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“Who is Yinlian?”
Before asking the question, she had imagined his surprise and dismay, and possibly even annoyance. She had also envisioned his reaction, whether it would be a stormy rant or a babbling explanation or even playing dead without a word. Yet she had actually known the answer to that question anon. She was already awake before he carried her to the car, and although she was a bit dizzy and fuzzy-conscious from being head down for so long, it didn’t mean she had a hearing problem. They were arguing when she was fully awake, which happened to be the crucial part. From their conversation she summarized a very doggone answer, she was being used as a double.
Shit, there were really such bitchy men in this world who were looking for a double to remember their old love! And it was so unlucky that she actually ran into them. It must be said that she was so angry that her eyes went black and her heart was about to burst. She recalled the initial encounter, followed by his step by step pressing. Forcing her to cohabitate, forcing her to be a vegetarian …… He had done too many excessive things to her, and sometimes she even felt that it was about the fact that she had not burned good incense in her previous life or that she had accidentally stepped on his family s ancestral tomb at some point in her life, which had attracted bad luck. This ridiculous thought had once bothered her, but it wasn’t until she heard their conversation that she realized how stupid she was.
When she asked this question, she had already prepared for the worst, whether it was a complete showdown to make it clear and then peacefully resolve the situation and go their own way, or a heavenly darkness quarrel or even a fight and then continue the sadistic love of captivity and captivity – no matter what kind of result she was willing to bear, she would rather burn with the stones than pretend to understand. She would rather be burned than pretend to understand.
The so-called endure more hurt body, endure long hurt God.
But what she didn’t expect was that Shan Yanxiu didn’t show too many mood swings after hearing her question. This made her disappointed and vaguely had a bad feeling. Sure enough, he only opened his mouth to say one sentence and managed to knock her to the ground, “She’s my supervisor.”
What kind of shit answer was that?
He saw her frozen in place with wide eyes and thought she couldn’t hear him so he repeated it again, “She’s my boss.”
It took her a long time to find her voice, muffled beyond words, “Surname Shan, do you think I grew up eating gold bumps?”
He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Gold bumpy garbage?”
Tolerant!
“Do you think I’m brain-dead?” She growled, “I heard it all.”
“You eavesdropped.” She was furious beyond words, this dead man was still resisting her virtue at this point, “I was listening in a proper manner, who told you to talk so loud.”
“I’ll pay attention next time.” He spoke calmly.
“That’s not the point!” She took a deep breath, “Answer me honestly, you got me here, you threatened me, you made me stay here and listen to what you wanted, all because of her, didn’t you. Don’t you think that’s a despicable act on your part?”
He looked at her steadily, as if none of her rants and raves were directed at him. When she calmed down a bit, he said slowly, “I’ll answer you honestly, no.”
It seemed to be a denial to the end, the truth was being poked and prodded, but his defenses were still so tough. If not for being a victim, she would have voted for him immediately.
“You think I’m really going to believe that?” She sneered, “You brainiac.”
A smile slipped across his lips, looking a little helpless, “What if I could prove it?”
Prove it? How could he prove it, how could he prove it when it was his mouth that was talking across the room? She watched suspiciously as he turned to the low cabinet by the windowsill, pulled open a drawer and took something out and handed it over.
It was a somewhat wrinkled photo, although the color was no longer vibrant, but the face of the person inside was still clearly visible, his fingers slowly slid over the photo, his voice slow and calm, “Count over from the left, me, Silent Night, and Yin Lian.”
It was a completely unfamiliar face, with cold features, even the corners of his eyes carried a stern edge. Like a predatory leopard, it was unabashedly arrogant and dangerous.
“Feel like it?” He copied his hand and smiled.
She choked, “It doesn’t necessarily have to be a face likeness.”
His smile froze for a moment, the lines at the corners of his mouth slowly flattening out, “You’re right, it may not be necessary to have a face like it.” His gaze falls somewhere behind her as if he’s paying attention to what he’s looking at, “Yoon Lian’s interests are guns and explosives, your interests are cosplay and working for money.”
She skimmed her head a little sheepishly, “That’s my normal hobby, right?” God damn firearms and demolition, when the police uncle ate dry rice wow!
“Yin Lian likes to collect military knives and lethal cold weapons, do you ……” His fingers tapped on the edge of the table, the sound of knocking one by one smashed on her fragile little heart.
“Enough.” Do not say! Not allowed to say! You don’t know don’t know don’t know! She was still hard and rigid on the outside, but on the inside she’d long since been a messy mess.
“You like collecting Kobo manga and bad hand-me-downs.” The corner of his mouth tugged up, “Tell me, is there any possibility of you guys being godlike under that premise?”
She looked at him, the defensiveness in her eyes still there. Admittedly he had a point, and she didn’t think he looked like he was lying, but there was something about him that felt wrong, oddly enough. It was said that there was no love in this world without a reason, nor was there hate without a reason. The previous explanation of the double was so logical and reasonable, and there were witnesses and confessions, she should have been convinced. But the physical evidence and rebuttals he gave now were so direct and powerful that she didn’t know what to do.
Thinking about it another way then, if what he said was true, and he had never treated her as another person, then why would he use that kind of coercion to start their relationship – even if he had grown up abroad and spoke Mandarin so fluently, he should have heard the saying that a strong melon is not sweet. To bring two complete strangers together, a strong connecting bond was bound to be needed. And as far as she could remember, it was as if she was tied up, with the end of the rope clutched in his hand – was this his way of expressing his liking and love? He was in control of her life, her emotions, at the mercy of her joys and sorrows. He always used to stand taller than her, and seemed to be very compassionate and lowered his head, his eyes containing compassion ……
Demon, just how much mori love do you still have that you didn’t use on Lao Zi ah!
“You are you, Yin Lian is Yin Lian.” He gently closed the drawer, “You are completely different people, not even comparable let alone a replacement?”
“Then why ……why ……why ……why did you pinch the racy photos taken of her after she was dunked and threaten her, even if it was a quest or not can’t he use a more normal way? By the way, this man perversion is the normal state, not perverted words that is not normal.
He raised his eyebrows, “Hmm?”
“Why don’t you give me back the photos and negatives?” Did this pervert think that clutching her Kobo photo was the same as clutching a legal cohabitation license ah shucks!
“Did I say I wouldn’t give it back?” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Oh yeah, he’d said he’d return the photo to her if it pleased him. Speaking of which, she’d really lost out, the earliest thing she’d done was just to have the Kobo photos in his hands, and at most he’d look at them as an attic magazine. In order to get those photos back, she had been abused in her mind and body, and she had even experienced a wild fight, so she really had nothing to lose.
“Then,” she gritted her teeth, cheek and whatnot first floated clouds for a bit, “then this time you can return it to me.” All swallowed in one gulp, should be satisfied right slag man!
He looked at her with his hands folded across his chest, his shoulders unconsciously shrugged and he ate and laughed. She was already, rushed and embarrassed, hearing him laugh like that made her even more mortified, viciously, “What are you laughing at?”
“You can have the picture,” he said with a slight lift of his chin, “when the one-year period is up.”
His words just fell she could not help but rush forward and grabbed his collar with both hands and dragged him down, open mouth almost in a growl, “Son of a bitch, you want to renege? The original said as long as you are satisfied on the line, and now pull what a year period. I don’t care, give me back the photos!”
He was calm, his gaze could be considered sincere, “No give.”
Her heart tightened and she raised her hand on the spot, losing her mind. But he moved faster than her, halfway cut off and pinned her hand behind her back, the tendons were tough and stubborn, the sound of cackling coming from her shoulder blades she heard distinctly, but there was no obvious pain.
Her arm was twisted, so her body twisted into an angle that catered to him. The heat of his body passed through the not-so-thin material of his clothing, and he even rubbed against her gently after she unsuccessfully broke away several times. She wanted to curse him for his shamelessness, but just as her mouth opened, he gagged her tightly, his strong masculine breath pouring out between her lips. His demands were fierce and sudden, and his other hand pressed even tighter on her rear end to press her against him. A slight tingle ran through her lips and she tasted the familiar flavor of blood again. He lightly bit her tongue, his teeth sliding over the base before flicking it with the tip. Her body shuddered involuntarily, her back tingling as if she had laid caterpillars on it.
The kiss went on for a long time until it came to an abrupt end with a loud bang at the door.
She finally took advantage of his slight relaxation to shake him off, and as soon as she pulled the door open, she was ready to make a run for it. Although there was a drunken lunatic outside, in comparison, the demon inside, whose lustful heart and guts had been sufficiently inflated, was the scary one.
Unexpectedly, not waiting for her to take a step out of the room, a vase flew at her. She screamed and half crouched down, the vase flew over her head with a swift, whistling sound. The first thing she did after escaping was to look back at Shan Yanxiu, who was standing directly behind her, if only she could hit him.
The result made her disappointed, he didn’t avoid the vase, he caught the vase with one hand, and even gave her a demonstrative look with a rather arrogant and smug expression. That look is clearly saying, how, master’s hands are not bad, right.
She hated the teeth itchy, straight curse the sky without eyes, I did not expect the dark curse sound just fell, a silver flash of something swooshing from her head flew by, tail behind the tail also dragged a silver white light, looks and UFO-like. But the 2.0 vision of her naked eyes quickly recognized the plaything as a corkscrew from the liquor cabinet.
This plaything is obviously the best of concealed weapons, small and exquisite but full of weight, killing power is quite powerful. Only to see it smash the vase into pieces with a bang, the pieces crackling down from Shan Yanxiu’s hands.
She hadn’t even had time to scream, and then the second concealed weapon came one after the other, very facetiously charging straight at the demon’s face. Demon sin very egg butt a wave of the hand, swatting flies like the second piece of hidden weapons fruit and vegetable planes to swing to the ground. But, just as the old man said, can dodge the first day but can’t hide the fifteenth, the debt always have to pay. The demon finally failed to escape the third concealed weapon.
There was a knock.
The seasoning jar RP’d.
She also chickened out.
What a wonderful move of a concealed weapon streak, the first shot first takes away the opponent’s attention, the second shot paralyzes the opponent, and only until the third shot does he attack his lifeblood, it’s really the art of war!
At this moment, Ya Xiao only wanted to stand up and jump up to give Jing Night, who had finished firing her concealed weapons, a hug, encouraging her to keep up the good work. But just as she straightened her back, she saw the other party jumping onto the sofa, which had already been stomped around, with considerable excitement, and shouting up to the sky, “Roar~ I’m Little Li Flying Dagger!”
Ya Xiao looked up with an internal cow in her face, silently admiring: no, you shouldn’t be Little Li Fei Dao, you’re actually the Thousand Handed Goddess of Mercy!