"May I?"
Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she looked up and met his gaze.
His eyes were like paint, with a hint of heavy color.
Neither spoke nor moved.
Sang Yu slowly stepped back and sighed softly, "I'll forget it if I don't kiss you..."
Before he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Xie Qian's breathing was heavy and he held her chin. The next moment, he kissed her heavily, as if he was going to crush her.
Sang Yu froze, eyes widening in disbelief, and forgot to breathe for a moment.
The fingertips on his chin felt faintly hot, and his eyes were astonishingly dark, reminding people of the endless blackness of the sea before a storm, so deep that it took one's breath away.
The oxygen in his chest was almost squeezed out. Sang Yu stepped back in discomfort, but he forced him to sit on the desk.
A pair of big hands on the waist supported her, picked her up and placed her on the desk, and then they entangled her even more out of control.
Sang Yu stared blankly, never expecting that the serious Xie Qian would become like this. She only felt her heart beating like a drum and her breathing getting heavier every now and then.
When Sang Yu learned that Sang Yu had been assassinated, he was approving the memorial for her.
He looked at the secret guard behind him, with vague emotions in his eyes: "What's going on?"
The secret guard said: "The other party seems to be coming for Yun Heng, but he doesn't intend to let anyone go."
"How is she doing?"
"The arrow pierced the right side of the chest, it should be fine..."
The secret guard thought that Sang Yu was still alive and kicking when he saw her last, and the human heart is usually on the left side, so it should be fine.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground.
This is the first time the secret guard has seen Sang Yu angry in so many years.
His cold face turned extremely gloomy at this moment, and his eyes were so horrifying that one dared not look directly into them.
The secret guard knelt on the ground, not even daring to vent his anger.
When Sang Yu found the general's mansion, it was already dark.
He looked at the candle-lit room in front of him, paused, and then slowly walked up the steps.
Before he reached the door, he heard some noises coming from inside.
Sang Yu suddenly stopped.
"Xie Qian, it's okay..."
"Let me go quickly, uh..."
"...Xie Qian!!"
Broken and messy sounds.
…
Sang Yu's eyes almost suddenly went dark, and the emotions he had never felt deep in his heart instantly climbed to his brain. His long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and his pupils were distracted for a moment. All his strength seemed to be wasted in this moment. Extracted.
A touch of blood overflowed from his lips, and his face was whiter than snow.
He stood stiffly in front of the door, his long white fingers tightly clasped on the pillar beside him, and complex emotions spread wantonly deep in his soul.
Everything seemed to be falling apart.
He covered his heart, which seemed to be ached by a sharp sword, and turned around slowly.
"who are you looking for……"
Someone came not far away.
But she kept silent when she met his eyes.
God, he obviously has a gorgeous face, but why does his eyes look so scary?
Looking at each other, the feeling of suffocation is terrifying.
Sang Yu, who had no idea Sang Yu was coming, was almost suffocated by Xie Qianqin.
She didn't know why the man seemed to be going crazy. His body was like steel, imprisoning her tightly and she couldn't push her away.
In the end, she fainted from the kiss.
Xie Qian looked at the person slumped limply in his arms, and then his mind slowly returned.
He glanced at Fang Yanhong's lips with a deep look, slowly picked her up and walked out of the study.
(End of chapter)
