Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Jiang Qi thought about his cold face and wanted to take a closer look, but was blocked by Qin Zhuo'an calmly.

Although he likes beauty, he is not an ignorant person. He took Xu Pingyi's hand and said to Qin Zhuo'an: "Pingyi and I came here today because Pingyi wanted to see what Marshal Qin had done. It’s just something to relieve boredom. Now that I’ve finished reading it, I’ll take her away first.”

"If you want to leave, go quickly. Don't disturb my mood." Qin Zhuoan did not look at them. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hands folded around his chest and he looked at Yan Qingning, who was kneeling on the sofa and coughing awkwardly.

Jiang Qi didn't stay too long and pulled Xu Pingyi away from this handsome mansion that was obviously depressing.

Yan Qingning coughed until his throat hurt, and the smell of blood filled his throat. He grabbed the edge of the sofa with one hand to support himself, and fumbled for his glasses with the other.

Qin Zhuo'an really couldn't bear to see his embarrassed look, so he stood up and came over and handed the glasses to his hand.

Yan Qingning's hands trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she chose to take the glasses he handed and put them on.

Neither of them spoke. Such a dull atmosphere made Qin Zhuoan a little irritated. He squeezed Yan Qingning's wrist and said with suppressed anger in his voice: "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Yan Qingning's eyes flickered and she tried to retract her wrist to avoid his touch.

Qin Zhuo'an noticed his resistance, squeezed his wrist harder and harder, and pulled him forcefully in front of him, their noses almost touching: "What would I do without you avoiding me?"

"I'm just a plaything to relieve my boredom. Why does Marshal Qin care about my feelings?" The ends of Yan Qingning's eyes were red, and there was obvious grievance in the shallow eyes covered by thick lenses.

"Commander..." Qin Zhuoan moved his lips and wanted to explain, but the arrogance in his bones did not allow him to give in.

In the end, he just turned away without meaning and said firmly: "What I said is not wrong."

"So... do you regard me as an independent individual, a living person?" Yan Qingning bit her lip, raised her head and looked at Qin Zhuoan unyieldingly.

This is the last time...

He finally gave himself a reason to forgive Qin Zhuoan...

Qin Zhuo'an avoided his overly intense gaze and changed the subject in a gentle manner: "You don't need to worry too much about this. I will give you the opportunity to spread your thoughts."

Is there no answer because he refuses to admit it?

Yan Qingning's eyes completely dimmed, and he was like a puppet whose soul had been removed, numbly giving up all struggles.

"I didn't mean to belittle you." Such a lifeless Yan Qingning made Qin Zhuoan a little panicked. He wanted to make up for it, but the words he said were always different from what he wanted to express.

"I just feel that as a warlord, I have to act rationally in front of others and not expose any weakness. I have to be responsible for the people. I just don't want you to be a handle..."

But his ability to organize language was extremely poor at this moment. The more he tried to explain, the more chaotic his words became, and the more he reduced Yan Qingning to worthless.

Yan Qingning released his hand on the sofa, turned to open Qin Zhuoan's hand that was holding his wrist, and pried his fingers apart one by one.

Qin Zhuo'an didn't stop his actions, or he was so arrogant that he didn't know what kind of reason he should use to stop him reasonably.

It was obviously not very powerful, even ridiculously weak, but he didn't stop it, and he was not qualified to stop it...

"Qin Zhuo'an, after all, you still think that I am just a burden." Under Qin Zhuo'an's suppression, he stubbornly refused to look at Qin Zhuo'an, and his cold voice was choked: "You are just like that scum Jiang Qi, you are just Thinking that I was wrapped up in so-called higher education, a beautiful but useless vase."

"You have always looked down on me. You clearly regarded me as a remnant of feudal society, but you gave me a faint hope."

"What are you looking forward to?" Yan Qingning held his face and forced him to look directly into his pale eyes full of sadness. His clear voice faintly expressed the prejudice that Qin Zhuoan had always had: "You are looking forward to me. The failure after hard work proves that my persistence is, as you said, a joke and an absurd fantasy."

"Qin Zhuo'an, you have never believed me."

The broken hair covered his light eyes, so that his weakness and sadness were buried silently.

He was born in an era when the old and the new were changing, an era in which human nature was so chaotic that it was distorted beyond recognition.Some people say that he is a remnant of feudalism from the old era, but he lived to be a pioneer who transcended his times.

He pulled out the dross of the old era, leaving only the indelible literati character of the old era.He held high the time-honored declaration of "everyone is equal," but was despised by everyone and regarded as a ridiculous delusion.

He is caught between the old and the new, and even survival becomes difficult, but he raises his arms and shouts "freedom and equality" that is not for himself.

Qin Zhuoan pressed the unhealed crimson whip marks at the end of his eyes, sighed secretly, but said extremely cold words: "That is indeed my plan."

But I just want you to live...

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, because he knew better than anyone else that the chess pieces that had been abandoned by the times had no room for survival except to follow the same rules as everyone else.

The strong smell of blood overflowed from his throat, but he suppressed it. He held Qin Zhuoan's face, and as if for revenge, he raised his head and pressed his lips to his.

From the moment Qin Zhuoan took the initiative to get close to him, his heart beat uncontrollably, causing his eyes to fall on Yan Qingning uncontrollably.

Yan Qingning was biting in a completely vindictive manner. Bitter tears and the strong smell of blood were mixed together. Coldness and pride collided with each other. Even tenderness became a competition to another degree and a catharsis in another way.

Qin Zhuoan didn't move. He just endured Yan Qingning's unstructured bites quietly. A faint pain was imprinted on his lips, invisibly affecting his mind and forcing him to look at Yan Qingning. Those eyes full of sorrowful tears.

He put his hand on his side, trying to wipe away the tears from Yan Qingning's eyes countless times, but he didn't.

Because he was too cowardly, and his vigilance, tempered by the environment, prevented him from revealing his true feelings at all. He could only passively bear the arrogance, not even daring to respond...

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +20, current love value is: 50. 】

After the kiss, Yan Qingning gasped for air, cut the silver thread adhering to his lips, and pressed his fingertips on Qin Zhuoan's wet lips: "Commander Qin, let's make a deal!"

"I give my body to you to take as you please, and you give me a chance to realize my ideals, an opportunity without any artificial obstacles to realize my ideals."