"I thought I knew you wanted to kill me a long time ago. I won't be surprised if you do it again, but what to do is pretty..." He was very close to her, breathing intertwined: "I found that I was more angry than I thought. "

Hearing that, Luo Qiao's back was unconsciously tightened, and the man's face in the dark was covered with a shadow, and the low voice fell in his ears, which made people feel trembling.

She pushed him away and wanted to run, but was restrained by him. She slammed onto the bed, and Shen Jikong came up, her voice was very soft, but she could still hear the extremely dangerous meaning: "Don't think that every time I will not touch You, I am not a good person either."

In the quiet room, his breath is everywhere, the feeling of being surrounded by all the senses, which stimulates Luo Qiao's nerves.

Her wrist was held tightly by him. This feeling of being strongly imprisoned made her breathing a little difficult. She pursed her lips and said to him: "It won't be anymore, you let me go."

Her attitude and tone of being especially aware of current affairs...

Shen Jikong laughed lowly, even shaking his chest lightly. He didn't hesitate to say: "Qiaoqiao, do you believe this kind of thing?"

"..."

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the head of the bed. A woman's wrist was slender. He could easily make her unable to move with one hand. His free hand was slowly descending along her cheek. The woman's skin was slightly Cool, silky and delicate to the touch, Shen Jikong's eyes gradually heated up, and the fingertips finally passed her neck.

Luo Qiao trembled, her voice suddenly raised: "Shen Jikong!"

"Don't call me at this time."

The man’s voice is already low and dull, "Otherwise it is you who will suffer later."

The air has a kind of repressed tightness. Luo Qiao stiffened, and suddenly began to struggle violently. During the struggle, Shen Jikong's hand was scratched by her nails, but he didn't mind. At this time, the pain was more irritating. Man's nerves.

"Shen Jikong, dare you touch me, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

The man snorted softly when he heard the words: "You didn't intend to forgive me, and you won't forgive me if you do or not. Why am I losing myself?"

He listened because he paused for a while and was even more irritated, and turned to Luo Qiao who unabashedly yelled at him, with a **** low laughter wrapped in her ears: "Finally show your true face? Swear loudly. One point, I like to listen."

"Bad son! Shen Jikong, I will kill you sooner or later."

The moment he leaned down and his thin lips fell on her cheeks, he heard a low and gentle voice: "One day, I am willing to die in your arms..."

When his lips fell on her cheeks, Luo Qiao tensed her whole body, and then stopped moving. Because of her sudden calm, the Shen Jikong movement stopped for a while, and then he realized something. His long, white fingers fell on her. The jaw came out, twisting her cheeks that had been turned straight.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then his fingertips fell on the side of her face, which was slightly moist.

He looked at her for a long while, and an indescribable emotion rose in his chest. After a moment of silence, Shen Jikong sighed lightly, and after all, he released the wrist that was holding her back.

He stood up straight, pressed the switch of the room with his hand, and turned on the light in the room.

The room suddenly brightened, faded away, and everything became bright and clear.