."
He could only die if he touched the thing he cherished most.
"..."
In his eyes, her life is not worth as much as a mahogany bookmark?
Jiang Weiwei's breathing gradually weakened. He looked at the man in front of him with hatred in his eyes. The hand hanging by his side formed a knife, ready to strike with all his strength...
At this time, if she continues to endure, she will only die.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the window, a bit violent.
The pages on the desk were blown loudly.
A piece of drawing paper fell from a certain book, like a piece of white feather, falling gently at the feet of the two people.
Jiang Weiwei looked at Xiang Yutian with a sharp look, nervousness and panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly released the hand that restrained her neck, knelt down directly on the ground to pick up the drawing paper, and flicked the non-existent paper with his fingertips.
dust……
His neck was suddenly released, and Jiang Weiwei's feet touched the ground. He immediately took a deep breath, and his hands and feet became cold.
"Close the window!"
Xiang Yutian knelt on the ground, inspected the drawing paper, and ordered her coldly.
"..."
Looking at his back, Jiang Weiwei was filled with hatred. He raised his hand and considered whether this palm strike could kill him directly or knock him unconscious...
If she didn't strike first, this moody man would sooner or later kill her before she could complete the task.
She could no longer let him torture her.
Jiang Weiyi gritted his teeth, his eyes reflected fierceness, and slowly approached him, all his strength gathered in his palms——
Suddenly, he turned slightly sideways.
Then, she saw the drawing paper in his hand.
On that piece of pure white drawing paper, a light-colored pencil sketched a picture of the back of a little girl, with a flowing skirt and a string of bells hanging around her waist. The purple rope and golden bells were brightly colored, and even the lines of the bells were clearly drawn.