"Want to distance yourself from me?"

She asked in a nonchalant tone.

This woman is like a devil, she can easily control people and make them fascinated with just a few words.

Jiang Ke's eyelids were lowered, half-covering his eyes, but his emotions could not be concealed.

He raised Mo Qing's hand and used some force to get her wrist caught in the tiger's mouth.

He lowered his head, moved slightly closer to her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't play with me."

"It hurts." Mo Qing frowned slightly.

My mouth hurt, but my voice was calm.

Jiang Ke sneered coldly and released her wrist: "I thought you wouldn't feel any pain."

Mo Qing lowered his eyes, then raised them again, and said calmly: "I can be killed."

Jiang Ke dropped his hands, curling his fingers into fists.

The veins on the back of the hand are prominent, one by one, densely intertwined.

Even though she knew she did it on purpose, her mood was still carried away, and she was inexplicably disturbed.

He pursed his lips, remained silent, and with a cold face, took out the needle pack from his pocket and handed it to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing kneaded her wrist, saw his movements, released her wrist, took the acupuncture needle, and said, "I plan to go to the scene, you can come with me. I happen to have something to ask you."

Jiang Ke's tone was stiff: "I won't go."

Mo Qing took a step forward, heard the sound, stepped back and stopped in front of him.

She narrowed her eyes: "Aren't you going?"

Jiang Ke said firmly: "I won't go."

Suddenly smiling, Mo Qing hooked his fingers on his collar, adjusted it, then slid her fingers to the side and patted his shoulder.

She said: "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Ke frowned: "You..."

"Can't hear it."

Mo Qing cut off his words, waved his hand, and left directly.

Jiang Ke turned around, looking at her back in his eyes, and took a slow breath.

He seemed to be eaten to death by her.

*

Mo Qing waited downstairs for three minutes.

Didn't wait for Jiang Ke.

A drunk man staggered by the roadside, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a girl in a red dress standing under the streetlight. Desire suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he walked straight towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing saw it, glanced coldly, and ignored him.

The drunk man looked at Mo Qing. He was drunk, but his eyes were naked.

He chuckled and put his arm around Mo Qing's shoulders: "How much does it cost per night?"

His hand did not touch Mo Qing's shoulder.

Because, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The force was so strong that the drunkard felt his hands being shackled and wanted to break free, but he couldn't move an inch.

He cursed and raised his eyes to look at the troublemaker, but met a pair of eyes full of coldness and danger. He felt his whole body tremble when he was stared at by that gaze.

He shuddered.

Jiang Ke pushed him forward and said coldly: "Get out of here."

The drunk man took two steps back and staggered.

Normally, if faced with such a tough situation, the drunkard would have run away long ago.

Unfortunately, he was drunk today.

As the saying goes, drinking makes you bold.

By some strange coincidence, he didn't realize what was going on and left. Instead, he plucked up the courage and took another step forward.

"Your woman?" The drunk man looked at Mo Qing with very revealing eyes, made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth, and commented, "You must be dressed so coquettishly -"

He didn't finish what he said.

Because Jiang Ke kicked him in the lower abdomen, and he flew away. After falling to the ground, he struggled for a while and did not get up again.

After getting rid of this person, Jiang Ke frowned slightly and looked at Mo Qing, who was calmly watching the show, slightly unhappily.

"You're quite tolerant."

Jiang Ke spoke out, with a tendency of anger, and it was inevitable that he would be a little sarcastic.

Mo Qing glanced at him and said matter-of-factly: "Isn't it you?"

Jiang Ke gritted his molars: "You——"

Mo Qing asked leisurely: "How is it?"

"..."

Jiang Ke swallowed his words.

"Let's go." Mo Qing stepped on the road barefoot, raised his arms and folded them behind his head, then stretched them out, "If we delay any longer, it will be dawn."

"etc."

Jiang Ke called her.

Mo Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at him doubtfully.

Meaning: Do you still have to lose your temper?

Jiang Ke saw the doubt in her eyes and felt unhappy for a while, but then he endured it and handed over a pair of slippers.

He said: "Put it on."

Mo Qing glanced at it and refused decisively: "I won't wear it."

Jiang Ke frowned: "Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Yeah." Mo Qing nodded, and then gave the reason, "But the shoes are too ugly."

This is a pair of hotel slippers.

The black one is a big size and is worn in the shower.

It's so ugly that you don't want to take a second look.

"What's the problem?" Jiang Ke was confused and couldn't understand.

Mo Qing paused for two seconds, looked at him, and repeated one word with a very clear pronunciation: "Ugly."

Jiang Ke finally understood: "Not worthy of you?"

"right."

Mo Qing admitted frankly.

Jiang Ke choked up and thought she was okay, so he threw the slippers at her feet: "I'll make do with it."

Mo Qing was very decisive: "No."

There is no room for negotiation at all.

However, Jiang Ke also gave up discussing with her and took two steps forward to walk up to her.

Mo Qing was just wondering when she saw Jiang Ke squatting down in front of her.

He picked up a shoe with one hand and then reached out to hold Mo Qing's ankle.

At this moment, the two people's movements were all stunned.

Mo Qing's feet were always exposed and the skin was cold, but Jiang Ke's hands were warm and generous. When he covered them, a warmth spread from bottom to top.

Mo Qing's body stiffened.

Jiang Ke paused for a second, but still picked up her feet and put the ugly slippers on her.

He saw her feet. Her toes were round and beautiful, her nails were neatly trimmed, her skin was evenly white, and her beautiful feet looked quite artistic.

pity.

I stepped on a foot of mud.

Soon, Jiang Ke picked up Mo Qing's left foot and put on the remaining slipper.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Mo Qing looking down at the slippers on her feet, her eyebrows twisted tightly, as if he was hesitating whether to kick the slippers off.
To be continued...