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He suddenly lowered his head and captured her lips fiercely. As they intertwined, the taste of blood gradually filled his mouth. His scorching palm touched her trembling body, which slowly calmed down. He opened his eyes and met a pair of misty, dark eyes that had yet to clear.
The blood vessels in her eyes were still visible, but the calmness in her gaze had returned to its usual state.
A surge of force came from his chest.
The shape of her lips he had just been tracing now tightly pressed together, signaling rejection without needing to look.
He raised his head.
In the dim light, the distinct outline of Qin Huai's face was imprinted in Yan Yan's vision.
Clear and straightforward.
There was no black veil covering his face, no carefree smirk, no disguises—just the most genuine expression and emotions, clear and direct.
The occasional sweep of the searchlight illuminated his exquisite, handsome profile. His lips, stained with blood, looked both seductive and slightly glistening with moisture.
"Get off."
Calmly, without anger.
"You're not mad?"
"I have a brain."
In that moment before losing consciousness, when even breathing became difficult, it was he who pried open her jaw to give her air and saved her tongue, bringing her back to awareness.
"You... do you want to—um—maybe," the man struggled to find the words. Usually composed and sharp-tongued, he was now uncharacteristically flustered and hesitant. "Maybe you—"
Don't go.
"I'll go."
The voice was firm, resolute and harsh.
"If I don't resolve this myself, I'll never get past this hurdle."
With that, the girl who had just seemed so fragile stood up decisively, moving close to the wall of the room.
Seeing her suddenly regain her fierce and strong demeanor, Qin Huai swallowed the words that had lodged in his throat. In that moment when he lowered his gaze, he didn't even know what he felt a sense of loss over.
Was it because she had never considered relying on him?
Or was it that she never thought of reliance as something to consider at all?
If it was the former, he could try harder.
If it was the latter, he was powerless.
"Let's go."
"Mm."
Following the girl, he watched as she skillfully navigated the winding corridor, adeptly avoiding one surveillance camera after another. When they finally emerged into a bright space, it was a control room.
Her fingertips danced over the keypad as she smoothly entered the password and opened the door.
In an instant, as one of the black-clad bodyguards in the control room turned around, a cold blade pressed against her throat.
"Puff—"
A spray of blood erupted, instantly staining the Control Console red.
The clean and swift method of slitting a throat was both professional and brutal.
The doubts and speculations in her heart peaked as she watched him skillfully disable one surveillance camera after another, locking doors behind them and releasing a cloud of hypnotic gas.
"You've been here."
"Tap tap tap—"
The only response was the incessant sound of keys being pressed.
"We only have a moment. We must resolve this before the bodyguards outside change shifts."
His voice was calm and indifferent, almost mechanical, devoid of any emotion.
He avoided discussing the previous topic.
Qin Huai turned and walked silently toward Ji Yang's room.
Leaving the Control Console, Yan Yan bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to the tall figure ahead.
Inside the room.
The two unconscious White Flowers remained entangled in each other's embrace.
Unfortunately, the woman beneath was breathing less than she was exhaling.
Suddenly, everything went dark in front of her.
A pair of warm, dry hands covered her eyes once again from behind.
A deep male voice whispered in her ear.
"Close your eyes and wait for me."
She turned around and pulled his hand.
Her pitch-black eyes fixed on him, unwavering.
In the shimmering depths of his Peach Blossom Eyes, there was no anger, no doubt, no indifference—only a softness and indulgence.
Indulgence?
She blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, there was nothing strange in his gaze; instead, it was filled with an urging intent.
"Close your eyes quickly."
A wave of amusement washed over her.
Did he really think she was an eighteen-year-old girl?
During her previous life, while hiding from pursuers on Liuying Street, she had seen much worse.
As for Ji Yang's methods, they were just the typical tricks of a common client.
Coming from the E Zone, Criminals engaged in all sorts of bloody games; they would never stop until someone was dead. Every time she went to clean up a room, she would find pools of blood. The screams from outside were a hundred times more tragic than this.
However, she truly did not want to see that nauseating figure; she feared she might not be able to resist charging at him and tearing him to pieces.
As he wished, she closed her eyes.
Confirming that the girl had shut her eyes, he walked to the bedside, suppressing his nausea as he lifted the discarded blanket from the floor and covered what lay on the bed while securely binding Ji Yang.
"All done."
"Bang——"
At the same time, a heavy thud echoed as something hit the ground.
Hearing this, Yan Yan opened her eyes.
Wrapped in a blanket, Ji Yang was tied up and thrown onto the floor.
She stared in shock at the man before her, her slightly parted lips betraying her confusion.
Qin Huai raised an eyebrow, his crimson lips curling into an attractive arc. A wicked smile danced in his peach blossom eyes, exuding an irresistible charm.
"Miss, why are you just staring at me? Get to it~"
His playful voice dripped with mockery.
Long Legs stepped over Ji Yang, arms crossed over his chest, leaning lazily against the wall with an air of indifference.
Yan Yan's mind instantly snapped awake. Without thinking, she kicked at Ji Yang's disgusting face with all her might.
The familiar motion felt oddly reminiscent.
The Peach Blossom Eye Man's expression darkened in an instant.
Realizing that her previous action might have been too provocative for someone, the girl paused. She lifted a cold blade with her fingertips and drew it sharply across Ji Yang's puffy face, a result of his excessive indulgence.
The sharp pain immediately jolted him awake.
“Mmm—”
Who are you?!
His mouth was gagged, rendering him unable to make any sound.
“Hmmmm—”
Let me go!
The fierce gaze was filled with a mad killing intent.
“Ha—didn’t expect this, did you? This little ant is suddenly delivering you a big gift.”
“Hmmmm—”
You are Yan Yan!
“Tsk tsk—good memory, Ji Yang,” the blade slowly traced a shallow cut along his facial nerves, blood droplets rolling onto the carpet. “Now then—let’s lay out some accounts and see how we settle them.”
“Hmmmm—”
Bitch, you’re asking for death!
“From now on, for every question I ask, you’d better answer truthfully, or I’ll make your life worse than death.”
The icy gaze held the colors of hell.
“Hmmmm—”
Bitch, you dare!
The twisted and grim expression made the wound tear open further, blood flowing more freely.
“Whether I dare or not, you’ll find out.”
“Swish—”
He dragged a chair over and secured him in place.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang."
The chair toppled to the ground.
The person on the chair slammed his forehead against the floor, and as his knees hit the ground, a distinct cracking sound echoed through the air. Dazed and disoriented, he felt a sharp chill at his ankle, where the chair's leg had bent, jolting him back to reality.
A blade slithered like a venomous snake around his ankle.
"Ugh—"
With a swift cut, the blade sliced open the main artery in his ankle.
Blood gushed out in a steady stream.
In less than thirty seconds, a pool of blood formed before his eyes.
Panic gradually rose from the depths of Ji Yang's gaze. (To be continued.)
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