No one dared to disobey Lord Yan's order, and followed the crowd of people behind him like an ebb tide.
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Yan Qing walked into the house alone.
In the early hours of the morning, the servants had already gone to bed, and the entire first floor was quiet, except for the warm yellow desk lamp emitting a gentle and non-glare light in the corner.
The family didn't have the habit of keeping lamps. After Zhan Wuyou came, he said that it was too dark and deserted to go home at night, so he added a warm yellow desk lamp.
The light from the desk lamp is not strong, and the light warm color reflected on the wall covering looks warm and pleasant.
Yan Qing lowered her head, looking at the shadow cast by the light.
After pausing for a few seconds, he walked up the stairs step by step.
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Every time he took a step, Zhan Wuyou's face appeared in his mind.
Smiling, crying, obedient, tender...
Lively and fresh.
Most of the time, he is obedient, soft and sticky, with sticky attached to him, his face full of joy.
Now, everything is filled with the shadow of what the upper class calls 'deception'.
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He pretended so realistically, so naturally.
How did he manage to be playful and coquettish, sad and sad
Do you laugh at yourself when you see yourself being lied to by him and lowering your bottom line
Lord Yan, who was rumored in the industry, was so easy to deceive? With a few soft words and a few tears, can people be treated like monkeys
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The blue veins on the outside of Yan Qing's neck twitched vigorously.
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When he recovered, he was already standing in front of the door.
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He stood for a while with a gloomy face.
He put his hand on the doorknob, twisted it hard, and opened the door.
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The bedside lamp was on, vaguely illuminating the slightly raised outline on the bed.
The veins on the back of Yan Qing's hands were intertwined, and her whole body was extremely gloomy.
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Zhan Wuyou heard the sound of Yan Qing opening the door, but he was too tired.
This heartless person, he rushed to save people with good intentions, wasting all his energy and energy, it's fine if this person is not grateful, and he is still so ruthless.
When he was taking a shower, he could see that the places on his chest and back where he had been beaten were all bruised and purple.
Zhan Wuyou flipped lightly under the quilt, implicitly expressing his unhappiness.
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But Yan Qing was too quiet.
Apart from the sound of the door opening, there was no other movement.
Zhan Wuyou waited patiently for a while.
I didn't hear any other sounds for a long time, so I couldn't help but pretend to wake up, and sat up and looked over.
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"ah!"
Zhan Wuyou didn't expect that when he raised his head, he saw Yan Qing's perfect face.
He was startled, and his whole body shrank back from the bed, leaning against the head of the bed.
After seeing the person coming, he exhaled softly and complained softly, "Master, you scared me."
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"Really?" Yan Qing's voice was low. He knelt on the bed with one foot, and stretched out his hands to trap Zhan Wuyou in a small world in his arms.
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Zhan Wuyou was a little shy with this bed-thumping posture.
Holding back the joy in his heart, he whispered softly, "What's the matter, master?"
"It's okay." Yan Qing looked carefully at Zhan Wuyou's expression, "I just want to take a closer look at you."
Look carefully at his expression when he is lying.
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Zhan Wuyou only felt that Yan Qing was particularly interested tonight. She couldn't help stretching out the bracelet around his neck, and slipped into Yan Qing's arms crookedly.
"Master, you came back so late."
Yan Qing responded with a low nostril.
Zhan Wuyou couldn't see the expression on his face, so he smiled lightly and went to take off his clothes, "It's late, go to bed early."
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As soon as his hand was placed on Yan Qing's collar, he grabbed it in his hand.
Zhan Wuyou raised his head in confusion, and felt that Yan Qing's hand holding his was suddenly exerting force.
"It hurts!" Zhan Wuyou groaned, looking at Yan Qing with eyes half puzzled and half resigned, "Master, take it easy, you hurt me."
Yan Qing gripped it harder and harder, until the bones in her hands made a 'cackling' squeeze sound due to friction. Zhan Wuyou's eyes were full of tears from physical pain.
Panting softly, he said, "Master, I, I'm in so much pain."
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Yan Qing can assure you that he used more force than when he pressed Zhan Wuyou's shoulder in the office.
At that time, he chose to take off his arms and escape.
This time, she silently endured the pain and only looked at him with tearful eyes.
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The more he was like this, the angrier Yan Qing became.
He shook off Zhan Wuyou's hand and instead grabbed his slender neck.
Yan Qing's hands were strong, she grabbed him, and pushed her back to the head of the bed, her neck leaned back slightly due to gravity, passively enduring his rough movements.
"Master, master." Zhan Wuyou's voice was hoarse, but his hands were gently held by Yan Qing's pinching her own. Like appeasement.
Yan Qing's hand was strong and strong, and the veins on it were bulging.
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He was angry, very angry.
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Zhan Wuyou's thoughts suddenly changed.
He exposed.
Although he didn't know where the problem was, Yan Qing's emotions had already given him the answer.
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Yan Qing hated being betrayed and deceived the most in her life.
At this moment, the relationship between the two has not reached the time of the previous life.
Even in his previous life, he didn't dare to reveal his identity. At first, he thought that if he did it again, it would last forever, but in the end Run Yu quietly let Yan Qing accept everything.
What exactly went wrong
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Yan Qing's eyes were filled with undercurrents, and her breath was heavy.
As if seeing Zhan Wuyou's doubts, he threw the phone with the screen still on on Wuyou's face.
Zhan Wuyou was hit to the side, and his cheeks turned red immediately.
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The phone falls by the side of the bed.
In the close-up map mode, the purple dot is blinking.
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Zhan Wuyou cursed softly in his heart.
The expression on his face was still obedient, "I, I can explain."
His voice became hoarse and harsh because of the throat being choked.
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Yan Qing was burning with anger.
The hand pinching his throat was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was about to strangle him to death in this posture.
Due to the lack of oxygen, Zhan Wuyou's face was already faintly purple. The hands that were still on Yan Qing's wrists quietly slipped to the sides of the body, completely giving up the posture of resistance.
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Yan Qing had seen his skill and reflexes before.
When a person is in a desperate situation, his explosive power is astonishing, not to mention Zhan Wuyou's ability is not weak.
He has the ability to resist, but also has the ability to escape.
But it was this resignation that made Yan Qing even more angry.
Is he sure that he won't kill him
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The air in the throat became thinner and thinner, and Zhan Wuyou could feel the pain of suffocation in his lungs.
His body told him to fight back, or to die if he didn't do anything.
But the spirit is tightly broken, warning myself: don't struggle, don't resist, don't move, Yan Qing is very angry now, if you want to keep him, you have to wait for him to vent his anger, wait for him, wait for him...
A few seconds later, the excessive hypoxia caused his toes to collapse, and the whites of his eyes rolled up.
If Zhan Wuyou didn't resist any longer, all that was left was to suffocate to death.
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The strength of Yan Qing's fingertips did not slack.
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But Zhan Wuyou was stubborn to the end as if he was scrutinizing his mind.
Even though the suffocation has made his fingertips tremble unconsciously.
This is the final signal from the body.
He is going to die.
If Yan Qing doesn't let go.
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Yan Qing gasped heavily angrily, and at the moment Wuyou's body collapsed, her fingertips trembled violently, and she let go of her hand.
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"Cough! Cough cough... woo cough cough!" Breathing suddenly became smooth, Zhan Wuyou held his neck and let out a hoarse and short cough.
His face was blue, but his eyes were shining.
The little finger hooked Yan Qing's hand weakly, and the voice was extremely weak and hoarse, "Listen, listen to my explanation."
[The author has something to say]: Yan Qing many years later: Regret, asking is regret.