The surroundings were extremely quiet, and everything in the house was cast a shadow.

The silhouette of a man can be vaguely seen on the bed, his chest is slightly undulating, and his breathing is even and steady.

Already in a deep sleep state.

The woman stood silently by the bed, the knife in her hand flashed white, and the next second she stabbed him without hesitation.

At the moment when the knife fell, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and a hand suddenly clasped her wrist. The man lying on the bed used a little force, and Luo Qiao was directly pressed on the bed by him. The knife fell off with a click.

"A night attack?"

In the dimly lit room, Luo Qiao heard the man's slightly hoarse voice, snorted with a soft teasing, and her hot breath fell on her ears.

His weight pressed on his body, making people breathless, Luo Qiao pressed her lips tightly, without speaking.

Shen Jikong freed up a hand to fish the knife, watched for two seconds, and threw it aside. Because of her, someone in the manor would be responsible for inspecting these hurtful things every day. He thought it had been closely monitored, but he didn't know. When did she secretly hide a handful.

He looked down at her cold face in the dim light, and whispered: "I seem to have already said that, I won't give you another chance to kill me."

Luo Qiao didn't say a word, just breathing slightly.

The whole room was very quiet, and the sound of a woman's breathing seemed to be amplified in her ears.

At such a close distance, the light fragrance that belonged to her slowly invaded the senses. Shen Jikong's eyes, who had no idea at all, went down layer by layer. His Adam's apple rolled lightly, staring at the one he was pressing on the bed. woman.

Luo Qiao moved subconsciously, but at this time her subtle movements were irritating to her. Shen Jikong's body involuntarily tightened, and hot fingertips fell on her face.

"Shen Jikong..."

There was a faint laughter from the man's throat, and he approached her: "You brought it to the door yourself. I didn't plan to do that."

He thought casually, doing nothing at this time, what is the point of being a man like him.

Shen Jikong's gaze was especially real, moving down inch by inch, falling on her lips, his eyes moved lightly.

He hadn't been willing to move her, he had endured for a long time since meeting her again.

Shen Jikong slowly approached Luo Qiao, just less than a centimeter away from the woman's soft lips, Shen Jikong turned his head to avoid it, his eyes became bitter, and the sharp knife point ran across his neck, bringing a trail. Blood stains.

Luo Qiao's heart suddenly sank, but she no longer had a second chance.

It's too shallow.

Shen Jikong freed up a hand and touched the side of his neck. There was a slight tingling, with a sticky feeling between his fingers. He avoided it in time, so the sharp point of the knife only scratched a shallow wound between his neck. Go deep.

But her move was enough to stir his emotions.

Luo Qiao wanted to kill him.

Shen Jikong licked his lips, after a long while, he smiled.

Those who are familiar with him will know how dangerous his appearance is at the moment. Shen Jikong turned Luo Qiao's hand over and took the knife out of her hand.

She actually hid a knife, he underestimated her.

The heart that Luo Qiao wanted to kill him remained the same.

Shen Jikong threw the knife too, and the knife fell on the floor with a small soft noise.