Fu Yue retracted her feet without a trace, and her fingers holding the quilt slightly tightened. She stared at Qi Chen without blinking, fearing that this man would raise his hand and kill her.
After all, the idea of a neurotic is beyond her comprehension.
Qi Chen is too powerful, he can crush her to death with just a move of a finger, this realization made Fu Yue feel a heart attack for a while.
She has fallen to this point...
"You want to kill me."
Fu Yue's words are declarative sentences.
She slightly raised her neck and looked at the man in red in front of her. The moonlight shining in from the window was reflected in her eyes, which looked extraordinarily clear from a certain angle.
Say so.
Fu Yue quickly thought about escape strategies in his mind. After thinking a lot, he found that none of them worked...
defeat.
In the face of absolute strength, these strategies are too pale.
Fu Yue stared at Qi Chen: "You can't kill me."
The other party sneered, but didn't take her words seriously, and sarcastically said: "No one can stop me from killing people yet."
The man's handsome face hidden under the mask was pale, and his eyes swept over coldly. He moved his finger and slowly stretched it towards Fu Yue.
See this hand.
Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously recalling last night's dream.
That feeling of suffocation...
terrible.
Fu Yue reminded Qi Chen: "Don't forget that you have also been poisoned by me."
Qi Chen was unmoved, "This seat is invulnerable to all poisons."
Fu Yue: "..."
This game is unplayable.
This guy is screwed!
Fu Yue suddenly lay flat, and even closed her eyes, her thick black eyelashes drooping like crow feathers, her slightly pale lips opened and closed.
"Then you come."
Anyway, she is dead anyway, so why is she bothering
— Thoughts from a salted fish.
Qi Chen: "..."
Looking at the girl lying flat in front of her, her beautiful face is slightly pale. This posture, coupled with that unlovely expression, and this thought-provoking sentence, can easily make people think of something superior.
Qi Chenyin's red lips twitched.
"..."
His movements froze in place.
There was a pause.
Qi Chen withdrew his cold fingers, put them in his sleeves, glanced at Fu Yue lightly, and said two words from his lips.
"Boring."
Fu Yue opened one eye and looked at Qi Chen.
The other party continued: "Even killing you, I find it boring."
Throw down such a sentence.
Qi Chen flicked away, and his figure disappeared in a flash. If it weren't for the cold fragrance of this man still lingering in the room, Fu Yue would feel that everything was just a dream of hers, or a nightmare!
So, what exactly is Qi Chen here for
Fu Yue didn't believe that this man came to her to catch up with her because he had nothing to do.
She reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door and looked out.
Empty corridors.
Not a single person.
Just as Fu Yue closed the door, there was a sudden sound of slightly hurried footsteps outside the door.
Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously slammed the door shut—
The door was not closed.
A slender white hand blocked the middle of the door, holding the door on one side, and there was a red corner of the clothes that caught Fu Yue's eyes.
who
Ji Qinglin? Or Qi Chen
The other party pushed open the door slightly, and a familiar and pleasant boyish voice came.
"Girl, don't be afraid, it's me."
The simple six words are easy for people to let go of their guards.
However, Fu Yue was not included.
slightly weird.