Leng Qirui glanced at him coldly, his eyes as cold as snow, as cold as heart and lungs. The man couldn't help but shudder, and his words were frozen in his words.
Lone wolves are absolutely not to be messed with!
"Follow me." Leng Qirui took Qingting's hand and walked past those people with firm steps, without even looking at them. All his attention was focused on the lost person.
Those people looked at each other, but did not dare to step forward to stop them. They could only watch them leave together.
Along the way, Leng Qirui kept holding the girl in his arms and refused to let go. His lips were pursed tightly, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
"Did they hurt you? How about it? Were you hurt? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Qingting's heart felt faintly hot, and he stretched out his hand to rub the back of his neck, "It hurts here."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness unconsciously added to her voice.
When she was helpless and scared, someone fell from the sky and saved her from danger. It was the first time she felt the protection from others. Why didn't she feel moved? Why didn't she feel moved?
At this moment, no matter how determined, brave, and strong she is, she is just a girl who longs for protection and love.
Leng Qirui lifted up her thin hair and saw the dark bruises on her neck, a trace of murderous rage flashed in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't protect you."
When she thought that if he had come a step later, she might be in an unbearable situation, her body could not help but tremble slightly, and a chill rose from her heart.
Qingting could feel his body trembling slightly, and his nose felt sore, "Don't blame yourself so much, I'm fine..."
It's strange that she didn't feel his love when they were at their most affectionate.
He kept saying that he liked her, and was even about to get engaged, but his feelings for her were not real. She always felt that she could not grasp and touch them, like a veil, blurred and blurred, like a beautiful dream.
The dream will disappear when you wake up.
But at this moment, she truly felt his love for her, real, passionate, deep, and passionate love!
She felt his self-blame, his pain, his fear, his fear!
It also deeply shocked her soul!
His trembling hand touched her snow-white face, his eyes were confused and painful, "Tingting, I am very scared, very scared, very scared."
Qingting's heart ached, she held his big hand tightly, pressed it on her face, and asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"
The warm touch shocked him. It was this feeling, so warm that it made him want to cry.
"I'm afraid those people will hurt you, I'm afraid you'll cry helplessly, I'm afraid you'd rather be broken than destroyed..."
Looking at his face twisted in pain, Qingting's heart was trembling, "Leng Qirui, stop talking."
Don't shake her heart, don't make her... feel distressed like this!
He couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her between the eyebrows. He cherished her deeply and said, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well."
The kiss as light as a butterfly wing was like a seal being released, and a warm current surged into her heart. Qingting could no longer control her tears and couldn't help crying. But she still struggled to give up, "I'm just an eye..."
...There is sand in it, I..."
The snow-white face, the tears like crystal pearls, the small mouth that tries hard to explain, is so stubborn that it makes people feel heartbroken.
Leng Qirui held her face and kissed her uncontrollably. The soft touch and the familiar and fresh taste made him sink...