On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

She was startled.

That is, on the night they parted on bad terms, he was still her bodyguard, but wasn't he perfectly fine then?

Could it have happened after he bit her and left?

She felt a slight unease, as if her heart was being gripped tightly by something, and the suffocating feeling made her almost stop breathing.

She stared intently at him. "How did you get hurt?"

Si Qingmo's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils seemingly covered with a layer of ice, immersed in a chilling color that made her heart skip a beat.

Her lips remained open, and seeing his silence, she assumed he hadn't heard her and wanted to ask again.

He suddenly sat up straight, raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her lips closed with force, his deep voice captivating.

"You have too many questions."

As he spoke, she noticed the ice hidden deep in his eyes gradually melting, tearing through the air, and an endless chill swirled around him, as if an impenetrable barrier had been formed within his small space.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room turned cold, and a sense of danger spread.

She paused slightly, her back instinctively tensing.

He seemed impatient; his furrowed brows and cold eyes warned her not to try to spy on him, or she would regret angering him.

She knew she should end the conversation immediately so that things would be peaceful.

Her original plan was to remain invisible to him, not to provoke him, and to let whatever happened to him be none of her business.

But the thought that his fatal injury was sustained while he was her bodyguard came to mind.

Although it happened the night he left, without her knowing, and he wasn't injured while protecting her.

At that time, however, he had not yet left Haicheng and was still within the Yu family's territory.

He was injured on her territory, and she has the right to know what happened.

Taking a deep breath, she moved her lips forcefully, grabbed his wrist, and insisted, "I want to know."

Si Qing looked at her stubborn brows and eyes. The light shone through her long hair that was being blown by the wind. Her eyes were sparkling and rippling with light. This light stirred up warmth, trying to envelop him from all directions, trying to melt his coldness and devour his darkness.

He pressed down hard with his fingertips, threateningly holding her throat, his handsome face slightly turned to the side, his thin lips close to her ear.

"Give me your life, and I'll tell you everything."

Yu Jinzhao felt a tightness in her throat, her throat tightened slightly, and she subconsciously pushed his hand away, covering her mouth and coughing.

He chuckled softly, leaning back against the bedside table as she coughed and frowned at him.

"Since you're afraid of death." He raised an eyebrow, meeting her gaze, casually swirling the remaining half-full glass of water, making a dripping sound, accompanied by his deep, cold voice.

"Stay away from me."

His eyes were truly dark, with a faint, dim light hidden within them, like an abyss containing hell, where no light could penetrate, and would even be devoured by him.

No one noticed that his lowered hand was gradually clenching, as if he were enduring or suppressing something.

When they met again, he was actually afraid that she would bring up that matter again.

If she doesn't mention it and pretends to have forgotten, he can still treat her with respect and live out the days together.

All the courage Yu Jinzhao had mustered was shattered by his words, and his beating heart gradually cooled.

She fell silent for a moment.

He didn't say a word, and the room was unusually quiet.

Yin Zhuo felt that the once bustling White Night had suddenly fallen into darkness and become silent.

Si Qing finished the remaining half glass of water in one gulp and asked in a calm voice,

"You don't need to beat around the bush. What do you need me for?"

He drank quickly, and a few drops of water dripped from the corner of his mouth, rolled over his sexy Adam's apple, passed his collarbone, swirled down, and disappeared into his chest.

The imagery is both sensual and wild, an unparalleled eroticism.

Unfortunately, he was born with a noble and aloof appearance, handsome and untouched by worldly affairs, giving people an inexplicable sense of nobility and stunning beauty.

There's also a touch of inherent nobility and arrogance.

She lowered her eyes and suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

Since he guessed she wanted something from him, why did he go through all this trouble and refuse to say anything? Was he just playing her for a fool?!

Her face gradually turned pale. Looking at the man's expressionless face, she shook her head, no longer hoping that he would help her.

"Go out." Si Qing lowered his eyes, picked up the thin blanket and covered himself, looking very tired and languid. "You'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

The room was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was inexplicably somber and desolate. She glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

As I opened the door to go out, I happened to run into Si Yao, who was about to knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, and Yu Jinzhao nodded politely, "Sister."

Si Yao immediately noticed that something was wrong with her expression, but she didn't press the matter. She nodded and smiled gently.

"Mom has gone back to the old house. Lunch is ready. I've come to call you for lunch."

Yu Jinzhao hummed in response with a faint smile, "He's inside. I'll go wash up first."

After that, he turned around and left.

Si Yao frowned, watching her retreating figure disappear from sight with worry, then gently knocked on the door and whispered,

"Ah Qing, may I come in?"

"Get out!" came Si Qing's cold, annoyed voice from inside.