Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Shen Rao opened his eyes with difficulty and barely saw clearly.

Under the pale moonlight.

The woman sitting on him was like a predator that had been awakened. Her clear eyes hidden in the shadows of the backlight were filled with turbid coldness, and her voice was emotionless, dangerous and terrifying.

"Who let you near me?"

"..."

The force gradually increased, and the clear voice became extremely sinister: "Do you want to die?"

Shen Rao's neck turned red, and his big hands grasped the white wrist that was strangling his neck.

Qi Yan thought he was going to resist, his eyes grew colder, and just as the pulse of the man under his hand began to weaken, he opened his thin lips with trembling hands and let out a winding sound.

"Ah~"

"..."

Qi Yan's hand trembled, and the increasing force stopped.

When she looked up, she met his soft eyes, which were filled with spring water. He looked at her harmlessly and affectionately, as if he wanted to remember her appearance before he died...

There was no resistance, not even a cry for help.

Qi Yan suddenly let go of his hands and stepped back as if he was burned.

She was wide awake.

"Cough cough cough-"

Shen Rao, who was pulled back from the brink of death, covered his neck and coughed violently.

Qi Yan looked down at his hand that almost strangled the other person, and a hand full of sticky blood flashed before his eyes.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly rose on her back, her palms trembled uncontrollably, and her whole body felt cold.

Qi Yan clenched her palms, trying to suppress the pain, but it was useless. She couldn't help but yell at Shen Rao.

"I told you not to come near me!"

She had never been so angry with Shen Rao.

Whether it was five years ago or five years later.

This is the first time.

Qi Yan was furious: "Don't you understand what I'm saying?!"

Shen Rao was stunned: "I..."

"You just can't leave me?" Qi Yan pushed him down again, with frost in her eyes, "Do you really want to be close to me? You will die if you leave me?"

Shen Rao fell back on the bed, staring blankly at the woman on top of him. He had never seen Qi Yan so violent and without any warmth at all.

He asked uncertainly: "Qi Yan...did you have a nightmare?"

"I'm asking you a question." Qi Yan pinched his jaw tightly, and said in a cold tone, "You just need to answer."

He replied dully: "...Yeah."

I want to be close to her, I will die without her.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yan's cold hands began to tear his clothes.

Shen Raoren was stunned. His voice was still hoarse when he spoke: "Qi Yan, what are you going to do?"

"Don't you want to sleep with me?" Qi Yan's eyes were emotionless. "I'll satisfy you."

"..."

These words hit Shen Rao on the head like a stick, making him dizzy and confused. He asked with a surge of emotion: "Then will you marry me?"

"I will sleep with you and marry you," Qi Yan looked at him coldly, "and give you everything you want."

Shen Rao was stung by the coldness in her eyes, and hurriedly grabbed his pants and asked anxiously: "You, do you like me now?"

He didn't even dare to ask 'love'.

Qi Yan paused for a moment.

Then, Shen Rao saw a playful expression that he had never seen on her before.

"Who are you? Why should I like you?"

"..."

At this moment, Shen Rao was poured over his head with a bucket of cold water, and he felt cold all over.

His eyes turned red and his voice trembled a little.

"You don't like me sleeping with me..."

"Isn't this what you want?" Qi Yan pulled his pants expressionlessly, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Shen Rao grabbed his pants tightly and refused to let go: "I don't want it anymore, you don't like me, I don't want it..."

But he was no match for the fierce Qi Yan. She tore off his underwear, glared at his panic and spoke coldly.

“Does liking it matter?”

She sneered: "Aren't you reacting yet?"

"That's... because I like you!!"

Shen Rao bit his lips to hide his shame. At this moment, not a single romantic thought came to his mind.

The main reason is that Qi Yan’s eyes are too cold.

He felt no joy in his heart, only uneasiness.

Qi Yan held his hand and said, "What are you covering? We'll need it later."

"Do not……"

The hot and humid atmosphere lingered in the room for who knows how long.

"Qi Yan..." Tears welled up in Shen Rao's eyes. His already pale lips became even paler after being bitten. He trembled and asked the person who teased him, "Do you love me?"

"You think too much. I told you I love you after only meeting you a few times. Do you believe me?" Qi Yan said coldly. "Besides, marriage doesn't need love or not."

"...You mean...it doesn't matter who gets close to you today, right?" Shen Rao clutched the bed sheet tightly and opened his eyes wider.

Qi Yan, who was angry, asked: "What else?"

next second.

Qi Yan's face was hit hard by the pillow, which slowly slid down, revealing her cold and clear eyes.

Shen Rao hugged the quilt tightly to cover the red marks all over his body, and glared at her with red eyes: "Get lost!"

Qi Yan pinched the pillow with his jawline tensed: "Are you sure?"

"go away!"

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Qi Yan frowned deeply, "What are you dissatisfied with?"

Shen Rao was stabbed by her indifferent gaze.

He breathed rapidly to try to ease the pain in his heart, and spoke in agony.

"Qi Yan, it's you...you are humiliating me..."

Shen Rao is about to cry.

He wants the gentle caress of his lover, not a cold bed relationship or a loveless marriage.

It’s true that he is love-brained, but he also needs love to live.

At this moment, Qi Yan couldn't have the patience to coax him. She stood up without any mercy and stared at him coldly.

"Think about it yourself, do you want to do it or not?"

"Go away..." Shen Rao had tears in his eyes, "I don't want to see you for the time being..."

"what ever."

Qi Yan turned away from the bed without any reluctance, nor did he feel the slightest bit of pity for the person on the bed who was about to break apart.

Shen Rao bit his lip: "..."

He told Qi Yan to get out, and she really got out.

But this was her room and she was still tied up, so the best she could do was 'roll' to the bathroom.

Shen Rao wrapped himself in the quilt and hugged himself tightly.

Qi Yan was prone to hurting people, and this time he was so angry that he didn't remember to hold back his strength. In addition to the horrifying red marks on his neck, other parts of his body were also bruised and painful.

He was so aggrieved.

The previous Qi Yan would never have been willing to use harsh measures against him.

And you even said that it would be OK to change someone else...

Shen Rao's eyes became even redder.

Bury your head into your knees.

It really, really is too much.

Bedroom, bathroom.

'Crash--'

The faucet at the sink was left running.

After washing her hands several times, Qi Yan silently looked at herself in the newly replaced mirror. Her face was stern and deep, which was her true nature that she rarely revealed.

This is really scary.

Thinking back to the man's beautiful face covered with tear marks, Qi Yan frowned, and an unknown irritation lingered in her heart.

I found a pack of cigarettes in the bathroom cabinet.

She had never lacked this in her house before.

After tearing open the package, I found a metal lighter with some paint peeling off next to it.

She is not particular about lighters. As long as there is fire, she can use matches. This exquisite lighter should not be hers.

It's not hers.

Why did he appear in her bedroom?

Qi Yan held a cigarette between his lips and held a lighter in the moonlight silently. Although the paint was peeling, the metal surface was very smooth, and it was obvious that it was something he often kept in his hands.

It looks familiar, but I can't place it.

My head started to hurt again.

Qi Yan simply emptied his mind, smoked a cigarette to relieve his irritability and pain, lit the faint blue flame, stared at the dancing flame, and was panicked for a moment.

It seems like someone gave it to her...

In the misty white fog, there seemed to be a familiar face, shyly putting the lighter into her hand.

In the darkness, the scarlet light on the fingertips flickered all night long.

As the sun rose, the last bit of ash fell.

Qi Yan crushed a pile of crooked cigarette butts in his hand, then picked up the cigarette box and found it was empty.

She put out her cigarette, exhaled the last puff of smoke, stood up and prepared to go out. Just as she touched the door handle, she suddenly stopped and raised her hand to smell the pungent smell of cigarette on her sleeve.

Qi Yan thought for a while, turned around and pulled up her nightgown with her slender fingers, preparing to take a shower to get rid of the smell.

The longer she smoked inside, the longer Shen Rao cried silently outside.