Zhao Xian's expression became even darker, and he stared at her.
"Teacher Qiao."
Qiao Xuejun: “Hmm?”
He asked, "Are you really not afraid?"
No matter how you look at it, his killing of Shen Xingtang was shameful. It was not an exaggeration to say that his methods were cruel and his intentions were sinister.
Qiao Xuejun: "Do you think I'll be scared?"
She straightened her face and said in a serious tone: "Zhao Xian, you may not know that I have been living independently for a long time. No one supports me. I can live until now entirely by myself..."
Talking about these things is more or less embarrassing and difficult to talk about.
She omitted the middle sentence and said slowly: "In short, I can't say that I am a kind little white rabbit. I will not be afraid of Shen Xingtang's death. Not at all."
She paused: "And... Shen Xingtang, she once wanted to kill me. Of course I wanted to kill her too."
She said it very frankly and looked at Zhao Xian: "So, Zhao Xian, am I completely different from what you imagined?"
The girl that Zhao Xian imagined was actually someone who would be afraid of Shen Xingtang's death?
How kind that is.
Sadly, that wasn't her.
After she finished speaking, Qiao Xuejun looked at Zhao Xian's expression and felt a little regretful. She seemed to have said too much. But... she just told Zhao Xian not to act, and now she herself doesn't tell the truth, isn't that too hypocritical?
But if he pours it all out like this, what will Zhao Xian... think?
Zhao Xian thought she was pitiful and cute. He had heard that Qiao Xuejun grew up alone and had no relatives, so he could probably imagine what her situation would be like. But what he thought was not as good as what she said herself, which made him feel distressed.
Who the hell is Shen Xingtang?
Completely forgot about it.
Qiao Xuejun suddenly asked: "So, can we still be friends?"
Zhao Xian looked at her quietly: "Friend?"
Those two words seemed to carry a hint of ambiguous rhetorical question when they came out of Zhao Xian's mouth.
"Teacher Qiao, what should I do?" He looked at Qiao Xuejun with deep eyes, and spoke every word in a soft but clear voice, "I never wanted to be friends with you."
Qiao Xuejun suspected that she had heard it wrong, and her expression was blank for a moment.
He actually said no.
But soon, Qiao Xuejun discovered from Zhao Xian's expression that he didn't seem to mean that.
Qiao Xuejun's heart beat very quickly. She pursed her lips and repeated, "... Don't want to be friends?"
What is that to be done?
Qiao Xuejun was looking down when Zhao Xian suddenly leaned over and lifted her chin with his hand. The next second, he was covering her with his whole body.
Qiao Xuejun was stunned.
She heard Zhao Xian's voice, which seemed to be smiling.
"Mr. Qiao, I'm going to kiss you, close your eyes."
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