Star Beast World: Little Rose is the most beautiful female!

Chapter 91 Being with him is safer than being with me

Jing Weisha was frightened by what she saw. Her pale lips slightly parted and trembled, as if she wanted to say something.

In the driver's seat, Shen Que's eyebrows, which were as beautiful as mountains and rivers, wrinkled slightly, but returned to their original state before being captured.

Shen Que slowed down the car, intending to let Luo Ang catch up quickly.

The motorcycle was level with the taxi. Luo Ang turned his head and looked at Jing Weisha through the broken window.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The smooth and neat jawline to the Adam's apple flickered in the dim light. His elegant and dignified face exuded a charming unrestrainedness. When he turned his gaze to look at Jing Weisha, his eyes as big as the sea were filled with guilt.

"My Lord, please protect her. I will deal with them."

"Need not."

Shen Que braked manually to stop, and Luo Ang braked at the same time.

"Let's go with him." Shen Que looked at Jing Weisha through the rearview mirror.

"It's safer to be with him than with me."

The only thing Jing Weisha could see in those gem-like purple eyes was the majesty of a strong monarch.

Luo Ang didn't say anything, but cooperated with Shen Que in his actions. He moved his long legs away from the motorcycle, opened the shabby door, carried Jing Weisha out from the back seat and put her on the back seat of his own motorcycle.

The blood from Shen Que's entire right arm had soaked the long sleeve of his jacket, and blood was still dripping down.

When Jing Weisha sat firmly on Luo Ang's side, Shen Que took his hand off the steering wheel, took out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket, calmly took out a cigarette, bit the cigarette butt, and used his blood-stained palm to block the wind to light the cigarette.

"Your Highness, can't we go together?" Jing Weisha was confused, but also very frightened. Her beautiful eyes were misty and she was about to cry.

Shen Que pinched the cigarette between his bloodstained fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke, and replied calmly: "What happened tonight started with me, and I should end it."

He had just smoked, so his voice was not that clear, but rather low and hoarse, which was the unique charm of a masculine person.

Luo Ang climbed into the car, held Jing Weisha's cold and trembling hand, and wrapped it around his thin waist.

"Your Majesty, please give me your coat. It's windy when I'm riding my bike, and she's wearing too little."

Shen Que bit the cigarette butt again, unzipped his jacket without hesitation and took it off.

Jing Weisha watched Shen Que take off his coat, revealing his tight, powerful, and muscular body.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath his coat!

How urgent is this? You just put on your coat and go out?

The corners of Luo Ang's mouth twitched twice.

Damn it, he even installed it!
Shen Que did not forget to shake off the broken glass on his right sleeve and threw it to Luo Ang, "Your sleeve is wet, so you can only wear it as is."

After Luo Ang took it, he put it on Jing Weisha. The clothes still had body temperature, and the smell of blood was mixed with the refreshing fragrance of tea.

The warmth made Jing Weisha feel a little relieved. Her right arm came into contact with the warm blood. She wrapped her arms around Luo Ang's waist and clasped them tightly, but her worried eyes wandered to Shen Que.

"Hold me tight, it will be very fast." Luo Ang patted Jing Weisha's little hands which turned white from overexertion.

Only after making sure that she was holding her tightly did he start the motorcycle.

The locomotive was running like a wild horse, and along with the sound of the engine starting up came a voice saying, "Then I wish His Majesty a successful start."

Jing Weisha's gaze was still following Shen Que, but the distance between them was rapidly increasing as they stared at each other from a distance.

Only when he could no longer see the other person did Shen Que flick out the burnt cigarette butt and turn the car around.

Jing Weisha, who was sitting on the back of the motorcycle, had her arms tightly wrapped around Luo Ang's waist, her head pressed against his back, her long hair fluttering in the wind. This time, the motorcycle stopped not long after, in front of a building.

"It's so tight, do you want to try my waist?" This was the first sentence Luo Ang said after stopping his motorcycle, and it was another frivolous one.

Jing Weisha's arms were stiff, and she struggled to separate her hands and let go of Luo Ang's waist. Luo Ang's white shirt was stained red by the blood on the sleeve of his jacket.

"It looks like your house was bombed."

"It's not as if, it was bombed. I shouldn't have left you alone, it's my fault." Luo Ang apologized sincerely.

He got out of the car first, picked Jing Weisha up without asking her, and walked into the building with his long legs.

"Is this your house too?"

"No, but it will be available soon. I'll go get it."

I see, it’s a hotel.

Silver Moon City was destined to be uneasy tonight. The sound of gunfire soon spread to the area, and there were even flames in the direction of the imperial palace.

Luo Ang took Jing Weisha to the elevator and went to the top floor, from where one could basically overlook the entire city at night.

He put Jing Weisha on the large and soft bed, leaned over and kissed her delicate brow, then took off her coat that had a masculine scent and threw it away.

Jing Weisha no longer resisted. The panic in her eyes had not yet subsided. She grabbed the corner of Luo Ang's clothes with her small hands, and her pale lips trembled as she opened them and said, "Will the prince be in trouble? And Hilser, he..."

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was blocked.

The sudden kiss was full of possessiveness, and it was urgent. He let her go without lingering for too long.

"It's fine if you're worried about the prince, but why are you worried about Hilser?" He seemed angry, and his fox eyes were red.

"He was the one who saved me when neither you nor the prince came."

Thinking of Hilse, she burst into tears, wondering if it was because the child sensed that her father was in danger.

Luo Ang sighed in shame, and with his warm fingers he stroked the corners of Jing Weisha's eyes to wipe her tears, and said tenderly, "My dear, I was wrong. Give me another chance, and I won't let you encounter this kind of thing again."

The more he said this, the more Jing Weisha cried.

Not only did I think of Hilser, but also Shen Que. They were all injured in order to protect themselves...

The sad thing is that she can't do anything.

A feeling of powerlessness enveloped her heart.

Luo Ang's usually calm and gentle face showed panic, and his eyes were full of heartache and pity.

He held Jing Weisha's head and held her in his arms, gently patting her thin shoulders with his fingers, and asked in a seductive way: "Tell me who you met tonight, just give a general description of their appearance."

"It's Duke Andrew." Jing Weisha answered with a sob.

"anything else?"

Jing Weisha didn't understand what Luo Ang meant by this. She looked up at him while sobbing. Her bright eyes were as innocent and clear as those of a wounded little animal, and she looked so pitiful.

"It was only Anlu who took people there? What happened to Hilse? Tell me in detail." Luo Ang's eyes were half distressed and half murderous.

"When we heard the gunshots and bombings, we ran and took the escape route. Duke Andrew killed Xiaoyu before we got out. He wanted to take me away, but Hilser came alone and held him back until the prince came."

"Before the prince took me away, a helicopter went over and blew up Duke Andrew's car. Hilser was injured in the explosion in order to protect me..." Jing Weisha couldn't help crying as she spoke.

(End of this chapter)