tooth marks

The warm touch remaining on his lips shocked Zhou Min's pupils.

This is the first time in all these years that someone dares to provoke me again and again.

Miss Zhou is really not afraid of death.

In this case, killing her directly would seem too merciful to Zhou Min.

A crazy plan began to take shape in Zhou Min's mind.

Zhou Min removed his right hand, snapped the safety on his gun, and suddenly stood up, pressing Zhou Qiting down on the sofa. His left hand pressed against her delicate neck, his knuckles tightening as he spoke fiercely, "So, what are your real conditions?"

Zhou Min didn't believe that Zhou Qiting just wanted to play some dating and love games with him.

Zhou Qiting placed his palm on the hand at his neck, feeling the bulges in the muscles on the back of Zhou Min's hand when he exerted slight force.

You are so good. You hold back even when you are irritated.

There was no difficulty breathing as he had imagined. Zhou Qiting was well aware of the principle that too much is as bad as too little, so he slightly restrained his idea of ​​playing around.

"What is your real name?"

Again, there was no direct answer. Zhou Min frowned, not wanting to be led around by Zhou Qiting. He used silence to express his feelings, implying that he wouldn't speak until he got a response.

But after spending such a period of time together, Zhou Qiting, who knew Zhou Min's character well, had his own way of controlling her.

The cool fingertips gently slid across the joints of Zhou Min's hand, once, twice...

After a while, Zhou Min couldn't stand the subtle itch on the back of her hand anymore. She met the look in her arms, wanting to eat her up. She tightened her grip a little, stopping her misbehavior, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know that your real name is important?"

"I want to know." Zhou Yiting simply closed his eyes, feeling the murderous intent contained in the changing strength of the hand on his neck. His eyelashes trembled, and his cheeks flushed, covering up the pink of drunkenness.

This sentence, without any unnecessary explanation, sounded a bit willful to Zhou Min.

Do I have to tell you because you want to?

As they got closer, Zhou Qiting's pulse in her neck throbbed and burned Zhou Min's palm.

She decided to play along with the young lady. She loosened her grip and clamped Zhou Qiting's jaw instead, saying in a tender tone, "Zhou Qiting... Then I'll take the last name Zhou, okay?"

"As for the name..." Zhou Min learned Zhou Qiting's bad habit of speaking halfway to tease people. He deliberately left the topic unsaid and looked at her with burning eyes.

The restraint on his neck was removed, and air filled his chest again. Zhou Qiting took a deep breath and said, "So, do you take my last name, or do I take yours?"

Then she added meaningfully: "So ambiguous."

I don't want to play anymore, okay? Zhou Min's breath caught in his throat, deeply aware that he could not compete with Zhou Qiting in this regard.

She decided to reclaim her federal agent persona and said seriously, "Ms. Zhou, during this mission, my real name is confidential. Only my direct superior is authorized to know it."

"Also, you arranged for people to block me outside. Can I understand this as the Zhou Group and the Zhenbang Group secretly engaging in illegal activities and fearing being discovered by the Investigation Bureau, so they want to join forces to get rid of me?"

"How could that be? If I really wanted to get rid of you..." Zhou Qiting's thick eyelashes drooped, his gaze fixed on the hand that clamped his jaw. "Why would I use myself as bait?"

Zhou Qiting raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Min again, then raised her arms to hug her neck, bringing them closer together.

In an instant, warm breaths intertwined, Zhou Min was faced with a seductive gaze, and in his ears, he heard a bewitching voice:

"I used myself as bait, of course, to get the most authentic you."

"The real me?" Zhou Min laughed softly.

How audacious!

What is the truest self like? Zhou Min himself can't clearly explain it.

She only knew that her hands could never be washed clean since they were stained with blood for the first time.

The sins of the past are deeply embedded in her soul, and she herself can hardly figure out: is it her who is dangerously out of control, or is it her who is crying with regret?

What kind of me do you want?

Could it be me who is about to use my body to weave a trap for you?

The words "I'm happy to do so" just now made Zhou Min realize that dying together would not be a real way to retaliate against Zhou Qiting, nor would it relieve his long-standing hatred.

Zhou Min remembered what Zhou Qiting said after watching the movie that day: "Why do you want to use me?"

Is it necessary to dwell on being taken advantage of just once for so long?

Can exploitation based on false pretenses truly destroy you?

Zhou Min's eyes were dim, but the smile on his lips remained. He loosened his grip with his left hand and soothed the red fingerprints on the delicate skin of Zhou Qiting's jaw with his fingertips.

"Judging from the bait's current efforts, I'm afraid it's not enough for the true me to willingly take the bait."

Ignoring the previous premise of "within my ability", Zhou Yiting promised again: "Whatever you want to do, I will satisfy you."

"I just said that."

Zhou Qiting held Zhou Min's hand, and to punish her forgetfulness, he deliberately bit her tiger's mouth, leaving a circle of teeth marks.

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By the time he walked out of the hotel, the teeth marks on his knuckles had almost disappeared, but Zhou Min still clearly remembered the pain he felt at that moment.

And the weak groan he let out when he felt pain.

And at that time I inexplicably wanted the other person to bite harder.

Zhou Min closed his eyes weakly, and warned himself in his heart not to recall it anymore, otherwise he would think of Zhou Qiting's playful expression again.

Zhou Qiting!

Finding that you didn’t perform well after an argument is one of the common regrets in many people’s daily lives.

Zhou Min felt the same way. It wasn't that she really wanted to go back and argue with Zhou Qiting, she just felt that she hadn't performed well just now. She must not have been fierce enough, so she was being manipulated by Zhou Qiting.

And last night, and the day I got sick, and the night we went to the movies...

When Zhou Min had almost recalled everything, she sadly realized that she had lost so many times.

The phone in the side pocket of her long skirt suddenly vibrated. Zhou Min took it out and checked. It was a message from Zhou Qiting:

"Are you savoring it?"

Enough, really enough. Zhou Min didn't even need to look back upstairs to imagine that Zhou Qiting must be standing in front of the French window, laughing at her for standing there for so long.

Zhou Min ignored the message and decided to turn his own pressure into someone else's. He opened Huang Peiyi's chat box and urged her to make progress.

Zhou Min asked, "Did you get the information?"

Huang Peiyi was puzzled: "?"

Huang Peiyi was dissatisfied: "It's only been less than a day!" [Retracted a message]

Huang Peiyi swallowed her anger and said, "Dear, there is no way to get all the information in a short time."

Zhou Min challenged again: "Three days, is that enough?"

Zhou Min cheated: "I saw the message you withdrew ^-^"

Huang Peiyi compromised: "...I'll try my best."

It was indeed stress-relieving. Experiencing the benefits of being the client for the first time, Zhou Min's depression dissipated a lot, and he was in a good mood, ready to take a taxi home.

When she reached the curb, a luxury car stopped in front of her. A driver in a suit and tie got out of the driver's seat and said as he opened the door, "Ma'am, the lady asked me to take you home."

Before Zhou Min could say no, the driver continued, as if he had anticipated it: "If you refuse, it will be very difficult for me to do it."

It was obvious who had taught the driver to say that; Zhou Qiting hadn't even begun to act. Zhou Min's recently dissipated frustration returned, choking him.

After getting in the car, Zhou Min leaned back in the chair tiredly, rubbing the base of his left hand with the fingertips of his right hand, thinking back to what Zhou Qiting said after he withdrew the security before he walked out of the room.

She said: "No matter who you are, I only want you. It doesn't matter if you are a federal agent, a commercial spy, or anything else, I can accept it."

"Since you know my family background, you should also know that with my abilities, it's only a matter of time before I find out your true identity. However, I won't do so until you tell me voluntarily."

"I don't care whether you are good or bad, I only care whether you are willing to give yourself completely to me."

Delivery? When Zhou Min heard this word, he left without looking back.

Of course she believed that Zhou Qiting was serious. After all, her words were full of undisguised arrogance, and they were the heartfelt words of a young lady.

Zhou Qiting did have the confidence to accept everything about Zhou Min, as this was the right given to her by her prominent family background.

Daring to risk her life to confront Zhou Min tonight is probably the most humble thing the young lady has ever done in her life, right?

Zhou Min suddenly began to look forward to the day when Zhou Qiting fell into oblivion.

Would she still be so calm then?

Zhou Min chuckled, raised his left hand, and looked at his knuckles in the light of the streetlight outside the car window. The tooth marks had disappeared, leaving only a hint of light red.

Just like the red marks on Zhou Qiting’s wrists and chin.

Next time, where should I leave a deeper mark?

Since Zhou Yiting wants the most authentic version of herself, she doesn't mind revealing a corner of her dark side.

I wonder if the young lady can really accept it?