Chapter 212 Redefine "Assassin", you are driving a very new car
The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her forearm. She stretched out her hand to grab at something randomly. The familiar sound of silk, the silky touch, and the patterns on it were all extremely familiar.
This is Wen Ziduan's belt.
"Let me go! Help! There is, there is an assassin!" He Zhaojun took a deep breath and began to shout for help, fearing that the palace maids and attendants outside would not dare to enter the house because of Wen Ziduan, so they even made up the lie about the assassin.
She only felt a lightness on her waist, and her whole body was turned over, with the back of her head falling on the soft pillow, lying on her back, and Wen Ziduan's handsome face kept getting bigger in front of her.
His expression showed that he was still furious. "You're not even afraid of death, so what's a mere assassin to you?"
As he spoke, he reached out and continued to unbutton his shirt, his movements almost rough. He Zhaojun grinned, muttering to herself, "I can die quickly, but for an "assassin" like you, it's like cutting human flesh with a blunt knife, which is very unbearable."
She yelled, "You can have my body, but you can't have my heart!" As she said this, she lay there motionless, pretending to be heartbroken and about to die.
"What do I need your heart for? You have a black heart anyway, it's useless to have it! I'll get you first!" Wen Ziduan gritted his teeth in hatred. Looking at He Zhaojun's unyielding expression, he reached out and grabbed He Zhaojun's leg, and then touched her leg upwards.
Seeing that the hand had already reached her vital spot, He Zhaojun could no longer pretend and screamed repeatedly: "Jin Yuji is coming for me! Just bear with it for a while... well..."
She bit her lip, her eyes were red, and big tears flowed down.
When Wen Ziduan saw her like this, he quickly let her go and untied her bound hands. He just touched her thigh through her underwear, and she was frightened to the point of crying. Her heart began to beat fast: "Did I hurt the wound on your wrist?"
His original intention was to comfort her, but He Zhaojun cried even more miserably. She clenched her teeth and lay on the bed, refusing to move, curled up in a ball and sobbing.
He finally found the arm and pulled it out to check. He had clearly avoided the wound and chose a method that would not pull it... He looked at the bandage over and over again, but there was not a trace of blood?
"Are you really scared?" Wen Ziduan asked her slowly after a while.
He Zhaojun groaned, buried her face in the quilt, and refused to pay any attention to him. To be honest, she didn't know why she was crying. Wen Ziduan's attempts to comfort her only made her want to cry even more.
After she had cried enough, He Zhaojun stuck her head out and found Wen Zi lying beside her looking at her. She looked quite helpless, and the shame and anger she had just shown turned into grievance.
"..." Only then did He Zhaojun see that Wen Ziduan had stripped herself to the waist with only a pair of underwear on her body, but even the buttons of her outer garment were still fastened. She felt both amused and confused.
Thinking of this, she slowly lifted the quilt, like a clam with its mouth opened: "It's cold, come in and talk."
Wen Ziduan uttered an "oh" and pulled a corner of the quilt over himself: "Just freeze to death. You are so heartless that you probably won't shed a single tear for me."
He Zhaojun wiped her face and nose with the quilt, then put her face close to him, staring at Wen Ziduan with a pair of wet eyes: "How could that be? I was crying so hard just now."
"Then I won't apologize for what I did just now. You are the one who should explain." Wen Ziduan was still angry. When he thought of what He Zhaojun had just said that she never cared about him marrying someone else, he felt upset.
He Zhaojun's ears felt hot, so she hid half of her face under the quilt, reached out and groped in the brocade quilt, and her little hand caught something.
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