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

"..."

After Shen Rao finished speaking, Qi Yan fell into a long silence.

The solid chest pressed against her back transmitted waves of warm body temperature to her. His hot heart beat faster than hers, and gradually, gradually, their frequencies overlapped.

She slowly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her white porcelain wrist. The purple streak was like an irregular pattern imposed on porcelain, so abrupt and glaring.

My heart, which had been beating so fast just now, suddenly felt an indescribable dull pain.

"You are the fool."

Qi Yan muttered to himself.

How can you let someone beat you up at will? You're not a rag doll that doesn't feel any pain. That's a bit stupid.

"What did you say?"

Her voice was too soft and Shen Rao couldn't hear it clearly.

"..."

Qi Yan didn't answer him.

Shen Rao rubbed her neck and whispered in her ear in a low, hoarse voice: "Speak, Ah Yan, speak... Don't ignore me..."

The furry head rubbed Qi Yan and made her feel itchy. She felt uncomfortable all over and turned around to get out of his arms.

Shen Rao grabbed her waist and pressed her under him, with a hint of panic in his dangerous tone.

"Where do you want to go?"

The beautiful girl, covered in scars, looked down at her with wet eyes, and the glaring red marks on her neck made her look even more pitiful.

"Don't leave," he softened his voice, "If you want to vent, just hit me. Don't leave me and don't go find someone else."

He was extremely afraid of what she said yesterday: Anyone will do.

The remaining tear in Shen Rao's eyes couldn't help but fall onto Qi Yan's cheek. It was hot, but quickly cooled, leaving a crystal trail.

Like she was crying too.

Shen Rao also added: "I have a thick skin and am not afraid of pain. Others are not as good at fighting as I am."

"..."

Qi Yan looked at her thin skin which turned red when he touched it.

The proud and noble queen flower kept in the greenhouse is clearly a delicate flower that would make people feel heartbroken if even a few hairs fell off.

"Don't be distracted, Qi Yan," Shen Rao held her face, resting his forehead against hers, breathing evenly together, and whispered, "I'm talking to you, don't ignore me."

Cold violence is the most hurtful.

The 'delicate flower' cannot stand the cold treatment from the flower grower, even for just a few minutes or seconds.

"I……"

Qi Yan then realized that they were too close. She quickly turned her head, but was held down by a big hand again. Her steady breathing became a little disordered.

He endured it and said, "Let me sit up first."

"It hurts so much." Shen Rao murmured.

"..."

These three words successfully stopped Qi Yan from pushing him away.

She took a breath: "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"I'm not afraid of pain," Shen Rao said with his eyes drooping. The bite marks on his collarbone were sometimes visible inside his collar. "I'm just afraid that you won't want me."

When he said this, Qi Yan's conscience ached and she didn't know how to respond.

She was a little confused, so confused that she felt dizzy.

Anyone suddenly faced with such humble and fierce love would be helpless.

The same goes for Qi Yan.

Seeing that she still didn't say anything, Shen Rao became a little flustered and continued to increase the bet regardless.

"Others can't endure what I can endure. You can use props, no matter what it is, even if it's a broken bone, it's okay, even if it's cut with a knife..."

"stop!"

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. Qi Yan quickly stopped him and looked at the uneasy man with a speechless look: "Even if it's a human sandbag, there's no use for it. I don't have a sadistic tendency."

"Qi Yan..."

Qi Yan interrupted him: "I lost control last night. I'm sorry. There won't be a next time." She stood up and looked at him calmly: "I promise."

Her restraint and guilt did not make Shen Rao feel relieved, but made him even more tense.

This means that she has built herself up again, as if she is indestructible.

"So when I fell asleep..." Qi Yan pushed his hard chest, barely widening the distance between them so that she could catch her breath for a moment, "It's better for you to stay away from me."

Shen Rao grabbed her wrist and frowned, "Not far away! What if I have to get close to you?" He pressed her hard, "How are you going to control me?"

“I’ve thought about that.”

Qi Yan's expression was calm.

Then, under Shen Rao's urgent gaze, she opened the bedside drawer and stuffed a piece of cold machinery into Shen Rao's hands, whose pupils suddenly dilated.

The voice was even without any fluctuation: "If you insist on sleeping in the same bed with me, and insist on being close to me, then if I attack you——"

Qi Yan slowly closed Shen Rao's stiff fingers, gripped the trigger tightly, and said word by word: "Shoot me."

“…Are you crazy?!”

Shen Rao wanted to throw the thing away, but her hands were like iron clamps and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Qi Yan!!"

Several veins popped up on Shen Rao's forehead. He was not half as angry last night as he is now!

Qi Yan met his gaze with a calm expression, like a lake without any wind or waves.

"I wanted to give you a dagger, but it's not as useful as a gun, and it's too dangerous. I could easily kill you."

"Qi Yan!" Shen Rao had no time to listen to her nonsense, and gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of my hand!"

Qi Yan did not relax at all. His unhurried tone sounded like he was talking about a sunny day, but the content was extremely creepy:

"Hit me on the shoulder, or my limbs, anywhere. As long as I can wake up and it's harmless to you, it's fine."

Shen Rao was completely furious: "Why would a prisoner like you have something like this!"

Hearing his words, Qi Yan curled her lips lightly, her clear eyes rippled, and she whispered charmingly: "They don't know, this is a secret between you and me, Mr. Shen."

She smiled beautifully at him, and Shen Rao should have been happy.

But the coldness in the palm of my hand seemed to spread all the way to my coccyx, as if I had fallen into a cold pond, so cold that it pierced the bones and caused pain all over my body.

His lips trembled slightly: "Qi Yan, what are you thinking about?"

"You gave the gun to a stranger like me. What if I hurt you? Is this a sign of trust in me?"

Qi Yan: “…”

Shen Rao didn't really want this kind of trust.

Because she taught him, the gifted Shen Rao could tell that there were not only bullets in it, but the magazine was probably full. It was definitely not a fake trick to fool him.

She really wanted him to use it for self-defense.

To protect her...

The mad beast, unable to control itself, took the gun and said: If I hurt you, you can use it to hit me.

He had just said that he was willing to be her punching bag, and this person handed his life into his hands.

Shen Rao was scared.

She didn't seem to take herself or her life seriously at all.

Getting shot in the body with a few bullets is like getting shot with a few peanuts.

Can it be the same? !

The smile on Qi Yan's lips gradually disappeared.

She lowered her eyes and said bluntly: "This is a manifestation of my guilt."

Shen Rao became even angrier: "I did something wrong. I ignored your warning! What did you do wrong? I deserve this! What are you feeling guilty about?!"

"You're crying." Qi Yan said suddenly.

"..." Shen Rao was instantly silent, "W-what?"

Qi Yan was also confused, and she explained stiffly.

"It's my fault for making you cry, but I don't know how to make up for it. You didn't seem to like it very much when I apologized."

Shen Rao's heart moved and he began to feel jealous.

"Qi Yan..."

She suddenly raised her head and said sincerely: "Why don't you just shoot me a few times now, that should make me feel better."

"..."

Shen Rao's expression changed several times. He clenched the gun in his hand, grabbed the pillow beside him and smashed it at her.

"Qi Yan! You're a pervert! Why would I like someone like you? Give me back my heart!"

Qi Yan was beaten so hard that she couldn't resist: "Stop, stop hitting me... Shen Rao..."

The hit on her was not enough to hurt him enough to tear his own wounds.

Shen Rao's eyes turned red with anger, he was furious:

"I let you vent your anger and bully me! But you asked me to kill you, didn't you? What the hell is wrong with your brain?!"

Shen Rao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Qi Yan! You should see a psychiatrist! You are much sicker than me!"

"..."

Shen Rao grabbed the pillow and hit her repeatedly, cursing.

"Please speak!!"

"You only know how to vent your anger and make me angry, right?!"

"Why don't you scold me, hit me... Where's your energy from last night?"

"...You fight back...Aren't you very powerful?"

"Qi Yan...you bastard..."

"..."

The pillow stopped rubbing against my face.

Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed and letting herself be beaten, looked at the man who was pressing the pillow in front of her while she cried inconsolably.

She smiled and said, "You can't kill anyone if you press on their neck."

She pointed to her mouth and nose: "Press here."