Li Qian's eyes were very light, and they emitted a mechanical light like an object without emotions. Just when Jiujiu thought she would be strangled to death by Li Qian, Li Qian suddenly shook her hand and threw her to the ground.

Li Qian looked at Jiujiu from a high point, with contempt and disdainful eyes, as if looking at an object, saying, "What are you? You deserve to be liked by me."

Jiujiu felt suffocated, and a sour feeling spread in her chest, and tears were overflowing uncontrollably. She looked at Li Qian with a sad and obsessive look, her eyes as dazzling as the dew in the morning sun.

Li Qian, who had originally taken a step and was about to leave, immediately withdrew her steps when she received Jiujiu's hazy vision. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it really looked like it.

When I first saw her, I felt it very similar. The eyes were big and round, and the foggy looked like the Nanzhu he liked the most when he was a child. It was already very similar when he didn't cry, but now it was stained with tears, which was exactly the same as the Nanzhu. Even if she made a big mistake, he couldn't bear to blame him.

Li Qian bent down and carried Jiujiu, who was sitting on the ground to the bed. He looked at Jiujiu's eyes infatuatedly. His cold fingers gently stroked Jiujiu's cheeks, slowly brushed over his eyes, and gently pressed lightly on his eyelids. He felt the warm and soft feeling, and his eyebrows frowned in dissatisfaction, but after a moment, his eyebrows stretched out, and his face was as calm and peaceful as a child.

But the terrifying bloody smell on his body kept impacting Jiujiu's sense of smell, making Jiujiu's body subconsciously want to tremble.

Li Qian gently stroked Jiujiu's cheek for a long time, until Jiujiu's neck became a little stiff, then he moved his finger away, looked down at Jiujiu again without any indifference, his eyes were gentle as if nothing had happened.

Li Qian lowered her head and kissed Jiujiu's eyes, and said softly: "I'll come to see you again in the evening."

After Li Qian finished speaking, he raised his hand to tidy up his messy shirt, walked out, and took the door with him thoughtfully and gently.

After Li Qian left, Jiujiu opened her eyes. She had not practiced martial arts now, but because of her gradual strength, she still felt Li Qian's captivating evil spirit, especially when he just pinched his neck, he really wanted to kill him.

The strong murderous aura enveloped her like an indelible mist. Even though he had done countless tasks, Jiujiu was still scared to the point of sweating.

She has emerged from the enemy.

But why did those men in the past have such good skills? They seemed to fall in love with them as long as they seduced them a little, but Li Qian was not like this.

Looking down at the chain that suddenly appeared on the wrist, Jiujiu frowned and shook her arms, and decided to wait for Jiuli to come back and ask again.

But how can I guide Li Qian?

Li Qian looks gentle on the outside but is cold and violent on the inside, and she interprets the turning against each other to the extreme. How can such a moody man make him fall in love with him?

Jiujiu fell into deep thought.

Before nightfall, a strong wind hangs outside, followed by a thin heavy rain. Silver lightning flashed from time to time, casting a terrifying color on the dark-toned room.

Jiujiu stood by the window and looked at it. She thought Li Qian would not come back and went to wash and prepare to go to bed, but she had just finished washing her face and looked up and saw Li Qian standing straight in the house.

He was still wearing the military uniform he had left in the morning. Because he was wet, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, his lips were pink and white, and his bloodless lips were tightly pursed into a straight line. The dark green military uniform turned almost ink because it was stained with water. The dripping water dripped down the hem of the clothes, dripping a dark puddle of the light-colored carpet.

Jiujiu was startled by Li Qian's sudden appearance. After reacting, she quickly picked up a towel to wipe Li Qian's hair that was dripping with water downwards.

"Master, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Jiujiu said while wiping Li Qian's hair.

Li Qian sneered as if she had heard a huge joke, looked at Jiujiu with a snorted look, and said, "If you want to hold an umbrella if you kill someone?"

Jiujiu then found that the water droplets dripping from Li Qianyi were still light red. When she smelled the faint smell of blood just now, she thought it was the smell on Li Qian's body, but it only then appeared because of the blood on Li Qian's clothes.

Upon receiving the surprise on Jiujiu's face, Li Qian smiled with satisfaction, raised her fingers and gently stroked Jiujiu's cheek.

Li Qian didn't know how long it had been raining outside, and her fingers were cold as if there was no temperature at all. When she crossed Jiujiu's cheeks, she was like a poisonous snake spitting a core, which was indescribable horror.

Jiujiu's body was unconsciously tense.

Li Qian suddenly pinched Jiujiu's chin, and his palms pressed against Jiujiu's chin like an iron hoop. He looked at Jiujiu with a cold look and said in a gloomy tone: "Are you afraid of me?"

Jiujiu's expression froze, she resisted her body's reaction and whispered: "I'm not afraid of you."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Li Qian laughed loudly, as if she heard some funny joke. After laughing, she continued to look at Jiujiu sinisterly: "Since you are not afraid of me, why are you trembling? Well~"

After Li Qian finished speaking, his palm had subconsciously slipped to his waist, picked up the pistol, and opened the safety to Jiujiu's head.

Jiujiu trembled, raised her head and looked at Li Qian timidly, and replied carefully: "Because, because I'm a little uncomfortable,"

"Don't adapt?" Li Qian's shallow black-colored eyes rolled around her eye sockets, as if she was considering what Jiujiu said. After a while, she spoke: "Why don't you adapt? Are you lying to me if you say what you like today? Well~"

Jiujiu trembled, and she suddenly raised her hand to hold Li Qianbing's cold palm, which was almost without a trace of warmth, looked at his eyes, and said sincerely: "I didn't lie, Dashang, Ruyan really likes Dashang."

"Like it?" Li Qian looked at Jiujiu thoughtfully. After a long time, she took the gun that had already been put on the insurance. She bent down and picked up Jiujiu and walked towards the bed. She said as she walked: "Since you like me, let's show it to me, um~"

Li Qian was strong and was very strong. It was the first time she was in Jiujiu last night. Today, she was like a hungry wolf who couldn't feed her, and she kept tossing and tossing her.

Jiujiu's soul floated lightly above the room, watching Li Qian toss her body from night to morning before she let her go.

Li Qian looked at Jiujiu who had already fainted, looked at the sky outside the window, and felt a little tiredness in her heart. (To be continued)
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